She knelt by the washer, stuffing a handful of clothes in, her dress riding up her tight thighs. Sam entered the laundry room, his dick was already out the moment he left James's room, he was hard and leaking, when he stepped up beside her. She turned around and came face-to-face with his dripping cock. Her jaw dropped with rage flaring and she cursed, "You little shit--"
He cut her off, grabbing her short blonde hair with both fists, mimicking Olly's brutal grip. "Auntie, please, just for a moment--suck it, you're so fucking hot, I can't stop!" he begged, his voice raw. She yanked back, but his hands were locked in tight grabbing her hair. Her eyes burned into his--angry and helpless--but then softened. She calmed down a bit at the sight of his rock hard cock, flattered at his compliment and his interest in her.
She kissed the wet tip reluctantly, just a quick peck, her lips trembling.
"Please, Auntie, more," he whined for more and inched closer. Her pink lips parted, tongue flicking out, as soon as he saw her mouth turn into a hole, Sam pounced--shoved his cock in hard. Halfway, she choked, gagging as he gripped her hair tighter. He pulled back, then rammed deeper, her mouth squeezing his cock. Spit dribbled from the side of her mouth, her coughs wet and messy. Kneeling there, back against the washer, she was trapped--Sam couldn't believe it, James's mom, his buddy's fucking mom, slurping his dick, and the sight of her pinned against the washing machine was a beautiful sight, making his dick twitch harder as he mouth fucked his buddy's mom.
Sam's thrusts were sloppy--Olly made it look easy, but this felt like a goddamn fight. Her saliva slicked him up, smoothing it out. After five, six hard pumps--she'd had enough. She shoved him hard.
He stumbled backwards, grip slipping, ripping out a chunk of her hair. She groaned loudly in pain, and swung her hand wildly--crack!--her hand slapped his cock dead-on. Sam immediately bent down and grabbed is dick which stung like a bitch. He snatched a crusty shirt from the basket--it was James's shirt. He used the shirt to wipe his spit-soaked dick dry, his friend's shirt cleaning off his mother's saliva.
Sam stuffed his dick back in his pants and bolted out of the room with no remorse, just a vindictive buzz.
James didn't notice shit, he was still gaming. Sam sat next to him with his mind spinning. That slap woke him up--he'd crossed a line, but fuck it, Olly and his mother started this. He had to know more. Grabbing James's beat-up laptop, he hunted for Olly. After a quick search he found out Olly's social media. The man was married with two daughters and one oldest son. The son looked older than Sam. All of Olly's children were carbon copies of Olly. The daughters had extreme feminine features but had the same face structure and height of Olly, except for the son. Olly's son looked like him but was much taller and looked more of a man than Olly.
Sam stalked the two daughter's social media then the son's but the main attraction was Olly's wife. Clearly a second marriage and stepmother of his kids, Olly's wife was exotic, with creamy skin and long, jet black hair. Sam's dick twitched in his pants. He then opened up a new tab and searched for "HotRod Productions," the name tied to his mom's porn days. James glanced over, snickering.
"Porn in my room? Dude, get laid already."
Sam ignored him, and continued his search. His tech skills kicked in--after a while of deep searching, Sam finally found it. HotRod had changed its name and was now called "NewAge Studio," their office was just outside town. Fuck yes--finally answers, he thought. He grinned, a twisted thrill hitting him.
Sam went home. The rest of the week dragging and stewing between confronting his mother and gathering courage for a trip to NewAge. Finally Friday hit, and he caved.
"James, I need a ride somewhere, outside the city," he said, his voice flat. James, all lanky with enthusiasm, jumped at the opportunity thinking it'd be a bro road trip. They ditched college on Friday, piled into James's rusty old Civic and gunned it out of the city. NewAge Studio was just outside the city's perimeter, a squat gray office building off a dusty highway, no one knew what secrets the building or the name "New Age" held, even Sam didn't have any definite plan but it was better than dragging his blue balls around, frustrated at the sight of women and his mother.
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