Mom's Intervention
By Klrxo
Amy set down the groceries and paused, listening intently. The unmistakable sounds of passionate moans and rhythmic thumping carried down the hallway from Max's bedroom. Her face flushed as she realized what her teenage son must be doing in there.
She knew she should give him privacy, but Amy's curiosity got the better of her. The blonde-haired mother crept down the hall, her heart racing. Max's door was slightly ajar so biting her lip, Amy cautiously peeked through the crack.
Her eyes widened as she took in the shocking scene. Max lay naked on his bed, his muscular young body glistening with sweat. A VR headset covered his eyes but it was clear what he was looking at from the lewd sounds of women's moans emanating from it.
Her son's hand was a blur as it pumped furiously up and down his rigid cock. It was bigger and thicker than Amy had imagined, just a tad over 9 inches. The swollen head jutted like a wet, purple mushroom, slick with pre-cum. His other hand fondled his heavy balls as they tightened, drawing up close to his body. He was clearly getting close to orgasm.
Just then, Amy heard a sultry female voice from Max's VR headset moan "Ohh yeah baby, does Mommy's pussy feel good?" Amy's heart nearly stopped as she realized Max must be watching incest-themed MILF porn as he touched himself.
At that moment, her boy let out a deep guttural groan. His back arched off the bed as his cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of pearly white cum straight up into the air. Jet after jet of the hot sticky fluid splattered onto his tensed six-pack abs and heaving chest.
Amy's busty body reacted in a way she hadn't expected. She felt a sudden gush of wetness between her legs as her pussy clenched and spasmed with arousal. The muscles of her vaginal walls contracted rhythmically, as if trying to milk an imaginary cock. Slick juices flowed from her, soaking through her panties and running down her inner thighs.
Her heavy, milk-laden breasts ached with need, the nipples hardening into stiff, rubbery peaks that strained against the fabric of her bra. Tingling shocks of pleasure radiated from her swollen, throbbing teats straight to her pulsing clit. Drops of warm breastmilk began to leak, dampening her shirt.
The sight of her son's virile young body, his impressive boy-cock erupting with seed, sent jolts of forbidden lust through Amy's very core. Her womb clenched as if trying to pull sperm deep inside to impregnate her. The mouth of her cervix kissed open and closed, practically puckering with the instinctive urge to suck her son's cock deep inside her hungry body.
Amy's hand slipped into her soaked panties, fingers gliding through the slickness to find her painfully erect clit. As she rubbed the swollen bud, her pussy made obscene wet sounds, gushing and squelching with her taboo arousal. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from moaning and giving herself away, unable to look away from the obscene display of her son's impressive ejaculation. Max's dick continued to twitch and pulse in his stroking fist, milking out every last drop of his copious teenage load.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, her son went limp against the mattress, his softening member slipping from his fingers to lay on his thigh, still dripping semen.
Amy carefully backed away from the door, her mind reeling and panties dampened from the forbidden scene she'd just witnessed. Flustered, she
hurried back to the kitchen, trying to process these confusing new feelings about her son and what she'd seen him doing.
The next day, Amy met up with her lifelong best friend Greta for their usual morning coffee date. The two women settled onto the couch, each cradling their nursing newborns to their oversized racks.
As Amy watched Greta's little girl suckle hungrily at her giant, milk-swollen tit, she sighed heavily. "I just don't know what to do about Max," she confessed. "I caught him yesterday jacking off to MILF porn. Stuff with mothers and sons. He's clearly obsessed."
Greta nodded sympathetically, gazing down at her own infant as he fed greedily, milk dribbling down his chin from her enormous nipple. "I'm worried about Chad too," she admitted. "He's been so secretive lately, always alone in his room. And I found a flash drive labeled 'Hot MILFs' under his bed last week."
"Do you think it's just normal teenage boy stuff? Or something more concerning?" Amy wondered aloud as she shifted her baby to her other engorged breast. Her huge, veiny tit jiggled with the movement, almost overflowing her nursing bra.
"I don't know," Greta sighed, cupping her free hand under her massive boob as if to support its heavy weight. "I mean, I get that they're curious about sex and attracted to older women. We probably represent a 'safe' fantasy for them in some Freudian way. But this obsession with mother-son incest porn... it just feels unhealthy, you know?"
Amy nodded, her expression creased with concern. She stroked her baby's downy head as he suckled contentedly, his rosebud lips tugging rhythmically at her fat, leaking nipple. "If I tell you something, will you promise not to think I'm horrible?"
"Ames, stop," Greta answered, using her friend's nickname. "I would never think your horrible. We're practically sisters for crying out loud."
"I feel so guilty for spying on Max like that," she said quietly. "But seeing him stroke that big, hard cock while he listened to a woman pretending to be his mom...God help me Greta, it turned me on. What kind of mother does that make me?"
Greta reached over to squeeze Amy's thigh reassuringly, her blue eyes full of understanding. "You're not alone, honey. Sometimes when I picture what Chad must be doing in his room, thinking about me while pulling on that hard teenage flesh, I get all hot and bothered too. We're sexual beings, even if we are mothers. It's natural to feel a bit confused."
The two MILFs sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, the only sounds the gentle suckling of their babies nursing at their bountiful breasts. Finally, Greta spoke again.
"I suppose all we can do is be there for the boys," she said resignedly. "Keep the lines of communication open, try not to shame them for their desires. Maybe this is just a phase they need to work through."
Amy bit her plump lower lip, looking troubled. "I don't know. I'm worried that if we don't do something, the boys might become porn addicts. You know how impressionable teenage minds are. What if they start needing harder and harder content to get off?"
Greta frowned, absently adjusting her nursing bra as the baby detached from her nipple with a soft pop. "You're right, that's a real concern. But what can we do? Ban them from the internet and make things worse?"
"No, I have another idea," Amy said slowly. "What if... what if we started dressing and acting more like the women in those MILF videos they're so obsessed with? Give them an outlet for their fantasies that's a little more healthy and reality-based."
Greta's eyes widened. "You mean, like, seducing our own sons? Amy, we can't!"
"No, no, nothing that extreme!" Amy said hurriedly. "I just meant, you know, wearing sexier clothes around the house. Making more innuendos. Touching them 'accidentally'. Letting them see us in compromising situations. Enough to be a tease and keep them hooked."
Greta thought about it, her pussy giving a traitorous throb at the idea of enticing Chad. "I guess that could work," she said hesitantly. "If we give them little peeks and thrills, it might be enough to draw them away from the really hardcore stuff online."
