My plan was working—every ring making her hotter, pussy gushing thick into my mouth, walls clenching wild around my tongue, juices flooding as the forbidden risk broke her more.

She cried out louder—moaning my name between sobs, body surrendering completely, hips grinding into my face desperate.

The phone kept ringing—sharp and insistent, her son waiting innocent on the other end, probably just checking on his mom during her night shift.

But she was lost—pulling me deeper with hands fisted in my hair, moaning nonstop loud and broken, pussy squirting fresh hot juices into my mouth from the humiliation crashing through her, body betraying every plea, hips bucking wild like she couldn't stop.

I wasn't stopping—eating her harder, tongue thrusting deep and rough, owning her completely, slurping every drop like I was starving, face buried filthy in her thick warmth.

I came up for air—devouring her pussy like a fucking beast, gasping "ahh…" as I wiped my mouth slow with the back of my hand, juices shining thick on my chin, lips, dripping down my neck.

"Pick up the call, baby," I rasped low, fingers sliding into her juicy wet pussy—two thick ones pumping slow and deep, curling to hit her spot, juices leaking nonstop around my hand, coating my wrist. "Let your son hear his mom's moans…"

She locked eyes with me—looking so lewd, face twisted filthy with lust and shame, eyes glassy and desperate, my dick was ready to bust without any hole from how broken she was, throbbing angry just from the sight.

"Please Alex… let it ring… ahhh… I want you in me… Alex please…" she begged, voice wrecked, putting her hand on mine trying to stop my fingers sliding in and out—but not really stopping, just pressing harder like she wanted more than just fingers, body rocking needy.

I grabbed her hand—the one trying to stop my fingers pumping her pussy—and held it firm in mine, bringing her wet fingers to my mouth.

I licked them filthy—tongue swirling slow and messy around each one, sucking deep, using so much saliva that it dripped down her hand, mixing with the thick juices of her own pussy already coating my lips and chin from eating her out.

She moaned soft and shaky—watching me taste her own arousal like it was the sweetest thing, eyes dark with lust and burning shame, body trembling harder like the filth of it pushed her closer to the edge.

"Pick up the call, Heather," I said low and rough, looking straight into her glassy eyes, fingers still sliding slow and deliberate in her pussy—curling to hit her spot, making her clench. "Then I'll fuck you as hard as you want."

"Please Alex… I want you in me right now…" she moaned losing, hips bucking into my hand, pussy clenching greedy.

"No," I growled, pulling my fingers out slow—letting her feel the emptiness. "If you don't pick it up… I'm just gonna fuck the other two girls waiting for me—the ones you stole my dick from. They were begging to get it in their ass, you know?"

"But Alex… it's my son… how can I talk to him like this…" she whispered, shame burning her face deeper red, tears pricking her eyes, voice cracking—but her pussy leaked more, gushing thick juices everywhere, thighs shining slick, bed soaked beneath her, beautiful and filthy from how hot the taboo made her, body betraying every word.

"That's your punishment for being such a hardworking mom, Heather," I said dark, sliding one finger slow into her asshole—stretching the tight ring gentle but firm, preparing for later, feeling it clench needy around me as her body jolted.

"Ahh… Alex… please put it in…" she cried out, body arching violent, shame and need crashing perfect together, hips pushing back for more.

Then suddenly the phone stopped ringing—she looked sideways quick at it, relief flooding her face like she'd escaped the worst nightmare, breath exhaling shaky and long, body relaxing subtle for a second, thinking the danger passed.

"You didn't do what I asked. Get up, Heather. Get dressed. I'm going to my room," I said cold, acting fake like hell I would go away and not fuck this thick shameful mother

She stayed in that position—legs spread wide, pussy exposed and leaking, panicked like she'd lost something precious, eyes wide desperate. I still had her hand in mine—she turned it quick, grabbing me tight like she thought I was really leaving. "Please Alex… don't go… I'll do whatever you say…" she lost completely, voice breaking—she didn't want to lose this dick, who would after years of nothing.

"Oh yeah… what will you do?" I teased low, putting my tongue on her pussy again—slow lick up her clit to make her tremble violent, it was so sensitive now from all the long teasing, body jolting like electricity.

"Anything… Alex…" she cried, tears from shame and overwhelming lust rolling down her cheeks, looking fucking filthy—face twisted, mouth open moaning, thick body shaking.

Then the phone rang again—I smiled dark, knowing what she had to do now.

The screen lit—"Son" calling back, probably worried why his mom didn't pick up first time, innocent son concerned for his hardworking mother.

And his mother was here—lying in front of me with legs spread wide begging me to put my dick in her, fuck her like an animal, like my personal slave, pussy leaking thick and hot from the risk alone, juices running down her crack and pooling on the sheets.

"You'd do anything, huh, Heather?" I growled low, licking her clit in a slow circle—tongue flat and deliberate, feeling it throb under me.

She moaned louder—body arching hard off the bed, tits heaving heavy, back bowing deep as shame flooded her face burning redder, but need stronger, pussy gushing more hot juices into my mouth as the phone rang on, sharp and insistent, her son waiting innocent.

"Ahh… Alex… please don't go…" she begged, losing to me completely, losing to the lust, losing to her body's needs—voice wrecked, hips bucking subtle into my mouth, pussy gushing fresh.

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