Zesai couldn't handle it. Watching Tony fuck his mom in the foyer had fried his brain. He bolted upstairs, dove into bed, and yanked the covers up to his neck, chest heaving. He had to forget her, let her have her time and focus on woman of his age.
After a short while, his door creaked open. Amara slipped in for her usual goodnight kiss.
He squeezed his eyes shut, faking sleep as her soft lips pressed his cheek. Her perfume flooded his nose—sweet, intoxicating—and her hair brushed his skin. His cock stiffened fast, tenting the sheets, pulsing hard like it had a mind of its own as she thought of her naked under her skirt. The fabric stretched tight over the thick ridge, bobbing with every heartbeat.
"Oh my," Amara whispered, staring at the bulge. She thought it's like one of those random night boners her ex husband, used to get. But her eyes lingered, watching it twitch under the sheet, and a wild urge hit her.
Her hand slipped under her skirt, fingers grazing her swollen pussy lips—still wet and messy from Tony's cum. She rubbed slow, feeling the slick heat, her breath catching as Zesai's cock jerked again, like it sensed her.
"God, that's my son," she hissed to herself, snapping out of it. She spun around, legs wobbly, and darted out, slamming his door shut.
Amara stumbled into her bedroom, frustration clawing at her. She fell back onto the bed, yanking her skirt up to her waist. Her crotch was a mess. Tony's thick cum oozed from her stretched hole, mixing with her own juice, streaking her thighs and soaking her nylons. She spread her legs wide, heels digging into the mattress, and slid both hands down. Her fingers dipped into the sloppy mess, scooping up the warm cum, smearing it over her swollen clit.
"Oh yes," she whispered, rubbing slow circles around the nub. It throbbed under her touch, slick and sensitive, sending jolts up her spine.
She moaned soft, dipping her fingers back into her hole, two at first, then three, pushing Tony's cum deeper as she fucked herself. The wet squelch filled the room, her pussy gripping her fingers, dripping onto the sheets.
Her other hand joined in, spreading her lips wide, exposing her clit fully. She pinched it light, rolling it between her fingers, then flicked it fast.
"Mmm, fuck," she gasped, hips bucking up. Her thighs trembled, juice trickling down to her ass, pooling under her. She scooped more cum from her hole, thick and sticky, and slathered it over her clit again, rubbing harder now, her breath ragged.
"Oh yes, oh yes," she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut as a fantasy took hold. She pictured a lover kneeling between her legs, tall, strong, his mouth buried in her crotch. His tongue lapped at her dripping pussy, long strokes from her hole to her clit, sucking the mess of cum and juice into his mouth.
She imagined his lips closing around her nub, sucking hard, teeth grazing it just right. Her fingers mimicked him, circling faster, dipping in and out, her hips rocking to the rhythm.
"Eat me," she moaned quietly, lost in it. In her head, he pulled back, his cock huge, long and fat, veins bulging. He rubbed the head against her lips, teasing her, then slid in slow, stretching her wide.
She shoved her fingers deeper, matching his thrusts in her mind, feeling her walls pulse around them. "Fuck me, oh God," she gasped, her free hand sliding up to pinch her nipple through her blouse, twisting it hard.
She pictured him pumping steady, deep, his shaft dragging along her insides, hitting every spot Tony never could. Her fingers sped up, plunging in and out, cum and juice squishing loud, her clit throbbing under her thumb.
"Yes, harder," she panted, hips lifting off the bed. She imagined him making her cum once, twice her pussy clenching, gushing over his cock. Then he exploded, flooding her with a hot, thick load, spilling out around him, dripping down her thighs.
"Oh fuck," she groaned, rubbing her clit frantic now. In her fantasy, he slid down again, mouth back on her, licking her sore pussy clean. His tongue swirled slow, soothing the ache, sucking up every drop.
She grabbed his head in her mind, tilting his face up and froze.
It was Zesai's face, his eyes locked on hers from between her legs. "Oh my, oh my God," she choked out, her fingers slamming into her clit as the realization hit. "Ohhhhhh!" Her thighs snapped shut, trapping her hands, hips bucking wild as chills raced through her.
"Uh… uh… ohhhh," she moaned, her pussy pulsing hard, juice squirting onto her fingers in a messy, shaking climax.
When her body stilled, shame slammed into her. Amara rolled over, burying her face in the pillow, sobbing loud. "What the hell's wrong with me?" she cried, voice muffled, tears soaking the fabric.
Outside her door, Zesai crouched, eye glued to the keyhole. He'd crept after her, drawn by her moans, and now he watched, her skirt hiked up, legs spread, fingers buried in her dripping pussy.
In his mind, her lips were wrapped around his swollen cock, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling the tip. Her hand cupped his balls, squeezing as she bobbed her head, taking him to the back of her throat.
"Shit, Mom," he muttered, stroking himself fast with a pair of her silky panties. Her gasps and wet sounds pushed him over, his cock throbbed, and he shot his load of the night into the fabric, thick spurts soaking it through. He bit his lip hard, stifling a groan, legs shaking as he slumped against the wall.