"Exactly!" Amy looked excited now. "We can even pretend to get stuck in the washing machine or something, let them ogle our asses. The MILF porn tropes are so predictable."
Greta giggled, starting to warm to the naughty plan. "Okay, let's do it. For the boys' sakes. We'll be like their personal MILF pornstars."
The next afternoon, Greta came over to Amy's house so they could enact their plan. They changed into the skimpiest outfits they owned - Amy in a strappy tank top that barely contained her huge tits and a miniscule denim skirt, Greta in skintight yoga pants that molded to her amazing ass and a flimsy crop top that exposed her midriff.
They stood side by side in front of Amy's full-length mirror, critically examining their reflections. Greta turned to the side and arched her back, making the half-globes of her buttocks strain against the thin fabric of her yoga pants. The pants had ridden up into the cleft of her ass, exposing the rounded underswell of each full cheek.
"How's this?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at Amy. "Think it'll get Chad's attention?"
"Definitely," Amy breathed, eyeing her friend's jutting bubble butt enviously, even though she had one that was equally round and juicy. She cupped her own heavy breasts, barely restrained by the flimsy tank top. Her deep cleavage swelled over the low neckline as she bounced
lightly on her heels, making the giant orbs jiggle enticingly. "But are you sure my tits look okay? I feel like they're about to spill out any second."
"That's the point, honey," Greta reassured her, moving behind Amy and reaching around to boldly squeeze her massive boobs. Amy gasped as Greta hefted the weighty melons appraisingly, the brunette's fingers sinking into the pliant titflesh. "You wanna keep Max on the edge, constantly worried about a nip slip. He won't be able to look away."
Greta released Amy's tits with a parting jiggle, stepping back to appraise the overall effect in the mirror. Both women's nipples poked visibly through their tops, the jutting peaks impossible to ignore.
Amy had foregone panties under her minuscule skirt, and she fretted that her cleanly waxed pussy might be peeking out. She tugged the hem down, but that only served to further accentuate the lush curves of her wide hips and thick thighs.
Satisfied with their appearances, the MILF besties shared a conspiratorial smile. Greta pulled a tube of reddest red lipstick from her make-up kit and uncapped it. She leaned forward over the vanity, pursing her full lips into a sexy pout as she slowly, sensuously applied the glossy color.
The phallic shape of the lipstick tube sliding in and out between Greta's plump, glistening lips gave Amy all sorts of naughty ideas. She imagined her friend wrapping those bee-stung lips around Max's swollen purple cockhead, slurping and gurgling as she struggled to deep throat his huge shaft.
Shaking off the forbidden fantasy, Amy turned her attention to her own primping. She misted her neck and cleavage with a light body spray, the scent fresh and subtly floral. Grabbing a paddle brush, she bent at the waist, deliberately giving Greta an eyeful of her naked, dangling tits as she brushed out her long blonde hair until it crackled with static electricity.
Amy and Greta slipped their dainty feet into strappy high-heeled mules, their perfectly polished toenails gleaming against the patent leather. The shoes arched their heels sharply, forcing them to balance on the balls of their feet, toes pointed like ballerinas en pointe. Their calf muscles flexed with feminine power as they teetered for a moment before finding equilibrium.
Greta took a few experimental steps, her hips swaying seductively with each stride. The vertical jut of her rear was even more pronounced in the high heels. "God, I feel like a total vixen in these shoes," she purred, doing a little spin. "I bet Chad won't be able to take his eyes off Mommy's ass today."
Amy nodded, adjusting her humongous breasts so they sat high and proud on her chest, the tight tank top molding to their rounded contours. "Same with Max and my tits," she agreed. "I'm amazed I don't have a wardrobe malfunction every time I move."
When Max and Chad got home from school, the two MILFs were ready. They greeted the surprised boys with exaggerated hugs, pressing their big squishy breasts against the teens' muscular chests.
"How was school today, boys?" Amy asked brightly, bending over provocatively to set out snacks on the coffee table, her tank top gaping to reveal the curve of her heavy tits.
"Uh, fine Mom," Max mumbled, his eyes glued to her cavernous cleavage. He exchanged a disbelieving glance with Chad, who was staring at his own mother's juicy spandex-clad ass.
Greta dropped her phone on purpose and slowly bent over to retrieve it, giving the teens a perfect view of her plump cheeks and cameltoe. "Oops! Clumsy me. What are you boys up to this afternoon?"
"We were gonna play some Warzone," Chad said distractedly, adjusting himself as his cock started to swell.
"Sounds fun! Maybe we can join and you can show us how to play... I bet you're both so good with your fast reflexes and clever fingers," Amy purred, winking suggestively at Max.
"Um, I dunno if you'd like it, Mom, it's pretty violent," Max hedged, swallowing hard. The crotch of his jeans was visibly tented now.
"Oh I don't mind getting a little rough," Amy said silkily, trailing a finger down his chest. "But if you boys would rather play alone, maybe Greta and I will just hang out here and chat while we do some yoga. You don't mind if we stretch and bend in all sorts of positions right in front of you, do you?"
The teens practically tripped over each other's words assuring their moms that was fine, their eyes glazing over slightly as they pictured it. Amy and Greta shared a subtle high five as they settled onto the couch, satisfied their plan was working perfectly so far.
As the boys started up their game, the two mothers slipped off their heels and began doing yoga poses deliberately chosen to show off their assets. They arched their backs in cat/cow, sticking out their huge asses. They spread their legs obscenely wide in happy baby pose, displaying their flexibility. They laid on their stomachs and propped themselves up on their elbows for sphinx pose, their heavy tits threatening to spill out of their skimpy tops.
Amy's voluptuous post-pregnancy figure was on full display in her skimpy outfit. Her breasts had swollen to an impressive double-K cup- size, full and heavy with milk for her newborn. They strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, the outrageously deep cleavage threatening to spill out with every breath. Her nipples poked through the material, large and erect from the constant stimulation of breastfeeding.
Below her massive rack, Amy's belly was still soft and slightly rounded, not yet fully deflated from carrying her child. But the extra weight looked good on her, giving her a lush, fertility-goddess vibe. Her wide hips flared
out from her nipped-in waist, and her thick thighs pressed together as she held the sphinx pose, making her juicy ass look even more substantial in the too-tight denim micro-mini.
As Amy shifted position, her skirt rode up dangerously high, revealing the lower curves of her plump cheeks. Max forced himself to focus on the video game, but his eyes kept darting to his mother's incredible body, so lewd and tempting in her skimpy clothes. He could hardly believe this was the same woman who had tucked him in at night and packed his lunches, now shamelessly flaunting her sexy assets like a pornstar MILF.
