Mrs. Tesla is wide awake and looking at you with a smile. "You were right, Marsha," she says, not taking her eyes off you. "How'd you know Bryan would join us?"
You look behind and see your mom attaching the strap-on to her waist. "Because if he didn't come in here on his own, I was going to call him in," your mom explains, making the final adjustments to her hardware.
Mrs. Tesla reaches down to your shoulders a pulls you up. "I was just telling your mom last night how much you have grown, Bryan, and how nice it would be to have a real cock inside me, instead of just that dildo. Your mom assured me that I could have both, and that you wouldn't mind if we took turns drilling you with that thing."
You don't say anything because you feel your mom reach between your legs and guide your throbbing erection into Mrs. Tesla's hot, wet snatch. She feels very good and is already thrusting her hips up to meet your thrusts into her.
You hear your mom's voice from behind you. "Do you like his hard cock, Doris? Don't you love the way his balls slap your ass as he gets going hard?"
You feel your mom massaging your balls as she speaks, and Mrs. Tesla pants, "Oh, he's so good, Marsha! No wonder you have your boy fuck you every chance you get!"
You glance over your shoulder, wondering when you mom is going to make use of that strap-on. For now, she seems content to be watching you drill her friend as she plays with your testicles.
You moan and say, "That feels so good, Mom."
She smiles and says, "I know what my boy likes. And now..."
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