I woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt, my body shivering. Pale moonlight spilled through the open window, and a cold, biting breeze swept into the room, raising goosebumps all over my skin. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, my feet freezing against the chilly floor.
The whole room felt like an icebox. In the haze of the party I must have passed out so hard that I forgot to close the damn window.
A strong gust made me shudder violently. I quickly rushed over and slammed the window shut, the latch clicking loudly in the quiet house. The room was still too cold, so I flicked on the heating system in my room and waited a moment as warm air started to circulate. My throat felt dry and scratchy from all the drinking. I was in needed water first.
I slipped out of my room quietly. As I made my way toward the kitchen, the events of the night started replaying in my head. Max and Ethan had stayed over tonight, I decided to check on them after grabbing a drink, just to make sure everything was fine.
I downed a full glass of cold water in the kitchen, the chill spreading through my chest. Feeling a little more awake, I walked over to the guest room and knocked softly.
Knock. Knock.
I waited a few seconds, then pushed the door open. The room was completely empty. The bed was still made, no clothes scattered around, no sign that anyone had slept there at all.
My stomach twisted. Where the hell are they? Then I remembered.
Before I went to bed, Max had been taking Mom to her room because she was drunk and unsteady. Ethan had followed right behind them while I was too exhausted and overwhelmed to think clearly. Now, sobered up in the cold night air, all those uneasy feelings came rushing back at once. My chest tightened painfully. If they weren't in the guest room, then they had to be…
I couldn't shake the eerie dread clawing at my insides. Without thinking, my feet carried me straight down the hallway toward Mom's bedroom. The door was closed. I raised my hand to knock, but something stopped me.
Instead, I slowly pushed the door open, my heart hammering in my throat.
"Mom…?" I whispered.
The sight that greeted me made my heart drop straight into my stomach.
Across the room on the large king-sized bed, my mom was completely naked. She was kneeling on all fours in the middle of the mattress, not a single piece of clothing left on her voluptuous body. Her red qipao dress and matching red bra lay crumpled on the floor like discarded evidence.
Her massive F-cup breasts hung heavily beneath her, swaying gently with every movement, her thick nipples stiff and dark. Her round, juicy ass was pushed up high, completely exposed, and between her slightly spread thighs I could see the glistening wetness coating her shaved pussy.
But she wasn't alone.
Max stood right in front of her at the edge of the bed, towering over her naked form, completely naked himself. His massive cock thick, veiny, and rock-hard was buried deep in Mom's mouth. Her soft, full lips were stretched wide around his thick shaft as her head bobbed eagerly back and forth.
Wet, sloppy sucking sounds filled the room as she took him deeper with every forward motion. Max's strong hand was tangled in her long black hair, gripping it firmly to guide her rhythm, his hips rocking gently to fuck her warm mouth.
I couldn't tear my eyes away.
Mom was sucking him with surprising hunger for someone who had been so casually innocent earlier. Her tongue swirled visibly around the fat head every time she pulled back, licking and lapping at the precum leaking from his slit before she dove forward again, taking more of his impressive in her mouth.
Saliva dripped messily from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto her swaying breasts.
Mom pulled back just enough to gasp for air, a thick string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cockhead. Her eyes were glassy with lust, cheeks flushed deep red. She gave a few strokes with her before she immediately wrapped her lips around him again, sucking harder, her head moving faster.
Max's other hand reached down and squeezed one of her heavy breasts, pinching her stiff nipple between his fingers. Mom moaned loudly around his cock, the vibration making his thighs tense.
I stood there frozen in the doorway, my own cock rock-hard and throbbing painfully in my pants despite the crushing jealousy ripping through my chest. But I couldn't look away.
Max's hips started moving slightly, fucking her pretty face with slow, thrusts while she happily took everything he gave her. Her hands came up to cup his heavy balls, massaging them gently as she sucked even harder, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue like she wanted to drain him completely.
The sight was so filthy, so wrong, and yet so hypnotizing that my mind went blank.
"Hey, Rob… what are you doing here?"
The sudden voice made me jump. I had been so lost in the filthy sight of Mom eagerly blowing Max that I hadn't even noticed Ethan lying casually on the bed beside them, completely naked, phone in his hand like he was recording. His own massive cock was half-hard again, resting against his thigh as he smirked at me.
To be continued...
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