Amy glanced over and caught her son staring at her wobbling chest, his gaze riveted to her deep cleavage. She felt a rush of heat between her thighs at his blatant ogling, her pussy growing wet and needy. It was so wrong to want her own son this way, but she couldn't deny how much his lustful stares turned her on.
Holding eye contact with Max, Amy slowly and deliberately arched her back, thrusting out her huge milk-swollen tits even more. She let out a soft moan, as if the stretch just felt sooo good. Max's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he licked his lips, his cock visibly throbbing in his jeans.
Beside her, Greta was putting on a similar show for Chad, rolling her hips sensually as she moved through the yoga poses. Her booty shorts had gotten wedged between her plump cheeks, giving her a major whale tail, and the teen boy was transfixed by the lewd sight.
"Mmmm, it's so hot in here," Greta purred, fanning herself theatrically. "I'm all sweaty from this workout." With that, she stripped off her little crop top altogether, revealing a lacy red bra that barely contained her giant heaving tits.
Chad made a strangled sound, his controller forgotten in his hands as he gawked at his scantily-clad mother. His cock was tenting his shorts obscenely, looking painfully hard.
The teen's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother's breasts straining against the flimsy lace of her bra. He could clearly make out the wide brown circles of her areolas and the jutting points of her thick nipples through the semi-sheer red fabric. It was the most erotic thing the virginal teen had ever seen in real life.
"I...uh...I gotta hit the bathroom!" Chad stammered, leaping up from the couch. He held his hands awkwardly in front of the massive bulge in his shorts as he practically sprinted out of the room.
Amy shot Greta a meaningful look as they heard the bathroom door slam. "Sounds like someone needs to relieve a little...tension," she murmured. "What about you, Max? You seem a bit distracted too. Maybe you should take a little personal time in your room, hmm?"
Max swallowed hard, his eyes flicking guiltily from his mom's deep cleavage to the obscene cameltoe clearly visible in Greta's tight shorts. "Uh, yeah, I guess I should...go study or something," he mumbled, getting up and holding his history textbook strategically in front of his crotch as he fled.
As soon as the boys were out of earshot, Amy and Greta dissolved into giggles. "Oh my God, did you see the SIZE of those boners?" Amy gasped. "I thought Max's cock was going to bust right through his zipper!"
"I know!" Greta squealed. "Chad looked like he was about to nut in his pants when he saw my nips through this bra."
Amy and Greta exchanged an exuberant high-five, their gigantic tits jiggling with the motion. They grinned at each other triumphantly, thrilled that their plan to distract their sons from online MILF porn seemed to be working so far.
"We make a pretty damn good pornstar duo!" Amy said smugly. "Did you see how fast they ran out of here to go jerk off? I bet they'll be thinking about our hot mom bods the whole time they're beating their meat."
"Totally," Greta agreed, adjusting her bra to make her cleavage even more pronounced. "It's like we're their personal spank bank material now. I could practically smell how horny they were!"
The next day while the boys were at school, Amy invited Greta over for coffee and to put the next phase of their plan into action. They were both eager to see what kind of MILF porn had their sons so obsessed.
"I feel a little guilty snooping like this," Amy admitted as she retrieved Max's VR headset from his room. "But I just have to know what he's been watching that's got him so hot and bothered."
"Same," Greta agreed, holding up Chad's headset. "I figure if we're gonna keep teasing them with our hot mom bods, we should know exactly what turns them on so much."
They settled onto the couch and slipped on the VR goggles, giggling nervously. Amy navigated to Max's recent videos with trembling fingers. "Okay, here goes..."
The first video loaded, showing a busty redheaded MILF in a skintight white blouse. Her huge tits strained against the buttons, looking like they might pop open any second. She wore a tiny plaid miniskirt and sheer thigh-high stockings with garters peeking out.
"Well, we know he likes redheads with big titties," Greta snickered. Just then, the MILF in the video bent over, flashing her bare pussy and ass under the micro skirt. She wasn't wearing panties!
Amy felt her face flush. No wonder Max was jerking off so much if this was his visual stimulation. She clicked on the next video.
This time, a stacked brunette MILF strutted on screen wearing only an apron that barely covered her shaved snatch and enormous boobs.
"Looks like someone's been a naughty boy," the MILF cooed, fondling her huge breasts. "Mommy's going to have to punish you..."
Amy squirmed on the couch, her pussy growing damp as she imagined saying those words to Max, seeing the huge tent in his pants... She shook her head. Focus, Amy! This is research, not fantasy fodder.
Meanwhile, Greta was blushing furiously as she scanned through Chad's favorite videos. The MILFs all had a similar look - ridiculously large tits barely contained in too-small bras and lingerie, round juicy asses poured into thongs and G-strings, stockings and garters, towering stripper heels.
And they were all acting so slutty and sex-crazed, begging their "sons" to fuck them with their big cocks. Greta felt an illicit shiver of arousal as she pictured herself in one of those obscene getups, seducing Chad.
"We're gonna need to do some serious shopping I think," Amy declared, pulling off the VR goggles. Her nipples poked visibly through her thin t-shirt, aroused by the raunchy scenes.
Amy and Greta arranged for Amy's sister Lisa to babysit their infants for the afternoon so they could go on a secret shopping trip. Lisa arrived and cooed over the adorable babies, cuddling them to her own ample bosom.
"You two deserve some time to yourselves," Lisa said, winking. "I know how exhausting new motherhood can be. Go have fun! And maybe buy yourselves something nice while you're at it. You both have such killer bods, you should show them off!"
Amy and Greta exchanged a conspiratorial glance, trying not to giggle. If Lisa only knew what kind of "something nice" they planned to purchase! The two MILFs thanked her profusely and hurried out to Greta's SUV before Lisa could ask any more questions.
Giggling like naughty schoolgirls, the busty mothers drove to a strip mall on the other side of town, not wanting to risk running into anyone they
knew. They made a beeline for a trashy-looking store with mannequins in the window modeling crotchless panties and cupless bras.
"This place definitely looks like it'll have what we need to live out those MILF porn fantasies," Greta said with a laugh as they entered the sex shop. Raunchy club music pulsed and the walls were lined with every manner of kinky costume and stripper wear.
For the next hour, they pored over the racks of slutty lingerie and skimpy outfits, holding up possibilities and debating what their sons might like best based on the VR porn they'd snooped on.
"I think Max would lose his mind if he saw me in this little number," Amy said, dangling a hanger with a sheer red babydoll that would barely cover her colossal boobs and came with crotchless lace panties.
