Obsession Blows Buds: The Sons' Obsession Unlea...

The mommy sluts are breed by their sons
The moms are obsessed by their sons.
This time their being breed
"Pass the salt," Gloria muttered, her gaze fixed on the untouched salad. Her fork scraped the china plate.
Dani's red nails drummed the oak table. "James turned eighteen last Tuesday." The air conditioner hummed. Outside, a lawnmower sputtered then died.
Gloria's knuckles whitened around her wineglass stem. "Roger made varsity." She didn't mention the jersey she'd sniffed that morning, still damp with her son's sweat.
Anna's chair screeched as she stood abruptly. "They'll be home soon." She walked to the bay window, hips swaying in tight jeans. Sunlight caught the silver streaks in her blonde hair. Down the street, a school bus wheezed to a stop.
Roger's cleats hit the foyer tiles first. Sweat plastered his football jersey to the hard lines of his torso. James followed, backpack straps digging into broad shoulders still growing into manhood. The scent of adolescent musk cut through Dani's Chanel No. 5.
No words now. Dani's hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm flattened against James's chest, feeling the heartbeat hammer beneath his cotton shirt.
Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.
Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in his chest as her hand found the hard ridge in his athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zpper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.
On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around James's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as she pumped him hard and fast.
James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.
Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout echoed off the foyer walls, fingers tangling in her dark hair. She sucked with obscene wet noises, hollowing her cheeks until his thighs shook. "Gonna come already, big man?" she taunted around his shaft, thumb massaging his tight balls. Roger choke out a curse, hips stuttering against her face.
Gloria shoved Anna aside, claiming her son's cock. Her experienced mouth moved with brutal efficiency, sucking him to the root while her fingers plunged into Anna's jeans. James cried out, back arching off the wall. "Mom，" he shouted. "They'll be home soon." His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.
Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn," she screamed. She's not getting rid of him that easily. Her hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm wrapped around his right shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart.

Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.

Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in her chest as her hand found the hard ridge in her athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zopper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.

On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around Roger's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as he pumped him hard and fast.

James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.

Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout echoed off the foyer walls, fingers tangling in her dark hair. She sucked with obscene wet noises, hollowing her cheeks until his thighs shook. "Gonna come already, big man?" she taunted around his shaft, thumb massaging his tight balls. Roger choke out a curse, hips stuttering against her face.

Gloria shoved Anna aside, claiming her son's cock. Her experienced mouth moved with brutal efficiency, sucking him to the root while her fingers plunged into Anna's jeans. James cried out, back arching off the wall. "Mom", he shouted. "They'll be home soon." His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.

Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn," she screamed. She's not getting rid of him that easily. Her hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm wrapped around his right shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart.

Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.

Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in her chest as her hand found the hard ridge in her athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zopper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.

On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around Roger's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as he pumped him hard and fast.

James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.

Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout echoed off the foyer walls, fingers tangling in her dark hair. She sucked with obscene wet noises, hollowing her cheeks until his thighs shook. "Gonna come already, big man?" she taunted around his shaft, thumb massaging his tight balls. Roger choke out a curse, hips stuttering against her face.

Gloria shoved Anna aside, claiming her son's cock. Her experienced mouth moved with brutal efficiency, sucking him to the root while her fingers plunged into Anna's jeans. James cried out, back arching off the wall. "Mom", he shouted. "They'll be home soon." His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.

Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn," she screamed. She's not getting rid of him that easily. Her hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm wrapped around his right shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart.

Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.

Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in her chest as her hand found the hard ridge in her athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zopper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.

On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around Roger's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as he pumped him hard and fast.

James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.

Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout echoed off the foyer walls, fingers tangling in her dark hair. She sucked with obscene wet noises, hollowing her cheeks until his thighs shook. "Gonna come already, big man?" she taunted around his shaft, thumb massaging his tight balls. Roger choke out a curse, hips stuttering against her face.

Gloria shoved Anna aside, claiming her son's cock. Her experienced mouth moved with brutal efficiency, sucking him to the root while her fingers plunged into Anna's jeans. James cried out, back arching off the wall. "Mom", he shouted. "They'll be home soon." His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.

Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn," she screamed. She's not getting rid of him that easily. Her hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm wrapped around his right shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart.

Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.

Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in her chest as her hand found the hard ridge in her athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zopper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.

On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around Roger's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as he pumped him hard and fast.

James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.

Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout echoed off the foyer walls, fingers tangling in her dark hair. She sucked with obscene wet noises, hollowing her cheeks until his thighs shook. "Gonna come already, big man?" she taunted around his shaft, thumb massaging his tight balls. Roger choke out a curse, hips stuttering against her face.

Gloria shoveged Anna aside, claiming her son's cock. Her experienced mouth moved with brutal efficiency, sucking him to the root while her fingers plunged into Anna's jeans. James cried out, back arching off the wall. "Mom", he shouted. "They'll be home soon." His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.

Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn," she screamed. She's not getting rid of him that easily. Her hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm wrapped around his right shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart.

Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.

Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in her chest as her hand found the hard ridge in her athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zopper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.

On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around Roger's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as he pumped him hard and fast.

James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.

Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout echoed off the foyer walls, fingers tangling in her dark hair. She sucked with obscene wet noises, hollowing her cheeks until his thighs shook. "Gonna come already, big man?" she taunted around his shaft, thumb massaging his tight balls. Roger choke out a curse, hips stuttering against her face.

Gloria shoveged Anna aside, claiming her son's cock. Her experienced mouth moved with brutal efficiency, sucking him to the root while her fingers plunged into Anna's jeans. James cried out, back arching off the wall. "Mom", he shouted. "They'll be home soon." His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.

Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn," she screamed. She's not getting rid of him that easily. Her hand slid up Roger's thigh before he'd fully closed the door. His breath hitched? A sharp intake through flared nostrils. Anna's palm wrapped around his right shoulder, feeling the beat of his heart.

Gloria rose. Her silk blouse gaped where two buttons strained over full breasts. She stepped into James's space, fingers curling into his golden hair. When her mouth crashed against his, he tasted of spearmint gum and the Coke he'd drunk on the bus. His hands hovered, trembling, before settling on her arse.

Against the wall, Dani's teeth scraped Roger's neck. A low groan rumbled in her chest as her hand found the hard ridge in her athletic shorts. Anna dropped to her knees before James, her cheek rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans. Gloria watched over her son's shoulder, pulses blown wide.
Fabric ripped. Roger's jersey tore at the collar as Dani yanked it downward. His dark nipples pebbled in the air-conditioned chill. James's zopper hissed open under Anna's urgent fingers. The first thick inches sprang free, glistening at the tip.

On her knees, Anna didn't hesitate. Her pink lips stretched around Roger's girth, throat working as she took him deep. Above her, Gloria ground against her son's thigh, dampness blooming through her silk slacks. Against the doorframe, Roger's hips jerked into Dani's fist, his eyes rolling back as he pumped him hard and fast.

James gasped when Anna's tongue swirled beneath his crown. "Fuck..." The word cracked in his throat, hands fumbling for purchase on Gloria's hips. His mother moaned against his neck, teeth scraping his pulse point as he rutted against her. "That's it, baby." Her hand guided him toward her own thighs, silk tearing as he clawed at the fabric.

Dani dropped to her knees, mouth engulfing Roger in one slick slide. His shout

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