Fed Up With Mom Stealing My Friends

Samantha's Mining Trip

A fantasy about @smt-01 I had while talking to her. She has such an interesting life as an engineer and occasionally flies from her office to site in 3-5 day bursts to execute her projects. But a beautiful girl like her is surely rare on site? Turns out I was right! She says she's had a lot of action and constantly catcalled/ogled all the time.

This turned out more non-consensual and raw than I initially intended but after her recent posts I couldn't stop myself..

Tags: non-consensual, office worker, gangbang, deepthroat, threesome, miners

~ Nina

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Samantha felt the eyes on her as she made her way through the mess hall to grab dinner. She could sense the hunger in the gazes of the men around her, but she was used to it by now. Being one of the few women on the mine site, she had grown accustomed to the attention her curvy figure attracted.

As she requested a steak and filled up her plate at the counter, a deep voice behind her made her jump. "Need a hand with that, sweetheart?" Samantha turned to see Jake, one of the burliest miners on site, grinning down at her.

She raised an eyebrow, unfazed by his flirtatious tone. "I think I can handle a plate on my own, Jake."

He chuckled and leaned in closer, his musky scent enveloping her. "You know, you office workers don't have to be so isolated all the time. Let us take care of you."

Samantha's lips curved into a smirk as she took a step back, holding his gaze. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm here to work just like everyone else."

Jake's smile widened as he looked her up and down. "Oh, I don't doubt that for a second. But there's nothing wrong with a little fun after work hours, right?"

Ignoring the heat rising in her cheeks, Samantha grabbed her plate and gave him a dismissive nod. "Maybe another time, Jake. Right now, I'm occupied."

As she walked away, she could feel his eyes burning into her back. Samantha knew how to handle herself around these rough men who saw her as nothing more than a challenge to conquer. She had faced similar situations before, and Jake was no different from the others who thought they could charm her with a few words and a cocky attitude.

She found a quiet corner to sit and eat her dinner, enjoying the solitude away from the prying eyes of her male coworkers. As she savored each bite of her steak, her mind wandered to the real reason she was at the mine site - to oversee the installation of new equipment that would increase efficiency and safety in the tunnels.

After finishing her meal, Samantha made her way back to the dorms, ready to unwind after a long day of work. As she passed by the gym, she noticed movement inside and decided to peek in. The gym was mostly empty except for a few scattered figures lifting weights and running on treadmills.

Samantha hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, drawn to the familiar scent of sweat and metal. She headed towards an empty bench press, preparing to release some tension through exercise. Just as she was about to start her first set, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Need a spotter?"

Samantha looked up to see Marcus, another miner she had crossed paths with several times during her stay at the site. Unlike Jake, Marcus had always been respectful towards her, never pushing boundaries or making inappropriate comments.

She smiled gratefully at him. "Sure, that would be great."

Marcus stepped forward and helped her adjust the weights on the barbell. As Samantha began her set, she felt his steady presence behind her, ready to assist if needed. With each repetition, she could feel the burn in her muscles, the physical strain a welcome distraction from the constant attention she received from her male coworkers.

Marcus watched her intently, his eyes focused on her form as she pushed herself to the limit. His presence was reassuring, his strong hands there to support her if she faltered.

As Samantha finished her set and racked the weights, she let out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks, Marcus. I appreciated that."

He smiled warmly at her. "Anytime, Samantha. It's good to see you taking care of yourself in this environment."

Samantha felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a rare sense of camaraderie she hadn't expected to find in this male-dominated world. She realized that not every man at the mine site was like Jake, driven by their basest desires.

"Thank you, Marcus. That means a lot coming from you," she replied sincerely.

He held her gaze for a moment before breaking into a grin. "Well, how about we grab a drink together later? I know there’s a limit but I did bring a nice whiskey from home."

Samantha considered his offer, a spark of curiosity igniting within her. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let her guard down for once and enjoy some company outside of work.

"Sounds like a plan," Samantha replied with a smile, intrigued by the idea of spending time with Marcus outside of their professional interactions for the first time. As they made plans to meet later that evening, she couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that bubbled within her. Despite the challenges of being a woman in such a male-dominated environment, she was starting to see that there were allies and friendships to be found amidst the rough exterior of the miners.

With a newfound sense of optimism, Samantha looked forward to what the evening would bring as she left the gym, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. The evening air was crisp as Samantha made her way to the spot Marcus had suggested for their drink.