"Girl, he'd bust the biggest nut! Speaking of busting out..." Greta held up a "virgin killer" sweater that was more like a cropped tank top with a neckline that plunged to the navel. "I don't think my areolas would even be covered in this thing!"
"That's the point! We've gotta let the nips breathe," Amy joked, adding it to her haul, along with some thigh-high stockings and a garter belt.
Greta grabbed a few crop tops that looked more like slingshot bikinis, a latex micro mini, and some "yoga pants" that were basically just see-through tights. "If these don't make Chad pitch a tent pole in his pants, nothing will!"
By the time they finished shopping, both MILFs had spent way too much money on a provocative porn star wardrobe. But picturing their sons' slack-jawed, bug-eyed expressions when they modeled the raunchy getups made it all seem worth it.
That afternoon, Max and Chad arrived home from school, laughing and jostling each other as they burst through the front door. "Mom?" Max called out. "We're home!"
There was no answer. Puzzled, the boys wandered through the quiet house looking for their mothers. As they neared the back door to the pool area, they heard the sound of feminine laughter.
Chad pushed open the door and both teens froze, their jaws dropping at the sight before them. Amy and Greta were laying out on pool loungers, sunbathing in the skimpiest bikinis the boys had ever seen.
Amy's suit was a slingshot style, basically three tiny triangles held together by dental floss. The top barely covered her enormous nipples, the weight of her huge tits stretching out the fabric so it was nearly sheer. The bottoms were equally miniscule, disappearing between the globes of her juicy ass.
Greta's bikini wasn't much better. The top was more like a shelf for her massive rack, pushing her boobs up and together into a deep, mouth-watering valley of cleavage. Her bottoms were so low-cut in front that they showed off her pubic mound.
"There you boys are!" Amy called, lifting her sunglasses to wink at their stunned faces. "How was school?"
"Uh...um...it was...uh..." Max stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from his mother's enormous exposed tits.
Max and Chad both felt their cocks spring to immediate painful hardness at the shocking sight of their mothers' practically nude bodies. Mortified by their own instant reaction, they stammered out excuses about homework and bolted into the house.
The two teens fled to Max's bedroom, slamming the door shut and leaning against it, breathing hard. Chad adjusted himself, trying to will down his huge erection. "Dude, what the fuck was that?!" he hissed. "I've never seen my mom dressed like such a slut!"
"I know," Max groaned, palming his own throbbing cock through his jeans. "Did you see my mom's tits in that bikini top? They were like, falling out!"
Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. The boys jumped. "Max? Chad? Is everything okay?" came Amy's concerned voice.
"Y-yeah mom, we're fine!" Max called back, his voice strangled.
"Can we come in? You both rushed off so suddenly..." Greta added.
The boys exchanged panicked glances. "Uh, just a sec!" Chad stalled. They quickly grabbed Xbox controllers and jumped on the bed, holding the controllers over their crotches to hide their boners.
"Okay, come in," Max said weakly.
The door opened and Amy and Greta stepped inside, still wearing their obscene bikinis. Max felt light-headed as all the blood rushed to his cock at the sight. The bikinis looked even smaller up close, barely covering their nipples and slits.
Amy and Greta sauntered into the room, their colossal tits swaying and jiggling with each step in the barely-there bikini tops. The flimsy triangles of fabric were straining to contain their massive, milk-heavy udders, stretched to the limit and nearly transparent from the sheer size and weight of their breasts.
Greta's huge boobs wobbled up and down as she walked, the skimpy top doing nothing to restrain their movement. Her plump nipples poked visibly through the thin fabric, looking like they might pop out any second. The cups were so small that the soft, pillowy flesh of the tops and sides of her breasts spilled out obscenely.
Amy's enormous jugs bounced and quivered, defying gravity in the dental floss slingshot bikini. The spaghetti straps dug into her shoulders, clearly not designed to support such a heavy load. Her areolas were
clearly visible through the sheer fabric, wide and brown against her pale skin. The boys couldn't help but notice a few drops of milk leaking through, dampening the bikini.
"What are you two up to?" Amy asked innocently as they neared.
"Just p-playing some Warzone," Chad stammered, determinedly looking at the TV and not his mother's enormous cleavage.
"Mind if we join you?" Greta asked with faux innocence. Without waiting for an answer, she sprawled out on her stomach next to Chad, her huge tits pillowing on the mattress. Her son made a choking sound.
Not to be outdone, Amy laid back on the bed next to Max and stretched languorously, arching her back. Her bikini top slid to the side, revealing one puffy pink nipple. Max forgot how to breathe.
"Oops!" Amy giggled, adjusting her top without actually fixing it. "This bikini is so small, I'm practically falling out of it. I hope you don't mind, sweetie."
Max shook his head dumbly, unable to look away from his mother's exposed nipple. He could see a bead of moisture glistening on the tip. Was that... breast milk? His cock jerked in his pants.
Beside him, Chad was in a similar state of paralyzed arousal. Greta had shifted so that her bulbous ass was pointing right at his face, the flimsy bikini bottoms disappearing between her cheeks. He could see the wet spot darkening the crotch. The urge to bury his face in her pussy was overwhelming.
The two teens tried valiantly to focus on their video game, but it was impossible with their scantily clad mothers right there, all soft skin and dangerous curves, the musky scent of their arousal filling the room.
Amy and Greta continued lounging provocatively on the bed, giggling and chatting as if they were all alone, not caring that their sons were right there gawking at their nearly nude bodies.
"Ugh, I'm still so jiggly after having the baby," Amy complained, cupping her huge tits and jiggling them. "But I guess that's what happens when these things inflate to the size of watermelons!"
"Tell me about it," Greta commiserated, running her hands over her soft, rounded belly. "I've still got this little pooch that won't go away. But our asses have never looked better!" She reached back and smacked her own rump, making the plump cheeks jiggle.
"That's for sure! Pregnancy gave me some serious meat back there. I'm like a Kardashian now," Amy laughed. "What do you think, boys? You like mommy's big new booty?"
She rolled onto her stomach and arched her back, thrusting her bodacious rear in the air. The tiny slingshot bikini bottoms vanished into the crack of her ass, giving Max and Chad an eyeful of her plump, nearly bare cheeks.
Greta copied the pose, her own thong riding up between her juicy buns. "Mmm, this position feels sooo good on my lower back. Carrying around these giant titties really puts a strain on it."
The two MILFs laid there, asses in the air, swaying their hips slightly as if humping the mattress. Max and Chad gripped their controllers white-knuckled, not daring to speak lest their voices crack like pubescent boys.
