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... consent. She looked worried for a moment, and then Tom grabbed the back of her head and put her back to work. She returned to the effort, guilt forgotten. James continued to thrust away, and his movement showed he was about to cum. Mother frequently raised her head from Tom’s hard-on to gasp and moan, “Yes. Oh, Yes!” James suddenly arched forward and then relaxed. mother cried out. As James backed away, mother whimpered like a little girl who had her favorite doll taken from her. Tom took mother under the arms and raised her from the water. She immediately dropped to her knees and continued to slobber on his cock. Tom pulled her head back and she looked up at him pouting. He guided her to her feet and began sucking on her stiff nipples. She moaned and writhed, reaching down to pump his tool with her hand. Tom began massaging her pussy with his hand, slipping a few fingers into her already well-fucked hole. She moaned and pulled his giant cock toward her pussy. Tom positioned the head at her pussy lips and slowly worked it into her. My own mother stared adoringly into my former best friend's eyes. I came in my trunks. James was already up on the deck, and it became evident how she discovered his identity. His cock was a couple inches shorter than Tom’s and a much longer than mine and thicker than either of us. It was rising again due to the show. I hoisted myself onto the deck and dropped my trunks, hoping to get in on all the excitement. My dick, softening after cumming, ...

... looked out of place in this scene. Like a librarian had wandered on to the site of a porno shoot. Mother had her legs wrapped around Tom and was bobbing on his giant member. I started to get aroused again. Tom held her up by her firm ass. “Tell me you love me,” he said. She moaned and looked into his eyes. “Say it.” “I love you, Tom. Please don’t stop.” mother kissed him. “Oh God! I love you! Fuck me baby!” I was suddenly more jealous than aroused. Love? It was one thing to get caught up in the moment, with your judgment skewed by alcohol and pent up lust, but this felt like true infidelity. I started toward them, angry and ready to put a stop to all of this. James was there to stop me. He grabbed me by the throat and led me over to a lounger. “Sit down and stay out of the way, wimp” he said. “You can have your mommy back when we’re through with her, needle-dick.” I struggled in vain; he was much stronger than I. “Am I better than your wimp son?” Tom added weight to the question by fucking her harder. “Do you want him or me, baby?” mother panted and whimpered. “I want you, Tom. Please, don’t ever stop fucking me!” With that Tom lifted her up off his cock. She said, “No. Don’t stop! Please – I love you! I need you! I don’t want my son any more.” I was deflated; not just my ego but my manhood also. My own mom was proclaiming her love for my best friend and getting fucked by two giant cocks on my brithday. I wanted bl**d. James hadn’t let loose of his iron hold on my throat or I ...