Frightening Secrets of Frank's House

That summer when I was 15, the time the world seemed to stop turning that September day. My best friend Frank's house across the street was always my escape. We'd been tight since kindergarten, and his door was never locked to me. I dashed across the road, twisted the handle, and frowned when it didn't budge. Weird. Circling the house, I peered through Frank's bedroom window, catching shadows shifting and muffled noises that didn't sound right. Thieves? My heart pounded as I spotted Marit's window cracked open. I boosted myself up, slipped inside her room, and crept down the hallway, the heavy breathing growing louder with each step.

Pushing Frank's door just enough to peek, I froze. Marit, Frank's 30yrs old single mom shoulder-length blonde hair tousled, those massive, firm tits I'd stolen glances at for years was on her knees in the middle of his bed, completely naked. Her body glistened with sweat, ass arched high, but where the hell was Frank? I watched for maybe 30 seconds, pulse racing, before turning to hunt him down. That's when she moaned, low and desperate: "Oh fuck, your mommy!" It hit me like a slap, Frank was buried inside her, pounding away at his own mother.

I bolted downstairs, unlocked the front door for my quick exit if needed, then charged back up and burst into the room, yelling, "Grab your shoes, Frank we're heading out!" They both jolted. Marit rolled off him, his skinny cock springing free, rock-hard and slick, pointing straight up like it was saluting the ceiling. "What the fuck are you two doing?" I demanded, eyes locked on the scene.

Marit's face flushed crimson with shame. She scrambled to cover her heaving breasts with one arm and that wild bush of pubic hair over her pussy with the other, tears welling in her eyes. "You can't tell anyone," she begged, voice cracking. "Please..."

Something twisted in me excitement, not disgust. I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and dropped them, my cock already twitching to life. Her eyes bulged, nearly popping out as she stared. "Get back on the saddle, Marit," I said, grinning. Frank and I had always shared everything why break that now? I kicked off my boxers completely, and she let her arms fall away, revealing her full, curvaceous body: those huge tits swaying, nipples stiff, her pussy lips puffy and wet from Frank's thrusts.

I hardened in seconds, throbbing as she hesitated, then sank to her knees between us. She leaned toward Frank first, but I stepped up, feeding my cock straight into her waiting mouth. Her lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling hot and wet, and I groaned loud, the suction pulling me deeper. It was pure bliss, better than any jerk-off fantasy. She bobbed eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, and after just 15 seconds of that velvet grip, I exploded load of cum blasting down her throat. She gagged once, eyes watering, but swallowed every drop, gulping it down like she craved more.

She didn't stop. Her hand pumped my shaft while her mouth worked the tip, slurping and stroking until I was rigid again in under a minute. No words needed I grabbed her hips, spun her around, and rammed my cock into her tight asshole. She cried out, body shuddering as she came instantly, her pussy clenching empty air while Frank slid back into her cunt from below. We nailed her between us, my balls slapping her cheeks with each deep thrust into her ass, Frank's hips bucking up to fill her pussy. Her moans turned to screams, tits bouncing wildly as we both unloaded again me flooding her ass with hot spurts, him pumping her womb full. She collapsed, spent and leaking from both holes, a satisfied wreck.

We kept that secret, turning it into our twisted routine. Later that year, Frank and I shared my mom too her tight MILF body taking us both in ways that still make me hard thinking about it. But that's a whole other filthy tale of our loving mothers

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