"Hey, glad you could make it," Marcus greeted her warmly, gesturing for her to take a seat across from him.

Samantha returned his smile, feeling a sense of ease settling over her as she sat down. The atmosphere was surprisingly cozy, with the sunset overhead casting a soft glow over the surrounding area.

"Thanks for inviting me," she replied, her voice tinged with genuine appreciation. "It's nice to have a change of scenery."

Marcus nodded in understanding, pouring them both a glass of whiskey from the bottle he had brought. The amber liquid glinted in the dim light, its rich aroma filling the air between them.

As they chatted and laughed over their drinks, Samantha found herself opening up to Marcus in a way she hadn't expected. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from work to personal interests. Marcus shared stories of his time at the mine site, offering insights into the daily challenges and triumphs of life in such a rugged environment. Samantha, in turn, spoke about her passion for engineering and the satisfaction she found in tackling complex problems even if she was city based and only got to visit the site in short bursts.

As the night wore on, the initial tension between them lingered supported by a growing sense of connection. They finished their drinks as the sky darkened, the stars emerging one by one to cast a twinkling canopy overhead. Samantha felt a sense of contentment settle over her as she sat there with Marcus, enjoying the simple pleasure of good company.

"I should probably head back to my dorm," Samantha said reluctantly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

Marcus nodded, a hint of reluctance in his expression. "Of course. I'll walk you back."

Samantha smiled gratefully at him as they both rose from their chairs. The walk back to her dorm was filled with easy conversation and shared laughter, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere she usually felt around the other miners.

When they reached her door, Samantha turned to face Marcus, a genuine smile on her face. "Thank you for tonight. I had a really great time."

Marcus returned her smile, his gaze softening. "The pleasure was all mine, Samantha. I'm glad we had this chance to get to know each other better."

Before she could respond, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek,

sending a jolt of warmth through her. Samantha's heart skipped a beat as she met his eyes, seeing a depth of feeling reflected in them that took her breath away. In that moment, the air crackled with unspoken desire, the tension between them palpable.

Without a word, Marcus captured her lips in a searing kiss, igniting a fire within Samantha she had never experienced before. The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies moving as one in a dance of passion and need.

In Marcus, Samantha found a kindred spirit, a man who saw along with her curves, the core of who she was. As they tumbled into her small dorm room, their hands exploring every inch of each other's skin, Samantha knew that this night was just the beginning of something powerful and intoxicating.

The walls of the isolated town echoed with their shared moans and cries of pleasure, a symphony of newfound connection and raw desire that set their worlds ablaze.

In the dim light of the dorm room, Samantha's eyes widened as Marcus's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, her body arching towards his touch as her breath hitched in her throat. Marcus, sensing her arousal, continued his path, his fingers running through her hair as if to anchor her to the present moment.

The scent of her skin, a mix of her own sweat and the fragrance of her perfume, filled his senses, intensifying his desire for her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, the rhythm in sync with his own. A gentle tug on her hair brought Samantha's gaze up to meet his. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze as they acknowledged the depth of their connection.

Without breaking eye contact, Marcus moved his hands to her waist, guiding her towards the bed. The hard mattress welcomed them as they lay down, their bodies entwining like two ropes pulled by the tide. The room glowed with a soft, ethereal light as the stars outside shone through the window, casting a halo around them.

With every inch of his body, Marcus sought to explore the curves of Samantha's form. He traced the contours of her back with his fingers, his thumbs slowly massaging the tension out of her shoulders. As she relaxed, he moved lower, brushing his fingers along her sides, his touch feather-light.

Samantha gasped lightly as his fingertips grazed her stomach, causing a flurry of butterflies to dance within her belly. She let out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she reveled in the sensation of his touch. In that moment, she felt completely at ease, her body responding to his every movement with anticipation and desire.

Marcus shifted his position, his face now level with her breasts. As he took one into his mouth, sucking gently and teasing with his tongue, Samantha's breath hitched again. Pushing ever further, he explored her body, his hands tracing the lines of her hips, the curve of her thighs, and the softness of her inner legs.

As his touch became more insistent, Samantha felt her arousal growing, her body begging for more. She arch her back, offering herself to him, inviting him to take control. With a gasp, she hooked her ankles behind his waist, pulling him closer and deeper into her.