"You know what else feels amazing?" Amy purred sultrily, flipping onto her back again. "Rubbing my sore, swollen feet after being on them all day." With that, she extended one shapely leg and planted her foot directly on Max's chest.
Max inhaled sharply as his mom wiggled her painted toes against his pecs. Her smooth sole slid up to his collarbone, then along the side of his neck. He shivered as her big toe traced his jawline.
The made eye contact for a moment, and his mom gave him a sweet little smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Greta followed suit, extending her sexy leg and rubbing her dainty foot over his chest and abs. She lightly scratched her toenails down his stomach, stopping just short of the straining bulge in his shorts.
"You boys are so tense," Greta cooed, continuing to caress Chad with her foot. "Doesn't this feel good? Mommy just wants to help you relax..."
Amy nodded, now trailing her toes up and down Max's arm, making his skin pebble with goosebumps. "We've been so busy taking care of the babies, we've neglected our special time with you. Let mommies make it up to you..."
She stretched her other foot into Max's lap and brushed over the rock hard ridge of his erection. Max bit back a groan, his hips involuntarily pushing up into the pressure.
Greta went even further, boldly cupping the bulge of Chad's cock with her sole and giving it a squeeze. Chad's whole body jerked as if electrified and a damp spot appeared on his shorts where pre-cum leaked out.
"My my, what's this?" Greta asked with faux innocence, rubbing her foot up and down the teen's shaft. "Is that a Popsicle in your pocket or are you just happy to see mommy?"
"Holy shit mom!" Chad yelped as his mother fondled his stiff prick with her toes. "W-what are you doing?!"
Max spoke up too, his voice strained. "Yeah, seriously, what's going on with you two? You never used to dress like this or act so..." He trailed off, gesturing at their skimpy bikinis and provocative poses.
Amy and Greta exchanged a guilty glance, realizing they may have taken things a bit too far. They sat up on the bed, adjusting their scanty swimsuits to cover themselves slightly better.
"You're right, boys, we have some explaining to do," Amy began. "The truth is, we know you've been watching a lot of...explicit content online. MILF porn, to be specific."
Max and Chad both turned bright red, but didn't deny it. They squirmed uncomfortably, hands still covering their laps.
"We're concerned about the unrealistic expectations that kind of porn sets," Greta continued gently. "So we thought maybe if you had some healthier outlets for your fantasies and urges, with real women, you wouldn't need it as much."
"Whoa, wait," Max interrupted, eyes wide. "Are you saying you WANT us looking at you sexually? Like, you're gonna dress sexy for us on purpose?"
"And what, fuck us too?" Chad blurted out crudely, then immediately looked horrified at his own boldness.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves!" Amy said quickly, cheeks flushing. "We're not suggesting that. We just thought some flirting, teasing, sexy outfits... giving you boys an outlet for your MILF kinks without actual sex..."
"Basically, we wanna be the stars of your teenage spank bank material, not those fake porn actresses," Greta finished. "Keep you interested in the real thing."
There was a moment of stunned silence as Max and Chad processed this. They stared at their mothers, seeing them in a whole new light - as sexual beings, willing participants in their forbidden fantasies.
"So, let me get this straight," Max said slowly. "You're gonna parade around the house half-naked, rubbing your tits and asses on us... but not actually let us fuck you. Is that the deal?"
Amy bit her lip, looking uncertain. "I know it seems like a tease. But we just wanna give you a safe outlet for your desires. Work up to things slowly, see how it feels for all of us."
Greta nodded in agreement with Amy's words. "We wanna ease into this new dynamic gradually. But part of that means you boys being open and honest about your needs too."
She took a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing. "So when you feel the urge to...relieve some tension, you don't need to run off and hide anymore. You can just stay right here with us and take care of business, like you do with those VR videos you watch."
Max's mouth fell open. "Wait, you want us to jack off in front of you?! While you're wearing those tiny bikinis??"
Greta shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant even as a flush crept up her chest. "Why not? It's nothing we haven't seen before, thanks to your porn habits. This way, we're your inspiration, not those silicone bimbos."
"And you'd be okay with that?" Chad asked his mom incredulously. "Watching us stroke our cocks?"
Amy's cheeks were burning, but she nodded. "I think it could be very bonding, actually. Seeing you in the throes of pleasure, knowing we caused it... it's intimate."
Max licked his suddenly dry lips, his erection pounding insistently at the mention of masturbating in front of his hot mom. "Would you... I mean, while we do that, would you..."
"Would we what, baby?" Amy asked gently. "What do you need from mommy?"
Max's voice was almost a whisper, his cheeks scarlet. "Would you swing your tits back and forth, let them bounce in our faces in those bikinis while we stroke? Like you're dancing for us?"
Amy and Greta looked at each other, pulses quickening. The mental image was incredibly erotic - their teenage sons working their cocks furiously while the moms jiggled and shook their massive jugs right in those innocent young faces.
"I suppose we could do that," Amy said slowly, cupping her heavy breasts and hefting them, feeling the weight of her son's rapt gaze. "These bikinis barely hold the girls in anyway. It's not much of a stretch to pop them out and let them swing."
"Yes," Chad breathed, palming himself through his shorts. "I'm so fucking hard right now."
Greta felt a gush of wetness flood her bikini bottoms at her son's crude language. She couldn't believe how much it turned her on to hear him talk about his cock and her tits that way. Who knew being a mommy porn star for her boy would feel so thrilling?
The two MILFs stood up from the bed, bodies swaying sensually as they found a rhythm. They started to hum a stripper tune as they rolled their hips and shimmied their shoulders, making their huge boobies bounce and quiver in the skimpy tops.
Max and Chad watched in awe, hands automatically going to their groins. They rubbed themselves through their pants as their mothers performed an impromptu striptease right in front of them, slutty smiles on their flushed faces.
"Go ahead and take them out, boys," Amy purred sultrily. "Stroke those boners for us like you do when you watch mommy porn."
With trembling hands, the teens unzipped their flies and pulled out their stiff members. The thick rods of flesh slapped up against their bellies,
pulsing with need. Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, they started to glide their fists up and down their shafts.
"Ohhh fuck," Greta moaned at the sight of her son gripping his impressive cock, working it faster. "Mommy's so proud of you, baby. So big and strong, pumping that meat..."
She reached up and untied her bikini top, letting it fall away completely. Her colossal tits spilled out, heavy and round, nipples fat and swollen. Milk dribbled from the tips, leaving silvery trails down her shaking mounds.
