GETTING WHAT WE NEED

“My husband gets so upset when I sleep with Freddy at night,” Silvia gasped into her cellphone as she was ruthlessly fucked from behind on her marital mattress.  

Her son’s cock pummeled into her wet cunt, making her massive tits swing and slap together obscenely. 

“That’s because he knows you’re getting railed by young dick, and loving every inch of it,” her friend Beth chuckled, the amusement dripping from her voice like honey. 

“He has no fucking right to get upset,” Silvia snarled, arching her back and slamming her big sweaty ass back against her boy’s hips, the impact making her fat cheeks ripple and clap. “Moms and sons fuck—it’s what we do. It’s not cheating; it’s just... taking what’s ours.”

“Trust me, I know,” Beth sighed. “My husband sulks like a fucking toddler when he hears our boy pounding me stupid and pumping me full of his cum."

Silvia's son Freddy didn’t give a shit about his mom’s phone call—his whole world narrowed to the vise-grip of her pussy strangling his veiny dick, her slick, corrugated walls milking him as he rammed her stretched-out cunt, her hot juice slopping down his shaft and dripping off his balls. 

The wet *smack* of her thick ass slammed back into his hips, her sweaty cheeks jiggling, her puckered asshole fluttering up at him like a greedy little mouth.

“Just once, I wish our husbands could understand how fucking hard it is,” Silvia muttered, voice edged with bitterness. “We’re hypersexual wives, stuck settling for average-sized dicks and mediocre marital sex. It’s like our bodies are strung tight, desperate for something better.”

Beth nodded, frustration painting her expression. “Exactly. We need teenage cock to really give us what we need—to fuck us like we deserve.”

“Speaking of getting what I need,” Silvia gasped, her cunt tightening like a fist around Freddy's cock, “I’m gonna fucking cum all over this dick—gotta go, girl.”

“Drench that boy, honey,” Beth purred. “Call me later."

The second the phone clicked off, Silvia’s body seized, her dangling tits wobbling violently as she screamed—a raw, broken sound that rattled the glass in the wedding photo beside the bed.

Freddy’s eyes crossed, tongue lolling out like some dumb mutt in heat as his mom's pussy clenched down hard on his meat. He drove into her even deeper, slamming his thick teenage cock through her gripping walls. 

Her juices gushed out around his shaft, soaking his nutsack and splattering across the sheets where his father slept alone every night. That's right, Freddy was man of the house now - master of his mom's sexual universe.

Sylvia's body bucked and seized, her cunt clamping down on his cock like a fucking vice. This was what she needed—what that limp-dicked husband of hers could never give her. 

“If that selfish bastard could only feel this,” she thought, grinding back against her son’s thrusts, “he’d know why I need to get railed like this, three to four times, every fucking day.”