Next Morning (Part 2 of Friends Sleepover)
Mike and Tyler stirred awake first, groaning as they rubbed their eyes, cocks still semi-hard from the night's madness. 'Fuck, that was insane,' Mike muttered, pulling on his shorts. Tyler nodded, smirking at Mom's cum-drenched body. 'Yeah, but I gotta bounce before my folks notice.' They slapped Jake and me on the back, grabbed their stuff, and headed out the door with quick goodbyes, leaving the living room reeking of stale sex and sweat. Mom lay there on the floor, her massive tits rising and falling with shallow breaths, thick ass marked red from slaps, pussy lips swollen and leaking a mix of our loads. She watched us through heavy lids, fingers lazily circling her clit, too exhausted to move but too horny to stop.
Jake and I stayed kneeling, our fists sliding up and down our throbbing cocks in sync, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the quiet. 'Look at her, man,' Jake whispered, his voice rough. 'Your mom's loving the show. Bet she wants to see us blow our loads.' I nodded, heart racing, jealousy from last night twisted into something new—raw need mixed with the thrill of her eyes on me. Pre-cum dripped from my tip, and Mom's smile widened faintly, her nurturing side peeking through the sex-crazed fog. 'Boys... you're both so hard for me,' she murmured, voice hoarse from screaming orgasms.
Then Jake's hand reached over, wrapping around my shaft instead of his own. His grip was firm, callused fingers stroking me slow and deliberate, thumb smearing the slick head. I froze, surprise jolting through me like electricity. 'What the—Jake?' I gasped, but the sensation hit hard—better than my own hand, the pressure building fast in my balls. It felt innocent at first, just bros helping each other out after the wild night, but my cock twitched eagerly, betraying me. I didn't pull away; it felt too fucking good, waves of pleasure making my thighs tense.
He leaned closer, breath hot on my neck, his free hand squeezing my balls. 'Relax, dude. You've been staring at my dick all night. Feels good, right? Let me make you cum like we did your mom.' His words dripped with seduction, dominant edge sharpening as he pumped faster. I shook my head, conflicted heat flushing my face. 'I'm straight, man. This is... fuck, stop talking like that.' But my hips bucked into his fist, the emotional pull of the night—watching him fuck Mom, now this—stirring confusion in my gut. Mom's eyes widened from the floor, her rubbing pausing, a quiet concern etching her features. She bit her lip, silent but watchful.
Before I could protest more, Jake pushed me back onto the carpet, his mouth descending on my cock. Hot, wet suction enveloped me, tongue swirling around the underside as he bobbed deep, gagging himself on my length. 'Shit!' I cried, hands fisting his hair, shock ripping through me. No one had ever sucked me like this—eager, skilled, his throat tightening around me. Then he pulled off with a pop, flipping me onto my stomach, spreading my ass cheeks. His tongue licked a bold stripe over my hole, probing wet and insistent, the rimming sending forbidden sparks up my spine. 'Taste so good, straight boy. Your ass is begging for it.' I whimpered, body arching despite the shame, the sensation raw and intimate, my straight identity cracking under the pleasure.
Mom sat up slowly, her nurturing instincts kicking in, voice soft but worried. 'Jake, honey, that's my son... be gentle.' But Jake ignored her, slicking his fingers with spit and pushing one into my tight asshole, stretching me open. I resisted then, squirming. 'No, fuck, I'm not gay—get off!' Panic mixed with the building heat, but he pinned me down with his weight, his cock—thick and veined—nudging my entrance. He thrust in slow at first, the burn tearing a cry from my throat. 'Ahh! It hurts, stop!' Tears pricked my eyes, pain lancing through me as he buried deeper, inch by inch, his balls pressing against mine.
But as he started pumping, the pain twisted into something electric—prostate hits sending jolts of pleasure radiating out, my cock leaking onto the floor. 'Oh god... fuck,' I moaned, the conflict raging: straight but loving the fullness, the dirty intimacy of him claiming me while Mom watched. I whimpered for her, voice breaking. 'Mom... it hurts but... feels weird.' She crawled over, her massive tits brushing my back as she stroked my hair, mother's touch soothing the storm. 'Shh, baby, it's okay. Mommy's here.' Her voice trembled, concerned eyes on Jake. 'Please stop, Jake. He's not ready.' But her hand slipped down, wrapping around my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts, emotional bond deepening the haze.