Not to be outdone, Amy unhooked her top and tossed it aside, revealing her own gigantic, milky jugs. She cupped them and pushed them together, making nectar spurt from her mammary-ducts. Then, she started to swing them wildly back and forth, slapping the massive orbs against each other.
Max and Chad were mesmerized by the lewd display, watching their busty mothers shake and jiggle their colossal jugs. Milk sprayed from Amy's swollen teats as she made them slap together forcefully. The teens pumped their swollen cocks harder, fists flying over their throbbing shafts.
"Mom... Aunt Amy..." Max groaned, squeezing his prick. "In those videos, the MILFs always talk so dirty and nasty while they show off their tits. Could you maybe..."
"You want us to talk filthy to you, baby?" Amy purred, pinching her fat nipples and tugging on them. "Mommy can do that. You want me to tell you what a naughty boy you are, stroking that big dick while you stare at my huge titties?"
"Yes," Chad panted, rubbing his cock head, smearing the slick pre-cum that leaked steadily from the tip. "Talk to us like pornstar sluts, mom!"
"You boys are so bad, jerking off to your own mothers," Greta moaned, hefting her heavy jugs and shoving them outward. "Mommy's gonna dirty talk you so hard, you'll never need that filthy porn again. As long as you promise to only cum for us from now on and not those online videos."
"We promise!" Max gasped eagerly, his balls already tightening.
"You like this, Max? Seeing mommy's huge tits bouncing in your face while you beat off?" Amy gasped, undulating her torso so her breasts swung in hypnotic circles. "I'm your personal busty MILF porn star now, baby. These big mommy milkers are all yours."
Max whimpered, fist blurring over his thick cock as he watched his mother shake her enormous rack mere inches from him. Watery milk sprayed his face as her nipples whipped past, the musky scent filling his nose. It was the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
Greta had bent over and was thrusting her tits down at Chad, letting them sway and wobble tantalizingly above his purpling cockhead. Strings of pre-cum linked the shiny tip to her dangling nipples each time they brushed past.
Amy and Greta swung their huge, milk-heavy tits back and forth, building speed and momentum as they dangled the enormous orbs over their sons' pumping fists. The teens' cocks throbbed and pulsed beneath the hypnotic undulation of mommy tit-flesh, shiny with sweat and milk spray.
Greta whipped her pendulous jugs in circles, making them slap together lewdly. Each collision sent droplets of breastmilk flying, spattering Chad's face and chest. He groaned gutturally, fucking his cock harder into his fist as the warm fluid coated him.
"That's it baby, stroke that big dick for mommy," Greta panted, swinging her watermelon-sized tits faster. "Paint yourself in my titty milk while you pump that hot cum for me!"
Amy leaned back slightly, making her massive rack bounce and quiver right over Max's purple cockhead. Her elongated nipples dragged up the underside of his shaft with each pass, leaving sticky trails of milk and pre-cum.
"Fuck Mom, your huge titties feel so good on my cock," Max grunted, hips bucking to meet the swinging globes. "Milk my dick with those big mommy milkers!"
The room echoed with the wet slapping of tit-flesh and furious male masturbation. The MILF mommies beamed at each other, ecstatic to be the stars of their sons' perverted jerk off fantasies. No more VR bimbos for these boys - only the real life bounce and sway of their own mothers' massive fun bags.
"I'm getting close," Chad warned, balls tightening as Greta buffeted his cock with her silky boob pillows. "Gonna cum soon!"
"Me too," Max panted, the feeling of Amy's stiff nipples flicking his cockhead driving him wild. "Fuck, I'm gonna blow my load!"
"Yes, cum for us!" Amy cried, frantically pummeling Max's throbbing dick with her swinging jugs. "Soak mommy's big titties in your hot teenage spunk!"
"Paint our huge milky tits, baby!" Greta urged breathlessly, angling her nipples to poke rapidly at Chad's spurting slit. "Give mommy that young cock cream!"
With twin cries of rapture, the boys erupted simultaneously. Thick ropes of pearly jizz blasted from their jerking cocks, splattering in long streaks across their mothers' shuddering tit mountains. Amy and Greta continued to swing and bounce their mammoth breasts wildly, coaxing out every drop of cum.
Spurt after spurt of Max's hot seed sprayed onto Amy's jiggling jugs, painting them in glistening ivory. Milk and semen mixed together, leaving sticky trails in her deep cleavage as her huge boobs shook and wobbled.
Chad's cock pulsed like a geyser, sending jets of cream arcing through the air to coat Greta's heaving milkers. Her massive teats were soon glazed in a dripping layer of his ball batter as she slapped them together, rubbing his spunk into her skin.
The MILF mommies milked their sons through every last shuddering spasm, not stopping the titty assault until the final dribble of cum oozed from their softening cocks. By the time they were done, both busty mothers were drenched in sperm, their giant breasts criss-crossed with pearly ropes and dripping with cream.
"Holy shit," Max panted in awe, staring at the erotic sight of his mom's cum-soaked titties. "That was unreal."
"Best mommy-son bonding ever," Chad agreed dazedly, watching a glob of his jizz slide down into Greta's cavernous cleavage.
Amy and Greta shared a triumphant grin, their chests heaving and dripping with milk and spunk. They had successfully fulfilled their sons' ultimate MILF fantasies - and discovered an intensely arousing new dimension to their relationship in the process.
Later that evening when Max's dad and little sister got home, the teen watched in amazement as-his mother seamlessly slipped back into her normal domestic role. Just hours before, Amy and Greta had been half-naked and covered in cum, lewdly shaking their huge tits in their sons' faces while the boys jerked off. But now, there was no trace of those wanton, cock-crazed MILF sluts.
"Hi honey, how was your day?" Amy asked brightly as she greeted her husband with a chaste kiss, looking like the perfect doting housewife in her modest sundress. Max goggled at her, unable to reconcile this prim
and proper image with the mommy porn star who had just drenched herself in his spunk.
"Dinner is served!" Greta chirped in her own kitchen as she set the meal on the table, her hair neatly coiffed and conservative blouse buttoned all the way up, not a hint of cleavage showing. Chad had to pinch himself to make sure he hadn't imagined the whole titty-milking session.
The next day while the boys were at school, Amy and Greta met up to compare notes on what other MILF porn tropes and kinks their sons were into, so they could further indulge the teens' kinky fantasies. They had no qualms about snooping through the boys' browser histories, telling themselves it was for a good cause - keeping Max and Chad obsessed with mommy sex and out of trouble.