Wanting more, Marcus slid his hands around her hips, pulling her closer to him as he stood up, lifting her with him. Her legs wrapped around him, she gasped as she felt his hardness press against her. He positioned her on the edge of the bed, her back against the headboard, and slowly, slowly, he entered her.

For a moment, they stayed still, locked together, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync. It was as if time stood still, and all that mattered in that moment was the connection between them. Then, with a sudden flourish, Marcus began to move, his hips rocking steadily against her.

The rhythm of their bodies together was like a dance, a sensual waltz that pulled them deeper into their passion. Marcus's hands gripped her hips, guiding her, pulling her closer, as he thrust into her harder and faster. Samantha's nails dug into his back, urging him on, her breath coming in short gasps.

The room filled with the sound of their passionate cries, their bodies slapping together with a wet, slick sound. Marcus's mouth found her neck, nibbling and biting gently, his breath hot and wet against her skin. With every touch, Samantha felt her body respond, her desire for him growing stronger with every thrust.

It was almost too much to bear, the intensity of their lovemaking, the power of their connection. But Marcus didn't let up, his body continuing to move, his hips thrusting deeper and harder. Samantha felt the tension building within her, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave, pulling her further and further away from reality.

The sheets rustled beneath them, the sound mingling with their passionate cries, as they fucked violently and roughly. Missionary, deepthroat, doggy - each act brought new heights of pleasure, their bodies twisting and turning in a frenzy of desire.

As they reached the peak of their climax, their bodies shuddered in unison, their minds lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Marcus wordlessly gets up, dresses himself and returns to his room with a smile wishing a good night as he prepares for the early morning the next day.

However, their loud moans and the slapping of skin didn’t go unnoticed through the thin walls of their dorms. Jake, along with two of his friends were drinking outside of his dorm only a few doors down. Watching Marcus leave, they swiftly approach the still unlocked door to find Samantha nude under her blankets, still awake resting. She let out a loud yelp as she noticed the unwelcome intrusion.

As the intruders filed in, a deafening silence filled the air, broken only by the echo of Samantha's trembling breaths. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest, threatening to burst from her lungs as her eyes darted around the room, seeking anything to help her in this dire situation.

Jake smirked, a devilish grin that seemed to twist his already rugged features into something more sinister. His friends, equally eager to pounce on the opportunity, followed suit, their eyes glued to Samantha's trembling form, hungry for the carnal pleasure that they so desperately craved.

But Samantha wasn't going to give in without a fight. Her hands fumbled around the bed, searching for something, anything, to use as a weapon. As her fingers brushed against the cold steel of a bedside lamp, a glimmer of hope flared within her. Clutching it tightly, she lunged at Jake, her heart racing as she swung the lamp at him with all her might.

The impact was light however, due to the cord stopping the lamp short. Still the blow made Jake reel back slightly, his face contorting in pain. But he wasn't about to let a little bruise stop him from getting what he wanted. With a snarl, he lunged at Samantha once more, his friends not far behind locking the door as they entered the room.

The scent of sweat and lust filled the air as the three men pinned Samantha down on the bed, their bodies tangled and writhing, their hands greedily exploring her trembling body. She whimpered as their touches grew more insistent, their fingers probing and groping at her most intimate places. She struggled against their hold, her limbs flailing wildly, but to no avail.

Jake, the ringleader of this twisted game, positioned himself between Samantha's legs, his eyes gleaming with malice as he grabbed hold of her thighs and spread them wide apart. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as he thrust himself inside her, his cock rough and unyielding as it sought to conquer every inch of her body. Samantha let out a muffled scream as the pain of his invasion washed over her, her tears mixing with the sweat that trickled down her face.

Meanwhile, the second man, a tall and burly figure, positioned himself at the head of the bed, his eyes locked on the vulnerable sight before him. With a predatory grin, he climbed on top of Samantha's helpless form, his hands clenching at her hair as he forced himself down her throat. The taste of her sweat, her tears, and her fear mixed together in his mouth, making him grow even more aroused. He pumped himself in and out of her mouth, the soreness in his throat only fueling his desire to take her completely.

Samantha struggled to break free from their grip, her moans and Screams growing louder as her body was subjected to their brutal advances. But the harder she fought, the more the men seemed to revel in it, their animalistic instincts taking over.

Jake thrust deeper into her, his grunts echoing in the room as he pounded into her with the force of a raging bull. The second man's eyes narrowed as he watched, savoring the sight of her body twisting and writhing under their assault. He pulled back, his cock glistening with her saliva and pre-cum, and lunged forward with a vengeance, driving it deeper into her throat than before.