Jake grunted, pounding harder, dirty talk spilling out. 'Take my cock, you mommy-loving slut. Your mom's watching you get fucked like she did.' The words fueled it, pleasure overwhelming; I came hard, ropes of cum splattering the carpet as my ass clenched around him, milking his shaft. Mom held me through it, whispering comforts, her own pussy dripping anew from the exhibitionism. Jake roared, flooding my ass with hot spurts, cum leaking out as he pulled back. But he wasn't done—grabbing Mom by the arm, he yanked her away from me, bending her over beside me and slamming into her soaked pussy. 'Your turn again, milf. Watch your boy leak my load.' She gasped, submitting, her eyes locking on mine with a mix of shock and lust.
He fucked us both all morning, alternating—pounding my ass until I begged for more despite the shame gnawing at me, then railing Mom's holes while I recovered, her multiple orgasms echoing mine. 'Fuck, Jake, you're turning me gay,' I muttered once, conflicted tears mixing with sweat, but the pleasure was undeniable, straight facade crumbling in the raw intimacy. Dirty talk flew—'Breed my straight ass!' I groaned, Mom moaning, 'Cum in my baby boy again!'—the group dynamic shifting into something twisted and tender. Cum leaked from us both, bodies slick, emotions raw: jealousy gone, replaced by shared taboo heat.
Finally, Jake dressed and left with a wink, promising more. Alone with Mom, shame hit me hard—the gay pleasure lingering like a stain, making me feel unmoored. 'Mom... fuck me,' I begged, voice desperate. 'Make me feel straight again. Please, even if you're exhausted.' She looked worn, body aching from the night, but her nurturing eyes softened, reluctance fading into love. 'Oh, baby... okay, just this once.' She spread her legs, guiding my cock into her cum-filled pussy, warm and welcoming. I thrust deep, feeling the mix of loads squelch around me, her walls fluttering. We fucked slow at first, emotional—her hands on my face, whispering, 'You're my good boy, always.'—then harder, chasing release. She came first, crying out, multiple waves from her sensitivity, then I exploded inside her, shame easing from a mother's comfort. But as we panted, her hand stroking my back, the air hummed with unspoken hunger, the morning light promising no end to our secrets...
Jake and I stayed kneeling, our fists sliding up and down our throbbing cocks in sync, the wet schlick of skin on skin filling the quiet. 'Look at her, man,' Jake whispered, his voice rough. 'Your mom's loving the show. Bet she wants to see us blow our loads.' I nodded, heart racing, jealousy from last night twisted into something new—raw need mixed with the thrill of her eyes on me. Pre-cum dripped from my tip, and Mom's smile widened faintly, her nurturing side peeking through the sex-crazed fog. 'Boys... you're both so hard for me,' she murmured, voice hoarse from screaming orgasms.
Then Jake's hand reached over, wrapping around my shaft instead of his own. His grip was firm, callused fingers stroking me slow and deliberate, thumb smearing the slick head. I froze, surprise jolting through me like electricity. 'What the—Jake?' I gasped, but the sensation hit hard—better than my own hand, the pressure building fast in my balls. It felt innocent at first, just bros helping each other out after the wild night, but my cock twitched eagerly, betraying me. I didn't pull away; it felt too fucking good, waves of pleasure making my thighs tense.
He leaned closer, breath hot on my neck, his free hand squeezing my balls. 'Relax, dude. You've been staring at my dick all night. Feels good, right? Let me make you cum like we did your mom.' His words dripped with seduction, dominant edge sharpening as he pumped faster. I shook my head, conflicted heat flushing my face. 'I'm straight, man. This is... fuck, stop talking like that.' But my hips bucked into his fist, the emotional pull of the night—watching him fuck Mom, now this—stirring confusion in my gut. Mom's eyes widened from the floor, her rubbing pausing, a quiet concern etching her features. She bit her lip, silent but watchful.
