"Is your father fucking ?" she said flatly.
You hesitate, giving your mother all the answer she needed, even though it smelled like she'd been pickled in Captain Morgan. She pressed her body against yours, smashing me into the wall, the scent of spiced rum hanging about her like cheap perfume and her diamond capped tits boring into your chest. Given all the action you'd seen in the last few hours, it was no wonder your mind had started to wander and your cock started to rise. The effect was not lost on your mother who reached down and grabbed it through your loose pants; it wasn't a loving kind of grab, either.
"Tell me," she said with all the sweetness of a pit bull.
"Yes, ma'am," you choke out as her fingers tighten uncomfortably. Her nails were starting to dig into the soft flesh covering your aching rod and you tried your best to keep a straight face.
"Are you?" she asked with the same flat tone.
"Yes," you answer quickly. Her hand relaxed a little bit, but stayed on your stiff cock. She slid it lower, keeping her thumb and forefinger locked around the base, her other three fingers cupped your balls. You swallow hard, knowing one of two things was about to happen, hoping that it wasn't the more painful of the two.
"Are you fucking Mary?" she said, her hand slowly caressing your manhood, her fingers now working between your heavy balls.
"Yes, mother," you say, hoping the latter gets her to snap back to reality.
"Is your father fucking Mary?" she asked, her hand tightening quickly. The sudden pain made you suck your breath in hard and fast while your vision flashed red for a second.
"I...I don't know. I don't think so," you stammer out truthfully. To be honest, the thought hadn't crossed your mind, but for some reason it was right then, turning you on, making it impossible for the iron to leave your rod while your mother interrogated you.
"Are you fucking your sister?" your mother asks you, her voice full of venom.
"No..." you manage to get out through your gritting teeth.
"Don't you fucking lie to me," she spat.
"She gave me a blow job this morning, but that's it! Honest!" you hiss out quietly as her grip tightens further on your swollen balls and aching dick.
"There now. Was that so hard?" she asked, the drunken giggle returning to her voice. She relaxed her grip immediately and pulled your loose pants down, exposing your freshly tortured cock. "I guess it was," she giggled again and dropped to her knees. "Does my baby have an owie? Let mommy kiss it and make it better," she purred before inhaling your dick.
The younger girls had nothing on your mother in the cock-sucking department. Absolutely nothing. Their youthful vigor and few years of experience couldn't touch your mother's expertise. She teased, she pleased, she did things with her tongue you couldn't have imagined 30 seconds before that. Between deep throating you with no effort what-so-ever, her exploring hands, and that magical tongue, you felt your knees go weak and your eyes roll to the back of your head, your vision turning gray. It felt like you'd been hit by a truck load of electric fog as your whole body tingled. It was no surprise that you found yourself on the carpet with your mother's lips still locked around your cock, but you had no idea how long the glorious mouth fuck had lasted.
She looked at your and smiled around your dick, humming quietly to herself, letting the vibrations on your over-sensitive skin do some of the work for her. She pulled back, so only the thick plum of your head was still in her lips, her hands rolling and stroking your cock between them, using her spit for lube. She laughed as she felt you ready to erupt and started stroking up and down your dick with her mouth, her cheeks sucked in, tongue still, and everything tight, almost like a pussy as your head kept moving past her tonsils and down her gullet. Her hands were either on your pulsing rod or stroking your sac as she didn't break pace for an instant, not even as you started to unload down her throat.
Every drop was swallowed except for the last spurt, which she painted her lips with, smearing the shot of jizz around with your cock head.
"Now then, at least I'm not the only one not getting fucked," she said with a laugh. You could only manage to lay there and focus on breathing as your heart thundered in your chest and the electric fuge pulsated through your brain and muscles. "Thanks for the lipstick, honey. Time to give that cheating fuck a taste of his own medicine," she said with a laugh. You managed to tilt your head up just enough to watch her walk to the stairs, your hazed vision catching her swaying ass, and you barely noticed that her robe was still open.
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