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, pupils 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 she rutted against him. "That's it, baby. Feel how wet mommy is?" Her hand guided his trembling fingers between 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 choked 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—Jesus—" His hips pistoned into her throat, fingers knotting in her hair.

Anna scrambled upright, tearing at Roger's fly. "My turn!" She shoved Dani away, impaling herself on Roger's length with a guttural scream. He slammed her against the wall, her blonde head cracking plaster as he hammered into her. Dani watched, panting, then crawled toward James. Her nails dug into Gloria's shoulder. "Share." She licked a stripe up James's shaft, her tongue flicking against Gloria's lips around him. Mother and friend kissed over his weeping cock, saliva and precome mingling.

Roger's roar filled the room as he emptied into Anna, her legs locked around his waist. James followed, erupting into the tangled heat of Gloria and Dani's mouths. The foyer reeked of sex and sweat, the boys' jerseys hanging in tatters. Gloria licked her swollen lips, tasting her son on Dani's tongue. "Bedroom," she rasped. "Now."

Anna staggered off Roger's softening cock, damp denim pooling at her ankles. She didn't bother kicking them away, instead grabbing James's wrist. "Help me with him." Together, they dragged Roger down the hallway, his football cleats scraping grooves in the hardwood. Dani followed, smearing James's release across her collarbone like war paint.

Gloria slammed the master bedroom door. Moonlight cut through the blinds, striping the king-sized bed. Roger collapsed onto the duvet, still panting. Anna climbed astride him, grinding her bare cunt against his spent shaft. "Round two, champ?" Her nails scored his pecs. He hissed, eyes fluttering shut as sensation overrode exhaustion.

Dani pushed James onto the mattress beside his friend. She straddled his face, her wet folds glistening above his mouth. "Clean me up, baby." He obeyed hungrily, tongue plunging deep as Gloria watched. Her own arousal surged, watching Dani's back arch, hearing the slick sounds of her son's devotion.

Gloria peeled off her ruined slacks. The rip exposed her bare pussy, swollen and glistening. She knelt over Roger's face, sinking onto his mouth. His groan vibrated against her clit as Anna rode his hardening cock. The room dissolved into movement: the slap of skin, Dani's choked cries as James devoured her, the creak of the bedsprings keeping time.

Roger bucked upward, driving Anna onto his full length. She shrieked, fingernails drawing blood from his shoulders. James's hands gripped Dani's ass, holding her open as his tongue worked faster. Gloria ground harder on Roger's mouth, her climax coiling tight. She caught Dani's gaze across the tangled bodies—a flash of challenge in the moonlight. This was just the beginning.

Dani arched back, bracing one hand on James's thigh. Her other hand snaked down to rub Gloria's clit in rough circles. "Make him scream," she gasped at James, her hips jerking against his face. He doubled his efforts, tongue fluttering against her entrance until her thighs clamped around his head. Her cry tore through the room as she came, juices flooding his chin.

Gloria felt Roger's tongue spear deeper, his fingers digging into her hips. Pressure exploded through her. She clamped around his face, muffling her roar against Anna's back. Below her, Anna was sobbing Roger's name, her body spasming around his thrusts. "Fuck—yes—fill me!" she begged, slamming down as he emptied himself again with a guttural groan.

James rolled Dani beneath him, his cock sliding against her soaked folds. Gloria crawled across the bed, nipping his shoulder. "Show her," she whispered, guiding him into Dani's tight heat. Dani gasped, legs hooking around his waist as he buried himself to the hilt. Gloria watched her son's muscles flex, his thrusts growing savage. Dani's moans climbed higher, fingers clawing at his back.

Anna collapsed onto Roger's chest, both trembling. Gloria traced her son's spine, her lips at his ear. "Harder." He obeyed, pounding Dani into the mattress until the headboard cracked against the wall. Dani's screams shattered into wordless pleas, her body bowing off the sheets. "Don't stop!" Gloria commanded, her hand sliding between Dani's legs to rub her swollen clit in time with James's thrusts. Dani shattered, her inner walls milking him as he came with a choked cry. Gloria licked the sweat from his neck. "Again."

Roger watched, his cock twitching against Anna's thigh. Dani crawled to him, still dripping James's seed. She kissed Anna deeply, tongues tangling as she guided Roger's hand to his mother's wetness. "Make her yours," Dani breathed. Roger rolled Anna beneath him, his thick shaft pushing into her familiar heat. Anna gasped, arching to take him deeper. "Yes, baby—fuck your mom’s pussy," she moaned, locking her ankles behind his back. Gloria pressed against James, her fingers wrapping around his renewed hardness. "My turn."

James flipped his mother onto her hands and knees, her ass high in the air. He entered her with one brutal thrust, Gloria's cry echoing off the walls. Roger matched his rhythm, pistoning into Anna as Dani kissed and bit Gloria's shoulders. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, the primal groans of sons claiming their mothers. James gripped Gloria's hips, drilling into her cervix. "Gonna put a baby in you," he growled. She shuddered, pushing back desperately. "Do it—fill your mama!"

Roger bent Anna over the edge of the bed, his balls slapping her clit with every drive. "Knock me up, Roger," she sobbed, fingering her own nipple. "Give me your baby!" He roared, slamming home as his release flooded her womb. James felt Gloria clamp around him like a vise, her inner muscles pulsing as she screamed his name. He emptied himself deep, grinding against her cervix, his cum mixing with Roger's inside Anna. They collapsed in a sweaty tangle of limbs, each son buried inside his mother, hoping this time it took