just giving a helping hand to buds

After a beautiful night where, as always, we gave ourselves to each other intensely, Mom lay down on her side. I rested for just a few minutes, then hugged her back and kissed her neck and bare shoulders, breathing heavily on them. "Calm down, bull," she said, smiling. "We have commitments tomorrow." "Wait, you've already filled my ass with semen." She took my penis in her hands and cleaned it with a disposable towel. It reacted, and the erection was instantaneous. "Control your friend," she said, laughing, and got up to go to the bathroom. When she came back, I looked at her and admired all her beauty once again. "Hey, do you remember when you got pregnant with me?" Of course. Next Christmas will mark 27 years. Wow. Tell me, Mom, how was it? "Well, it was December 24th, and your Dad and I went out with the church choir to sing Christmas carols." At the houses, they gave us fruit punch, and your dad, being the son of Mexicans, carried a bottle of tequila and poured a shot into my punch and his own. When we got home, my dad was already there waiting for us and told me he was going up to the guest room to put on his Santa costume. "No, Dad, Carlos's parents came from Mexico and took the room. Come on, I'll take you to the garage." When he undressed, I saw his enormous cock, big, shiny, and vigorous, and that combined with the tequila, made me want to take his cock, suck it, and then beg him to fuck me. In the backseat of your dad's car, he made me see stars and listen to mariachi music.

You couldn’t believe your mom. To think she would be sitting on your bed dressed so skimpy without bouncing her giant udders! And as if she heard you, your mother hefted up her jugs, each bigger than your skull, then hefted them down slamming those mountains against her tight straining latex dress. 

Your eyes glued to your own mother’s mammaries, they captivated your entire focus, you could feel yourself rise in your underwear, stretching the fabric, almost poking from the top. Every fiber of you wanted more ‘Bounce more, faster, heavier’ your brain demanded, and she did. Her milkers slammed down, you throbbed, they recoiled up just to slam downwards, the sound of latex stretching echoed as she rapidly bounced. 

Straining was an understatement, both you and mommy were in the same boat, the more she bounced the deeper the latex dug, and the harder you grew. Your underwear shifted down, the tip wedged between your waist and the cloth, then a snap blared, the latex had finally snapped. 

A wave of boobs spilled across your mothers body, they jumped up and down and as they fell so did your underwear. Stammering forwards, feet tangled you fell, erection first between your mommy's milkers. Now she was milking you, softness shrouded your shaft, and it felt right but you needed to gain your balance. 

Your hand wrapped around the leash attached to black collar and yanked as you thought about all those anime girls with the dumb faces, your mom pulled her eyes back, crossing them as if she was demented then her tongue lapped out stretching beyond her chin, you wanted more but just couldn’t handle it…