Mommy London

Brent curled his fingers into the sheets and didn’t do a thing to hold back any of the gasps and moans that he was making. How could he, when Aunt Brenda had three fingers inside of his bottom down to the last knuckle? Her fingers kept teasing against his prostate, glancing against it and sliding away when he pushed back for a firmer touch, Aunt Brenda’s indulgent laugh ringing in his ears. Her other hand came down on one his cheeks with a light smack, the tiny sting from it still enough to make his cock twitch and pulse out a stream of precum to drip into the puddle already underneath him.  “Now, I do remember telling you to be still, dear. I don’t imagine that you would want me to stop just because you can’t listen to instructions, hmm? Brent could hear the smile in her voice, but he still shook his head hard enough to make him sway a bit on his hands and knees. She just laughed at bit more, that hand that smacked him beginning to rub against his skin instead. “It’s a good thing that I saw those mommy fetish porn sites on your laptop. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be having nearly this much fun!” She leaned forward, her tits pressed to his back while she whispered low and rough into his ear. “Auntie can be just as filthy as Mommy.” With that she pulled her fingers out of his stretched-out hole, but he barely had time to miss them before he could feel the tip of her strap on dildo pressing into him. She gripped his ass cheeks with both hands and spread them apart. “Oh, you should see yourself, dear.  I’ve barely got the tip halfway in, and your greedy hole is already trying to pull me in!” Brent blushed, knowing she right, because he could feel it, the way his rim was trying to squeeze down around the dildo. He moaned low and rough as she kept pushing in him, till his rim started to stretch instead of squeeze, the hard length filling him so well that it started to […]