The men roared with laughter, their eyes now shining with an even darker hunger. They knew that their power over her was absolute, and they would make her pay for her defiance.

Jake, now completely out of control, slammed into her with all his might, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet sound, his sweaty body clinging to hers, his grunts filling the air.He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust inside her, his hips meeting hers in a frenzied dance of possession.

Her cries were muffled by the second man, who hadn't let up on her throat. He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming rougher and more aggressive. Samantha's body writhed beneath them, her curves and soft skin a tantalizing target for their dark desires.

Samantha's cries grew louder, her sobs turning into screams of agony as the intensity of the situation overwhelmed her.But even as she fought against the tide of pain and humiliation, there was a strange glimmer of defiance in her eyes. A spark of rebellion that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of such depravity. As the men continued to ravage her, the sounds of their grunts and gasps filled the room, each one lost in their own primal hunger. The air grew thick with sweat, lust, and the bitter taste of betrayal.

She felt a throbbing inside her from Jake’s large member. Feeling his own release building, gripped her hips even tighter, slamming into her with a ferocity that bordered on madness. Meanwhile, the second man's thrusts became erratic, his need to dominate her taking precedence over any semblance of control.

The third man, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward now. His eyes glazed over with lust as he took in the sight before him. He reached out, his hand brushing against Samantha's sensitive flesh, sending shivers down her spine, kneading her big mounds.

She screamed out in agony, her voice echoing through the room as the men continued to abuse her. Her eyes locked on Jake's, her resolve unbroken despite the brutality she was enduring. She tried to make him see the fear in her eyes, the pain etched upon her face while fighting the physical stimulation she was facing, but the darkness in his gaze refused to waver.

Soon after, Samantha feels a warmth gushing inside her pussy with Jake’s cock swelling within her before unloading a torrent of hot seed deep inside her. He slammed into her a few more time with violently powerful thrusts in a slow rhythm making sure to wring himself out dry.

He looked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction, and then he turned his attention to the third man. "It's your turn, mate. Take her and make her yours."

The third man, now overcome with desire, positioned himself behind her, his cock questing for her entrance. He grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust. He pushed her legs apart, his cock rock hard and ready. Samantha couldn't help but shiver as he positioned himself at her entrance, his muscles ripple under his skin. He held her hips and then thrust inside her with one quick, powerful stroke.

Samantha screamed as he entered her, his cock stretching her to her limits. She felt like she was being torn apart, but the third man didn't ease up. He began to fuck her with brutal force, his thrusts deep and hard. Samantha's body bucked under his relentless assault, her cries muffled by the second man's cock still buried in her throat. Her pussy was still feeling raw and sensitive after Jake’s violent treatment, and she began feeling light headed with how hard it is to breathe while getting facefucked.

The second man, now breathing heavily from his previous exertions, pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to gasp for air. He moved over, positioning himself at her face, and shoved his still wet cock into her nose, making her inhale his scent deeply. Then, he thrust into her mouth once more, using her as a human fleshlight, making sure to pump his hips and cum deep in her throat.

Despite the pain and humiliation, Samantha felt a strange sense of defiance rising within her. She refused to let these men break her spirit. As the third man continued to fuck her, she imagined herself somewhere else, somewhere safe and peaceful. She focused on the feel of the grass beneath her feet, the sun warming her skin, and the gentle breeze caressing her face.

Jake now resting on a chair, began to get erect again from watching Samantha’s agony, staring into her eyes as she gets defiled by his mates.

The third man grunted, his body tense as he prepared to release. He thrust harder, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock swelling inside her. Then, with a roar, he came, filling her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged as he recovered.

Jake kneels over her face, humiliating Samantha by rubbing his cock and balls all over her face, and pinching and tugging at her nipples. He forces his balls into her mouth, the sensation covering her tongue and laughs as he slaps his giant weighty cock on her face, large enough to reach the top of her head. Enjoying the sensation of his balls sucked as she struggled to inhale, he finally gets up and repositions himself between her legs once more

Samantha tried to catch her breath, her body aching and sore from the brutal treatment. Despite the pain, she couldn't help but look up at Jake, the defiance still shining in her eyes. He looked down at her, his face twisted with satisfaction and dominance.

