"Hey, come up here and sit with me," Amara called from the couch, rattling a big bowl of popcorn in her hands, "I've got the snacks covered."
Zesai flicked his eyes over to her, sprawled out in those thin, silky pajamas that clung to her curves. His dick twitched hard in his sweatpants, already half-stiff just from her voice. "Yeah, uh, cool," he muttered, brain scrambling for a plan.
No way was he standing up with that bulge screaming for attention. Then he spotted it. A blanket slung over the arm of the chair next to him. Perfect. He grabbed it, yanked it over his lap like a lifeline, and shuffled over to the couch, plopping down beside her.
"Aw, you're a lifesaver," she said, reaching over to help him spread the blanket across their legs. Her fingers brushed his thigh as she tugged it into place, and he swore his cock jumped. "It's fuckin' freezing in here, huh? Should've thrown on more than these pajama, but they feel so good against my skin." She ran a hand down her leg, the silk catching the light, showing off the soft swell of her hips.
Zesai swallowed, forcing a smirk. "No big deal. You ready for some action fuck shit?"
She let out a little huff, sinking back into the cushions. "Yeah, let's get it over with."
The TV flickered to life, some old-school action flick starting up. They sat there, quiet, the only sound the crunch of popcorn and the occasional explosion on screen.
Amara had a bottle of wine parked on the coffee table, and she kept reaching for it, sipping slow at first, then gulping. Half the bottle was gone before long, and her cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy. She swayed a bit, then leaned into Zesai, her shoulder pressing into his chest. "You cool if I cuddle up?" she asked, voice soft and slurry.
He slid an arm around her, pulling her tight against him. Her warmth seeped through his shirt, and his cock throbbed under the blanket. "Anytime you want, Mom," he said, keeping it casual, but his blood was warming up, specially around lower region.
She tilted her head up, smiling all sweet, "You're too good to me, you know that?" Then she stretched up, her body shifting so her breast brushed his arm, and planted a wet, lingering kiss on his cheek. Her lips were soft, a little sticky from the wine, and they left a damp spot that burned against his skin.
Zesai's face went up in flames. Her breast was still pressed against him, the curve of it heavy and warm through the silk, and his dick was rock-hard now, straining against his sweats. He shifted his hips, trying to hide it under the blanket, and stared at the screen like it could save him.
When the movie ended, he peeled himself off the couch, grabbing the next disc. "This one's more your vibe," he said, popping it into the player. He dropped back down, tugging her back into his side, her head nestling against his shoulder like it belonged there.
The screen lit up, but instead of the usual title, it cut straight to a blonde woman lounging on a couch. She was in skimpy, damn-near-see-through dress, breas spilling out, nipples poking through the fabric, legs spread just enough to tease. Zesai's brows furrowed. Amara cocked her head, wine bottle still in her grip.
"I'm making this special for my man Heman, the guy behind the camera," the blonde purred, licking her lips and staring right into the lens.
Amara sat up, sloshing a little wine on the blanket. "Wait, what's this movie supposed to be?"
Zesai scratched his neck, thrown off. "Uh, Sleepless in… somethin? I think."
"That ain't—" Amara started, then leaned forward, squinting at the screen like she could figure it out.
Two dudes sauntered into the shot, all casual, and parked themselves on either side of the blonde. She smirked, tossing her hair. Amara's jaw dropped. "Holy shit, I know her. "
Before Zesai could say a word, one guy grabbed the blonde's face and kissed her hard, his tongue diving in. His hand slid up her chest, squeezing her breast, thumb flicking over her nipple through the fabric. The other guy didn't waste time, his fingers dipped between her thighs, rubbing her pussy slow and firm, the thin material bunching up under his hand.
Amara sucked in a breath, "This is a mix-up." Her voice trembled, piecing it together, some horny bastard must've shoved this tape back in the wrong box and dumped it at the store.
Zesai bolted upright. "Shit, Mom, I didn't mean—"
"Hold up," she cut him off, her hand clamping onto his arm. "Let's just… watch for a sec." Her eyes were wide, wine buzzing through her, drowning out the part of her brain screaming to stop.
They sat there, glued to the screen. The first guy peeled the blonde's top down, her breast bouncing free, full and pale, nipples hard as pebbles. Both dudes leaned in, mouths latching onto her. One sucked her left nipple, lips smacking wetly, while the other tongued the right, pulling it between his teeth. She moaned, loud, head tipping back.
Amara's grip on the blanket tightened, knuckles white. "Jesus Christ, it's a porno, and her husband's holding the camera," she muttered, like she couldn't believe it but couldn't look away either.
It didn't take long for things to ger escalate. The blonde's outfit hit the floor, then the guys' clothes followed, pants unzipped, shirts yanked off, cocks springing out, thick and ready.
She dropped to her knees, ass up, breast swaying. She grabbed one guy's dick, stroking it slow, then wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking him in deep. Her cheeks hollowed out, spit shining on her chin as she pulled off and switched to the other cock, slurping it down like she was starving.
Amara's chest heaved, her heart slamming against her ribs. Her pussy was soaked, the silk of her pajamas sticking to her thighs, but she didn't feel it yet, her eyes were locked on the screen, drinking it all in. Zesai sat beside her, dick pulsing under the blanket, watching the same show.
The blonde popped both cocks out of her mouth, holding them close to her face. "Look, baby," she cooed at the camera, "Don't these cocks look so fucking tasty?" She grinned wide, then stretched her lips around both at once, stuffing her mouth full. Her tongue flicked out, sloppy and wet, drool dripping down her chin.
"Oh fuck," Amara breathed, barely audible. Her pussy clenched, heat pooling low, the wet spot on her pajama's spreading fast.
Zesai snuck a look at her. Her eyes were glued to the TV, pupils blown, no sign of telling him to stop it. His cock ached, begging for relief, but he just shrugged and sank back, letting the scene play out.
"Now, sweetie," the blonde said, pulling back with a wet pop, "You wanna see me get fucked by two cocks at once, one in my mouth, one in my pussy?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She shifted onto her hands and knees, ass high, breast dangling. The guy behind her lined up, rubbing his cock against her slick pussy lips before sliding in slow, inch by inch, stretching her wide. She groaned, low and guttural. The other guy stepped up, fisting his dick, and fed it back into her mouth. Her lips stretched around it, sucking hard as he rocked his hips.
Amara's breath hitched, coming out in short, shaky bursts. Zesai watched her from the corner of his eye, waiting for the word to stop, but she was transfixed, cheeks flushed, lips parted. His own hand twitched under the blanket, brushing his cock, decide to move his hand around his cock as he watched it.
After a while, Amara blinked, snapping out of it. She turned to him. "Zesai, we should—" Her words died. She caught him, his hand under the blanket, stroking himself slow and steady, the outline of his hard dick clear as day.
Amara's mouth fell open, but nothing came out. She whipped her head back to the screen just as the guy in front pulled out, jerking his cock fast. Cum shot out, thick ropes splattering across the blonde's face, her nose, her cheeks, her lips.
"Ohhh, fuck," Amara moaned, her pussy throbbing as she watched.
The blonde turned to the camera, cum dripping down her chin, pooling on her breast. "Do I look hot, baby? You like seeing another dude's cum all over me? Oh fuck, Eto is cumming in my pussy now!" Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth slack as the guy behind her groaned, hips jerking, unloading deep inside her.