Nothing works better than a hot round of mother in law phone sex to shut that old ballbuster’s mouth. Nag-nag-nag, all she knows how to do is complain and it’s usually about me. She doesn’t think that I take good care of her son and our horny brood, so I showed her exactly how I care for all of them. The proof is in the pudding and my pudding is made of pure pussy cream.
She was right in the middle of one of her horrible rants when I pulled off my cum crusted thong and shoved it in her mouth. The old skank could’ve spit it out but she didn’t. Instead she just held my dirty drawers in her mouth while I tied her hands behind her back, ripped her blouse open and pulled her mature mammaries out of her D cups. For being such an uppity bitch, she didn’t fight me at all. She fell into the sub role so naturally, I could tell she’s an old school mommy whore.
Once I had her bound and sat her big butt on the couch, I pulled her son’s pants down and started lovingly gulping down his generously portioned genitals. She watched every second as I slowly slurped up and down his slop slinger. By the time I got a good gawk-gawk rhythm going she was quivering with anticipation, salivating so much that the end of my thong hanging out of her mouth was dripping spit all over her big titties. I reached up and yanked them out of her yap and spit in her open mouth, spreading her lips wide with both of my hands. I pushed her gob onto her son’s knob and she didn’t hesitate a bit, sucking his cock like there’s no tomorrow, orally cherishing it like a long lost friend.
I got down beside my husband’s cock sucking mommy and we double teamed his dick, one of us sucking and licking while the other was licking and sucking. It didn’t take long for both of our skilled mouths to make him cum for us. He had enough load for both of our pretty faces but I wasn’t satisfied with the cum coverage on his dear old mom, so I pushed her down and popped my drippy pussy right on her piehole. She licked and lapped as I treated her head like a fleshy bike seat, grinding away as I rode steadily toward a massive explosion of an orgasm.
I stood up and her face looked like a glazed donut with smeared eyeshadow. That ought to shut that old bitch up.
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