Before I could protest more, Jake pushed me back onto the carpet, his mouth descending on my cock. Hot, wet suction enveloped me, tongue swirling around the underside as he bobbed deep, gagging himself on my length. 'Shit!' I cried, hands fisting his hair, shock ripping through me. No one had ever sucked me like this—eager, skilled, his throat tightening around me. Then he pulled off with a pop, flipping me onto my stomach, spreading my ass cheeks. His tongue licked a bold stripe over my hole, probing wet and insistent, the rimming sending forbidden sparks up my spine. 'Taste so good, straight boy. Your ass is begging for it.' I whimpered, body arching despite the shame, the sensation raw and intimate, my straight identity cracking under the pleasure.
Mom sat up slowly, her nurturing instincts kicking in, voice soft but worried. 'Jake, honey, that's my son... be gentle.' But Jake ignored her, slicking his fingers with spit and pushing one into my tight asshole, stretching me open. I resisted then, squirming. 'No, fuck, I'm not gay—get off!' Panic mixed with the building heat, but he pinned me down with his weight, his cock—thick and veined—nudging my entrance. He thrust in slow at first, the burn tearing a cry from my throat. 'Ahh! It hurts, stop!' Tears pricked my eyes, pain lancing through me as he buried deeper, inch by inch, his balls pressing against mine.
But as he started pumping, the pain twisted into something electric—prostate hits sending jolts of pleasure radiating out, my cock leaking onto the floor. 'Oh god... fuck,' I moaned, the conflict raging: straight but loving the fullness, the dirty intimacy of him claiming me while Mom watched. I whimpered for her, voice breaking. 'Mom... it hurts but... feels weird.' She crawled over, her massive tits brushing my back as she stroked my hair, mother's touch soothing the storm. 'Shh, baby, it's okay. Mommy's here.' Her voice trembled, concerned eyes on Jake. 'Please stop, Jake. He's not ready.' But her hand slipped down, wrapping around my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts, emotional bond deepening the haze.
Jake grunted, pounding harder, dirty talk spilling out. 'Take my cock, you mommy-loving slut. Your mom's watching you get fucked like she did.' The words fueled it, pleasure overwhelming; I came hard, ropes of cum splattering the carpet as my ass clenched around him, milking his shaft. Mom held me through it, whispering comforts, her own pussy dripping anew from the exhibitionism. Jake roared, flooding my ass with hot spurts, cum leaking out as he pulled back. But he wasn't done—grabbing Mom by the arm, he yanked her away from me, bending her over beside me and slamming into her soaked pussy. 'Your turn again, milf. Watch your boy leak my load.' She gasped, submitting, her eyes locking on mine with a mix of shock and lust.
He fucked us both all morning, alternating—pounding my ass until I begged for more despite the shame gnawing at me, then railing Mom's holes while I recovered, her multiple orgasms echoing mine. 'Fuck, Jake, you're turning me gay,' I muttered once, conflicted tears mixing with sweat, but the pleasure was undeniable, straight facade crumbling in the raw intimacy. Dirty talk flew—'Breed my straight ass!' I groaned, Mom moaning, 'Cum in my baby boy again!'—the group dynamic shifting into something twisted and tender. Cum leaked from us both, bodies slick, emotions raw: jealousy gone, replaced by shared taboo heat.
Finally, Jake dressed and left with a wink, promising more. Alone with Mom, shame hit me hard—the gay pleasure lingering like a stain, making me feel unmoored. 'Mom... fuck me,' I begged, voice desperate. 'Make me feel straight again. Please, even if you're exhausted.' She looked worn, body aching from the night, but her nurturing eyes softened, reluctance fading into love. 'Oh, baby... okay, just this once.' She spread her legs, guiding my cock into her cum-filled pussy, warm and welcoming. I thrust deep, feeling the mix of loads squelch around me, her walls fluttering. We fucked slow at first, emotional—her hands on my face, whispering, 'You're my good boy, always.'—then harder, chasing release. She came first, crying out, multiple waves from her sensitivity, then I exploded inside her, shame easing from a mother's comfort. But as we panted, her hand stroking my back, the air hummed with unspoken hunger, the morning light promising no end to our secrets...
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