Samantha whimpered, caught between the conflicting sensations of agony and pleasure. The men's bodies felt like anchors, weighing her down, but she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of liberation in the midst of her humiliation with the three of them temporarily off her.

She looked up at Jake, his eyes still reflecting hunger and lust, but also a hint of admiration. He had watched her throughout this entire ordeal, and it was clear that her strength and defiance had not gone unnoticed.

Slowly, Jake raises her arms above her head, presenting her breasts to the three men. "Take me again," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than a rasp. "You’ll never make me yours."

Jake's eyes widened, and he hesitated for only a moment before he grips his already swelling member. "Why would I ever want you to be mine? Alright, mate," he called out to the other men, "let's finish this."

With renewed urgency, the men descended upon Samantha once again taking turns on her filled pussy. Jake flips her over into a doggy style, pounding fast and hard. As he releases his next load, he sits in front of her face and with a firm grip on her hair, uses her mouth to clean off the mixture of the mens’ leftover cum acting as lube for her pussy from his cock.

Their bodies formed a writhing heap of sweat and desire, each thrust and groan an echo of their passion. Samantha's body rocked beneath them, her skin glistening with sweat and the traces of their climaxes. As the men cum inside, they follow suit and dip their cock down her throat to clean up the mix of the different mens’ cum from themselves.

Soon, it was over. The men collapsed onto the bed, their breathing ragged and heavy. Samantha lay limp beneath them, her body spent, but her spirit unbroken. As her eyes met Jake's, reflecting on how the day has led her to this.

As the craving for domination began to fade, the men found themselves staring at Samantha's body, almost reverently but also bored. For a brief moment, they felt a mild pity for her, but also satisfied with letting out their sexual frustrations and annoyances from the inconveniences of a life isolated on site.

Jake broke the silence first, his voice the same gravelly tone heard when the men are at work. "Let’s go, we have an early morning tomorrow," he said, to no one in particular. "Looking forward to your next site visit dear."

As parting gift, he picked up Samantha’s panties off the floor and roughly shoved it inside her pussy sealing the cum in her. She felt the warmth of their ejaculate filling her. She lay on the bed, battered and broken, but somehow still alive. She knew that the night was over, but what about tomorrow night?

But for now, she could only lay there, soaking in the pain and pleasure, knowing that her body was now their plaything, and that they would continue to use her until they were satisfied. After a long day at work, a few drinks, and hours of physical activity, Samantha found herself naturally dozing off without realizing it as she lay there.

Wife speaks to rude neighbor.

You were so sick of your neighbor blasting music through the thin walls that connected his place to yours. You complained about it relentlessly to your sexy wife and always said you would do something, but never did. He was an asshole, just the thought of talking to him scared you some. Eventually she got fed up with all your talk and no action and decided to take things into her own hands.

Coming out the bedroom a bit later on, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Your wife was wearing the smallest and tightest booty shorts you’d ever seen her in. It made you wonder how many years ago they were from, considering her already sizable ass was even bigger and rounder now.

It was also her top, although it could barely be called that. Only the smallest bit larger than her bra, it squeezed against your wife’s enormous chest and did nothing to hide the fact that she was stacked more than any woman you knew.

She blew you a kiss goodbye before you could complain, telling you she was going to handle the neighbor. Then with a wink and jiggle of her fat jiggly ass she slammed the front door closed right in your face. Your heart began to pound, not knowing what to make of your wife’s sudden attitude and shockingly revealing outfit.

You tried to listen, but the music was much too loud to make out anything concrete. You ran to the bedroom, since that was always the loudest spot, where the wall was thinnest connecting his bedroom to your own. Then the music stopped. Finally, finally you thought, the headache was about to be over. You waited for your wife to return with a smile on your face when you heard the bed springs.

Slow at first, but then picking up the pace and the headboard began to join in. Worst of all, the music resumed. You recognized the song as the slamming headboard went with the rhythm of the music. Then the moaning voice became all too familiar. Moaning turned into screams of pleasure, bed springs sounded like they might give out, and the headboard threatened to completely smash through the wall.

All while the music grew to an unreasonable volume. You recognized the song. “Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt. Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt!  Turn around, stick it out Show the world you got a…”

The pictures on your wall began to fall and smash against the floor, one just barely missing your head as you listened in. You couldn’t believe what you heard, denied that it was real.

“Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt. Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt!”

Then you heard her voice. Louder than the music, the headboard, the bed springs, louder even than the memories of your wife and yourself smashing against the floor next to you.

