It was past 2 a.m. The house was dead quiet except for the low hum of the AC. Rimi woke up thirsty as fuck, throat dry from the weed she’d smoked earlier. She padded barefoot down the hallway in nothing but an oversized tank top and tiny black thong, hair messy, nipples already poking through the thin fabric from the cold air.
As she passed her mom’s bedroom door, she noticed it wasn’t fully closed—there was a four-inch gap, soft golden light spilling out. She heard it before she saw it: wet, sloppy sucking sounds, like someone was choking on something thick. Then her mom’s muffled moan, followed by a deep male grunt.
Rimi froze. Curiosity hit her like a slap. She crept closer, heart hammering, and peeked through the crack.
Her mom—Lisa—was on her knees on the carpet, completely naked except for the silver anklet she never took off. Her big fake tits bounced every time her head moved. And right in front of her face was the fattest, veiniest cock Rimi had ever seen in real life. Easily nine inches, thick as a Red Bull can, shiny with spit and pre-cum. Some dude Rimi didn’t even recognize—tall, tattooed, maybe late 30s—was standing over her mom, one hand fisted in her blonde hair, the other braced on the headboard.
“Fuck yeah, you greedy little cocksucker,” the guy growled, voice low and rough. “Take that dick deeper, you filthy whore. Choke on it like the cum-dump you are.”
Lisa gagged hard, eyes watering, mascara already running down her cheeks, but she didn’t pull back. Instead she shoved her face forward until her nose smashed against his trimmed pubes, throat bulging visibly. She held it there, gagging, drool pouring out the corners of her mouth and dripping onto her tits in long strings.
“Goddamn, look at you,” he laughed cruelly. “Forty-two years old and still sucking dick like a desperate college slut. Bet your daughter has no idea what a nasty fucking pig her mommy really is.”
Rimi’s pussy clenched so hard she almost moaned out loud. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the wet spot already soaking through her thong. She couldn’t look away.
The guy yanked Lisa’s head back by the hair, cock springing free with a wet pop. A thick rope of spit connected the swollen head to her swollen lips. He slapped her face with his dick—hard—left cheek, right cheek, then across her mouth.
“Beg for it, bitch. Tell me how bad you need this load down your throat.”
Lisa’s voice came out hoarse, wrecked. “Please… fuck my face, daddy. Use my throat like a cheap pussy. I’m your dirty cum-slut… please fill my mouth, I’ll swallow every fucking drop.”
He smirked, then rammed back in, no mercy. He started face-fucking her for real now—fast, brutal thrusts that made her gag and choke every other stroke. Her hands were behind her back like she’d been ordered, tits jiggling wildly, nipples rock-hard. Spit flew everywhere—dripping down her chin, splattering her chest, pooling on the carpet.
Rimi’s hand slipped inside her thong without thinking. Two fingers slid straight into her soaked cunt. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, trying not to whimper. Watching her own mom get skull-fucked like a pornstar was the dirtiest, hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“Gonna nut soon, you worthless cocksleeve,” the guy snarled. “Open that fucking mouth wider—gonna paint your tonsils white.”
Lisa obeyed instantly, tongue out, eyes rolled back, looking completely broken and loving it.
He pulled out at the last second, jacking his slick cock furiously. First rope shot straight into her open mouth, thick and white. Second hit her tongue. Third and fourth splashed across her lips and chin. The rest he aimed lower—ropes landing on her tits, dripping down her stomach.
“Swallow it, slut. Every goddamn drop.”
Lisa closed her mouth, throat working as she gulped it down, then opened again to show him her empty tongue like a good girl.
“Good whore,” he muttered, smearing the last bit of cum across her cheek with his softening dick. “Now clean me up.”
Lisa leaned forward obediently, licking every inch clean while he stroked her hair like she was a pet.
Rimi came right then—hard, silent, legs shaking, fingers buried deep, thong completely drenched. She had to clamp her other hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.
When she finally backed away from the door on wobbly legs, her mind was spinning. Her mom—the sweet, PTA-attending, yoga-class-going woman everyone knew—was secretly the nastiest throat-slut in the neighborhood.
And Rimi had just watched the whole fucking show.
She crept back to her room, pussy still twitching, already wondering when she’d get to see it again.
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