My Whore Mom Gets Face-Fucked ch.02
He was staring at me, and I at him.
Neither of us was saying a word.
In fact, the entire house was utterly quiet. You couldn’t hear a roach crawling, or cars passing by outside. Apart from the constant slurping noises my mom’s mouth was making as she sucked Curtis’ dick, it seemed like the world had fallen dead, or worse, ended up equally mesmerized by these unlikely events. It was like watching a train wreck. I could not look away.
My mom gagged and I craned my neck on instinct, glancing down for half a second. I couldn’t see it clearly, not from this angle, but it sounded like Curtis had a really big, thick dick. I’ve never had anything bigger than a banana in my mouth before. Did it feel good to suck a dick? I’ve always wondered.
I felt my cheeks redden and I chastised myself for these thoughts. Why did I care how big this thug’s dick was? I wasn’t interested. I wasn’t even curious. No. Never. I had to remind myself that he disgusted me, that they both did, because of their dirty actions.
I was better than my mom and I would never have anything of this man inside of me.
He did not matter.
He was just some dirty, sweaty, muscly stranger my mom decided to fuck.
“Yes, babe, just like that,” he moaned.
It sounded exaggerated, like he was putting on a show for me. A show of sexual perversion.
I was too anxious to speak, to move, even to breathe. Why wasn’t this man saying anything? Why wasn’t he stopping my mom? Or addressing me, letting her know that I was there, watching them? Why wasn’t I doing any of that? And for fuck’s sake, when had it gotten so damn hot in here? I was having trouble breathing.
“Lick and suck my sweaty balls, slut,” he growled.
The authoritative way he had commanded her to do that set my body on fire. He was definitely a man, a real man. His voice, his posture, screamed power. He had his legs spread, a hand on his hip, his other one on her hair, controlling her movements. He owned her, her mouth went where he guided it.
“Suck on them, lick them, get your face in there like the cock-loving slut you know you are, Lindsay.”
He’d finally fully broken the silence, but not the eye-contact. The man my mom was cheating on *** with was looking right into my eyes while my mom’s mouth was full of his dirty balls.
The filthy perversion of it all was doing something to me, I realized, when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, held her head in place and mercilessly pushed himself into her willing, open mouth and began to brutally face fuck her. My mother instantly went from mewling in pleasure to making sounds of distress. He was being rough and uncaring with her. I wondered why, but there could only be two logical answers. One, because it felt good to do that to her and two, because he could do that to her. Curtis was a man and my mom was a woman and a woman’s duty was to please and service men. It was the law of nature: animals mated and people fucked. Men fucked and the women got fucked. It was primal. It was… normal.
My mother’s warm mouth was just something this man was using to get himself off, he didn’t give a shit about sharing an intimate moment with a woman. I doubted she was even a person to him in that moment. She was just an object. A sex toy. He wasn’t even looking at her while he orally abused her. He was drinking me in and it occurred to me that maybe a part of this man was imagining my mouth on him instead of my mom’s. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I did like what that said about my mom. She really was being used. That pretty mouth of hers that told *** that she loved him was nothing more than this man’s fuck hole.
He was defiling her and she had never said no. On the contrary. She liked it. She craved it.
Slut.
I couldn’t have run now even if I wanted to, which for some reason, I didn’t. Not anymore. I wanted to see it all now. My body acted on its own and in three steps, my legs brought me closer to them.
I needed to see.
I needed to hear.
I needed to smell it.
I needed to learn how else was this brute of a man going to abuse my mom, to humiliate her cheating ass?
He needed to get nastier, to make her hurt.
Yes, she was a cock-loving slut, like he’d said, and sluts didn’t deserve pity or mercy. She had cum at his manhandling. She had liked it. She had wanted it. It being his cock, but a hand between her legs had done the same job just fine. Who did that, who came so easily if not a slut? Mom could have held on and not given in. I would have never submitted to this brute.
My body might have begun to burn at the sight of this debauchery, but I would never give in.
I fought the impulse to march over there and take over from this man. I wanted to grab a fistful of my mom’s red hair and run her head up and down his length and ask her if this was worth breaking up our ******. If she could live with herself after today. If she could really look *** in the eyes and tell him that nothing happened with Curtis. That she hadn’t had knelt at someone else’s feet and took his cock in her mouth and let him do whatever he pleased with her and that above all, she didn’t enjoy it.
“Don’t I taste so good, my little cockslut? You’re drooling all over my cock here,” he mocked, “you must have really missed the taste of me. Take it, take all of it, Lindsay. Worship my dick. You know you want it.”
She was choking, gagging on his meat and at every thrust, he held her face flush against his pubes until she began beating her fists on his muscled thighs, desperately begging for air. He’d only let her get a short inhale in and then he was down her throat again and she was fighting not to pass out as he destroyed her face.
He was grunting hard, groaning like an animal in heat, sweating with the effort to last, to keep the filthy show going for as long as he could. Red-faced, eyes bulging out of his head, he was tempering his breathing and decreasing his build up with dirty talk.
“Your mouth feels so good on me, Lindsay, it reminds me of old times. How old were you when you first had a taste of me, huh? 18? 19? I know I was the first man your pretty mouth ever tasted. I taught you how to swallow.”