As they scrolled through the list of raunchy video titles, one theme quickly became apparent - the boys had a serious thing for upskirt videos. "Oops, I Dropped My Pencil in Front of My Son", "Helping Stepmom in the Kitchen", "Hide and Seek with Mommy"... In every video, the MILF "accidentally" let her skirt ride up to reveal her panties or bare pussy to her son or stepson.
"Well, well, well," Greta smirked knowingly. "Looks like our boys are dying for a peek up mommy's skirt at her goods. I think we can arrange that, don't you?"
"Definitely," Amy agreed with a naughty grin, already plotting. "Let's give them an eyeful of hot mommy snatch they'll never forget. They'll be hooked on the real thing and never go back to porn!"
That afternoon, the women put their plan into action. They changed into dangerously short skirts and "accidentally" forgot to put on underwear. When the boys got home from school, Amy and Greta made sure to bend and stretch in front of them as much as possible, giving tantalizing glimpses of their bare, waxed pussies.
"Oops! Silly me, I dropped the TV remote," Amy giggled, slowly bending at the waist right in front of Max. Her skirt rode up to reveal the smooth, plump lips of her labia peeking out from between her thighs.
Max's eyes bugged out of his head as he ogled his mother's exposed cunt, so close he could smell her sweet, heady musk. His cock immediately started swelling in his pants at the intoxicating sight and aroma.
Meanwhile, Greta was in the kitchen, perched on a stepstool to reach something on a high shelf. She made sure to position herself so that when Chad walked by, he was treated to a perfect view straight up her skirt to her juicy, bare ass and pussy.
"Oh! Hi honey," Greta said breezily, pretending not to notice as she wiggled her rump. "Could you help mommy get the flour down? I can't quite reach."
Chad audibly gulped, unable to tear his eyes away from his mom's glistening pink slit winking at him from under her skirt. He felt lightheaded as all the blood rushed to his hardening dick.
"S-sure mom," he croaked, scrambling to assist, desperate to keep that privileged view of her goods. He "accidentally" brushed his crotch against her ass in the process, biting back a moan.
All afternoon, Amy and Greta engineered excuses to flash their bare pussies at their sons. They dropped things, cleaned low surfaces, even staged a fall that ended with them spread-eagled on the floor, skirts flipped up around their waists.
The poor boys sported raging boners the entire time, their young cocks throbbing painfully in their pants from the non-stop peep show. Amy and Greta snuck sly glances at their sons' bulging crotches, delighted by how clearly hot and bothered they were.
The next afternoon, Max and Chad eagerly rushed over to Greta's house after school, their teenage cocks already stiffening in anticipation of what their MILF mommies might have in store for them today. They could hardly focus during their classes, too busy reliving yesterday's upskirt reveal, and the incredible tit-bouncing, cum-soaked masturbation session from earlier in the week.
As they burst through the front door, the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafted through the air. But that delicious smell was quickly overpowered by an even headier scent - the musky perfume of horny MILF pussies. Max and Chad shared a knowing grin, their dicks twitching in their pants as they followed their noses to the kitchen.
The sight that greeted them made their jaws drop and cocks spring to full attention. Amy and Greta were bent over the kitchen island in the skimpiest, laciest lingerie imaginable, their giant asses jutting out and swaying provocatively as they slid trays of cookies into the oven. Stiletto heels adorned their feet, the tall spikes making their thick legs look a mile long.
"There you boys are," Amy purred sultrily, straightening up and turning to face them. Her bra was a sheer scrap of red lace that barely contained her massive, milk-swollen tits, the dark circles of her areolas clearly visible through the gauzy fabric. Matching crotchless panties displayed her bare, glistening pussy lips.
"We thought you might like a little after school snack," Greta cooed, licking melted chocolate off her fingers. Her outfit made Amy's look downright demure. A black leather corset cinched her waist and lifted her enormous jugs up to her chin, while a tiny G-string disappeared between the globes of her ass. Thigh-high fishnet stockings encased her curvy legs.
Max and Chad ogled their moms shamelessly, drinking in every mouthwatering inch of scantily clad MILF flesh. Their pants tented obscenely, straining to contain their swollen teenage cocks.
"Mmm, looks like you're hungry for more than just cookies," Amy observed, her eyes zeroing in on Max's bulge.
Max spoke up boldly. "Actually Mom, Chad and I were talking, and we heard about this really hot new porn video. It's a young guy putting his penis between a busty MILF's buttcheeks. We were gonna go watch it, unless..." He trailed off meaningfully.
"Unless what, baby?" Amy asked, swallowing hard.
"Unless you two wanted to offer us the real thing instead," Chad finished, palming his bulge. "Let us do that to you instead of watching it."
Amy and Greta exchanged uncertain looks, biting their plump lower lips. This was moving so fast - they had only intended to tease and titillate their sons, not necessarily perform hardcore sex acts. Anal play seemed especially taboo.
"Boys, we wanna be your personal MILF material, but rubbing your dicks against us…" Greta hedged.
"We can just go jerk off to porn if you're not up for it," Max said with a shrug, turning as if to leave.
"Wait!" Amy called out, not wanting to lose her son's attention to some skank on a screen. She took a deep breath. "Okay, we'll do it. We'll let you hotdog our asses."
Greta nodded hesitantly. "But just rubbing between the cheeks! No penetration."
"Deal," the teens readily agreed.
Amy and Greta led their eager sons down the hall to Greta's bedroom, their stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Max and Chad followed close behind, their eyes glued to the tantalizing sway of their mothers' barely-clad bubble butts.
Once inside the bedroom, the MILF moms slowly peeled their panties down their thick thighs, bending at the waist to give the teens a perfect view of their juicy cunts and heart-shaped asses. They could even see the pink, crinkled rings of their assholes peeking from between their buns.
The moms stepped out of the skimpy underwear and kicked them aside, now completely bare from the waist down except for their stockings and heels.
"Let me grab some lube," Greta said breathily, rummaging in her nightstand. She produced a bottle of warming lubricant. "This should help everything slide nice and easy between mommy's cheeks."
Max and Chad hastily shucked their clothes, their stiff cocks springing free and bobbing heavily. They stroked themselves to full mast as they drank in the mouthwatering sight of their mothers' naked bodies - ripe tits straining against flimsy lace, smooth pussies glistening with arousal, plump asses just begging to be split by a hard shaft.
Amy and Greta crawled onto the king sized bed and laid side by side on their tummies, pillowing their heads on their folded arms. They looked back at their sons over their shoulders with sultry gazes, wiggling their hefty naked rumps invitingly. The position made their thick ass cheeks spread slightly, revealing the tight puckers hidden between.