“OH FUCK! FUCK ME JASON! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK! IT’S SO FUCKING BIG I CAN’T TAKE IT! SO MUCH BIGGER THAN MY LOSER HUSBAND! SMASH MY FAT ASS! YES! BIG JASON AND YOUR GIGANTIC MONSTER COCK!”

They never told you how long they'll be on this vacation. For all you know it could last weeks, months, years. At least he sends you reminders of how gorgeous and slutty your girl is, like this one:

She really is/was the best you ever had ☺

BUBBLES @keepinupwith_brat

My Mom’s Ass Is My Shield

It is always the same, every time we have to move for work reasons my son ends up having problems in his new institute and I have to fix it. On this occasion the abuser is a boy named James, he lives two blocks from where we are and is in the class next door to his. Last night my son arrived crying home with bruises on his face, it seemed like a typical beating of those that are arranged with a gangbang in a neighborhood alley but according to him this was work of a single person, his new bully James. My son never knows how I get the bullies stop hitting him and I won’t tell him until he finds out for himself, I’m sure that it would hurt him to find out my methods. I managed to get an encounter with the guy, I told him what was going to happen: I would fuck him like never before, I would ride his cock with my giant ass until he couldn’t anymore and in return he would stop hitting my son, and like they always do… He accepted. We would meet at my house the day my son goes out for a walk with his friends, so I would make sure he didn’t notice and that the rumors that the bully is fucking his mother are nothing more than inventions.

James came home ten minutes after my son left, while he grabbed my ass and kissed my tits, he told me that he had slapped her on the way, as a farewell. It turned me on to be honest. I told him to get in my room and get undressed, by the time I was going to enter I heard the sound of the entrance door closing, my son was back. In my house there are no latches so I couldn’t keep the door closed, I shouted at my son to tell him not to enter my room and I started to suck the bully’s cock. After five minutes eating his big dick he told me to lick his balls, he wanted to humiliate me, as he humiliates my son, seeing me between his legs licking his eggs, but I was so horny, I was not gonna deny so… I did.

While I was choking between his balls and his cock I heard my son approaching, went to the door and said: - Mom, I need five dollars, could you give them to me? - I quickly took James out of my mouth and said: - No, you should have had some safe money for this occasions. And do not open the door. - after that, James returned to my mouth. Spent a while and there was no trace of my son so I decided to ride on top of James and start giving him a good ride with my huge booty. I didn’t let him scream or moan in case my son listened to us, which cost him a lot because he was about to cry of pleasure, with each boat on his cock his eyes turned white and exhaled really strong, he was certainly enjoying my mature ass. As he couldn’t scream he began to grab my ass while I fucked him, to give me smacks in it, I had to grab his hands and fuck him harder to him to enjoy more and not make noise.

But shortly after I listened to my son again, he had come back and wanted the money, in fact, he seemed angry because he couldn’t find money anywhere. - I’m going in, mom, my friends are waiting outside and it’s getting late, I need the money now. - he said. - No, don’t even think about it. - I said trying to keep up the rhythm and a normal voice. - Why? What’s going on in here? Ugh, over, I’m going in. - and he entered. I couldn’t do more than continue fucking James and turn me around to look my son in the eyes, so that he realized that he should never have entered.

After my son was stunned to see how I was fucking the guy who was beating him up James began to laugh and moan, he began to scream everything he hadn’t screamed while my son was not inside the room. - I’m doing this for you, honey, so you don’t have problems with other guys in your institutes, the same I’ve done with Justin, Leroy, Frank, Jerome, Mike … I hope you understand. - that broke his heart, he started crying in his knees over the floor of my room, which seemed to excite even more James who grabbed my ass practically hugging it and fucked me in the hardest way possible saying: - From now and until your mother finds a better job I will spend this way every night of the week, you wimp. - and that was damn true.

“Honey, those boys are on their spring break from college… they were starting a game of beach volleyball and needed an extra player. They asked me… I hope it’s okay if I play with them for a while. You’ll be okay here by yourself won’t you?”

“Uh, yeah mom,” I responded as I watched her run off, barely hearing my answer.

I watched as mom’s bubble butt jiggled as she bounced around the sand. Watched as the jock pricks nudged and whispered to each other, as they leered at her curvy milf body.

I should NOT be okay with this, instead I’m sitting here with the biggest boner of my life…