Neither of us was saying a word.
In fact, the entire house was utterly quiet. You couldn’t hear a roach crawling, or cars passing by outside. Apart from the constant slurping noises my mom’s mouth was making as she sucked Curtis’ dick, it seemed like the world had fallen dead, or worse, ended up equally mesmerized by these unlikely events. It was like watching a train wreck. I could not look away.
My mom gagged and I craned my neck on instinct, glancing down for half a second. I couldn’t see it clearly, not from this angle, but it sounded like Curtis had a really big, thick dick. I’ve never had anything bigger than a banana in my mouth before. Did it feel good to suck a dick? I’ve always wondered.
I felt my cheeks redden and I chastised myself for these thoughts. Why did I care how big this thug’s dick was? I wasn’t interested. I wasn’t even curious. No. Never. I had to remind myself that he disgusted me, that they both did, because of their dirty actions.
I was better than my mom and I would never have anything of this man inside of me.
He did not matter.
He was just some dirty, sweaty, muscly stranger my mom decided to fuck.
“Yes, babe, just like that,” he moaned.
It sounded exaggerated, like he was putting on a show for me. A show of sexual perversion.
I was too anxious to speak, to move, even to breathe. Why wasn’t this man saying anything? Why wasn’t he stopping my mom? Or addressing me, letting her know that I was there, watching them? Why wasn’t I doing any of that? And for fuck’s sake, when had it gotten so damn hot in here? I was having trouble breathing.
“Lick and suck my sweaty balls, slut,” he growled.
The authoritative way he had commanded her to do that set my body on fire. He was definitely a man, a real man. His voice, his posture, screamed power. He had his legs spread, a hand on his hip, his other one on her hair, controlling her movements. He owned her, her mouth went where he guided it.
“Suck on them, lick them, get your face in there like the cock-loving slut you know you are, Lindsay.”
He’d finally fully broken the silence, but not the eye-contact. The man my mom was cheating on *** with was looking right into my eyes while my mom’s mouth was full of his dirty balls.
The filthy perversion of it all was doing something to me, I realized, when he grabbed a fistful of her hair, held her head in place and mercilessly pushed himself into her willing, open mouth and began to brutally face fuck her. My mother instantly went from mewling in pleasure to making sounds of distress. He was being rough and uncaring with her. I wondered why, but there could only be two logical answers. One, because it felt good to do that to her and two, because he could do that to her. Curtis was a man and my mom was a woman and a woman’s duty was to please and service men. It was the law of nature: animals mated and people fucked. Men fucked and the women got fucked. It was primal. It was… normal.
My mother’s warm mouth was just something this man was using to get himself off, he didn’t give a shit about sharing an intimate moment with a woman. I doubted she was even a person to him in that moment. She was just an object. A sex toy. He wasn’t even looking at her while he orally abused her. He was drinking me in and it occurred to me that maybe a part of this man was imagining my mouth on him instead of my mom’s. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I did like what that said about my mom. She really was being used. That pretty mouth of hers that told *** that she loved him was nothing more than this man’s fuck hole.
He was defiling her and she had never said no. On the contrary. She liked it. She craved it.
Slut.
I couldn’t have run now even if I wanted to, which for some reason, I didn’t. Not anymore. I wanted to see it all now. My body acted on its own and in three steps, my legs brought me closer to them.
I needed to see.
I needed to hear.
I needed to smell it.
I needed to learn how else was this brute of a man going to abuse my mom, to humiliate her cheating ass?
He needed to get nastier, to make her hurt.
Yes, she was a cock-loving slut, like he’d said, and sluts didn’t deserve pity or mercy. She had cum at his manhandling. She had liked it. She had wanted it. It being his cock, but a hand between her legs had done the same job just fine. Who did that, who came so easily if not a slut? Mom could have held on and not given in. I would have never submitted to this brute.
My body might have begun to burn at the sight of this debauchery, but I would never give in.
I fought the impulse to march over there and take over from this man. I wanted to grab a fistful of my mom’s red hair and run her head up and down his length and ask her if this was worth breaking up our ******. If she could live with herself after today. If she could really look *** in the eyes and tell him that nothing happened with Curtis. That she hadn’t had knelt at someone else’s feet and took his cock in her mouth and let him do whatever he pleased with her and that above all, she didn’t enjoy it.
“Don’t I taste so good, my little cockslut? You’re drooling all over my cock here,” he mocked, “you must have really missed the taste of me. Take it, take all of it, Lindsay. Worship my dick. You know you want it.”
She was choking, gagging on his meat and at every thrust, he held her face flush against his pubes until she began beating her fists on his muscled thighs, desperately begging for air. He’d only let her get a short inhale in and then he was down her throat again and she was fighting not to pass out as he destroyed her face.
He was grunting hard, groaning like an animal in heat, sweating with the effort to last, to keep the filthy show going for as long as he could. Red-faced, eyes bulging out of his head, he was tempering his breathing and decreasing his build up with dirty talk.
“Your mouth feels so good on me, Lindsay, it reminds me of old times. How old were you when you first had a taste of me, huh? 18? 19? I know I was the first man your pretty mouth ever tasted. I taught you how to swallow.”
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