"Come and get it, boys," Amy purred, reaching back to smack her own ass. The fleshy globe jiggled from the impact. Then she amped up the dirty talk, which the boys had specifically requested. "Shove those big young cocks between mommy's buns and fuck my ass crack."
"Mommy wants to feel your hard dick rubbing all up and down her slutty ass cleavage," Greta added, arching her back to thrust her rump higher.
Nearly tripping over themselves in their haste, Max and Chad clambered onto the bed and knelt behind their prostrate mothers' spectacular asses. They each grabbed a meaty cheek in both hands and spread them wide, making the moms gasp. Greta fumbled to hand them the bottle of lube with trembling fingers.
The teens drizzled the slippery liquid into the deep crevices of their moms' asses, then smeared it all over their cracks and twitching holes. Amy and Greta shivered and moaned as their sons rubbed the warm oil into their most intimate areas, fingers grazing their sensitive puckers.
"Fuck yeah, get mommy's asshole all nice and slick for your cock," Greta whimpered as Chad circled her rim with a fingertip, making it flutter and wink.
Once their moms' ample backsides were thoroughly greased, Max and Chad took their rigid poles in hand and nestled the broad heads right into the slippery crevices. With the slow, steady pressure, they pushed forward, sliding their throbbing cocks deep into the tight channels of their mothers' ass cracks.
"Unngghh yesss, shove that fat dick between mommy's cheeks!" Amy groaned, fingers clutching the sheets as she felt her son's steely rod glide against her most taboo place. The slick drag of his cock head over her twitching asshole made her eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Max grunted in pleasure as his aching shaft was engulfed in the hot, slippery vice of his mom's ass crack. He began to piston his hips, sawing his thick teenage meat back and forth between her jiggling buns. On either side of his pumping cock, Amy's voluptuous ass cheeks wobbled and rippled with each thrust.
"Oh fuck Mom, your ass feels amazing around my dick," Max panted, increasing his pace. Sweat beaded his brow as he worked his hips furiously, determined to milk his cock with his mother's plush rump. "So soft and slippery...gonna make me cum so hard!"
Beside him, Chad was humping away just as vigorously between Greta's lush cheeks. The horny MILF was writhing and undulating beneath her son, grinding her greasy asshole against his sliding shaft.
"That's it baby, fuck mommy's big fat ass!" Greta wailed, pushing her hips back to meet Chad's thrusts. Her heavy jugs swayed beneath her with the force of his movements. "Use my slutty ass crack like your personal fuck hole! Mommy's shitter is your cock sleeve!"
The room filled with the sounds of slick flesh slapping together and the MILF moms' wanton moans as their sons fucked their asses with wild abandon. The musky scent of hot aroused cunt and sweaty teenage balls permeated the air.
"Holy shit, I'm getting close," Max warned through gritted teeth, his cock throbbing almost painfully between Amy's squishy cheeks. "Gonna shoot my load all over your ass, Mom!"
"Me too," Chad panted, his rhythm growing erratic as his balls drew up tight. "Fuck, I'm gonna glaze your big booty in so much cum, Mom!"
"Yes, do it!" Amy cried, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks as far apart as possible. Her fluttering pink asshole winked up at Max as his cock sawed over it. "Paint mommy's ass with your hot seed! Mark my fucking shitter with your spunk!"
"Cream my corn hole, baby!" Greta babbled, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt Chad's prick pulsing against her sensitive rim. "Squirt that young jizz deep in the crack of my ass! Fill mommy's shit gutter with cum!"
With twin roars of release, Max and Chad hilted themselves balls deep in their moms' slippery ass crevices and let loose. Their swollen cocks jerked and spasmed as they erupted, sending thick ropes of pearly white cum splattering all over Amy and Greta's upturned rumps.
Jet after jet of hot teenage spunk painted the MILFs' ample backsides, coating their ass cheeks and dripping into their deep clefts. Stray spurts shot up the small of their backs and into their disheveled hair. But the teens made sure to aim most of their creamy load right at their mothers' twitching assholes, glazing the puckered stars in glistening jism.
"Fuck yes, so much cum," Amy moaned deliriously, feeling her son's semen leak down her crack and over her pussy lips. "Mommy's ass is fucking drenched...I'm marked as your anal cum slut now!"
"Unngghh, it's so warm and gooey in my shitter," Greta whimpered, clenching her messy hole and making more spunk ooze out. "My ass is overflowing with your seed, baby! You filled mommy's butt with your special cream!"
Max and Chad slumped forward, resting their sweat-slick chests against their mothers' backs as they caught their breath. Their softening cocks slipped from between the MILFs' cum-soaked cheeks with obscene wet plops.
For a moment, the only sound was heavy panting as they all recovered from the intensity of their anal hotdogging session. Amy and Greta lay face down in a puddle of cooling jizz, their asses still twitching and fluttering, gaping slightly from the prolonged friction.
Finally, with a mischievous smile, Amy turned her head to catch Max's eye over her shoulder. "Well, I think it's safe to say porn has got nothing on the real thing, hmm?"
Max grinned back, giving his mom's plump rump a playful smack and making it jiggle. "Definitely. Who needs VR when we've got the hottest MILF asses in the world right here?"
As the teens carefully climbed off their mothers and flopped onto their backs beside them, Greta sat up and assessed the cum splattered disaster of her ass and bedsheets. She giggled and reached for a towel to clean up. "Looks like I'd better throw these sheets in the wash before your father gets home and wonders why our bed smells like a brothel."
The four of them burst out laughing, basking in the afterglow of their secret, taboo tryst. Max and Chad knew they were the luckiest sons in the world to have such sexually open and adventurous mothers. And Amy and Greta couldn't wait to see what other dirty MILF porn fantasies they could fulfill for their horny boys.
As the MILF moms gingerly stood up on wobbly legs, cum still trickling down their thighs, they knew they needed to get cleaned up and back to their normal, respectable selves before their husbands returned. With a conspiratorial wink at their sons, they sauntered to the joining bathroom, cum-glossed asses jiggling with every step.
Max and Chad high fived as they watched their mothers disappear into the bathroom, admiring the glistening jizz painted across their backsides. "Dude, I can't believe we just fucked our own moms' asses," Max marveled, shaking his head. "This is like, every guy's ultimate fantasy."
"I know right?" Chad said dreamily. "Did you see how much they loved it? The way they were moaning and begging for our cum like total anal whores?"
"Fuck yeah, they couldn't get enough of our dicks in their ass cracks. Who would've thought our own moms were such kinky sluts, even if they are just doing it to keep us away from porn." Max adjusted his sticky cock, which was already starting to thicken again at the thought.