Ginger Lynn

I always figured my kid would grow the hell up once he hit eighteen. Turns out I gave him too much credit, because here he is at twenty in my face with loan sharks on his tail. Guy took ten grand to open some two-bit medical clinic, and just like that it all went to hell. After they dragged him in all bruised, he’s looking at me like maybe Mom’s going to dig into savings. Fixed income says hell no. Only option that wouldn’t end with him in pieces was spreading my legs and opening my mouth. Cock is cheap currency when you need it that bad. I made him sit in the corner, front-row seat, so he’d remember the price every time he thought about another shortcut. Two big Black thugs kicked my knees apart, slapped their heavy dicks on my lips, and I dropped down. Throating the first one stretched my neck like a rubber hose; the second guy jammed in right after, and I gagged around that double mouthful. Spit ran down my tits while they pumped away. When they finally flipped me face-first over the desk, ass high, they wasted no time slamming into my cunt. My tiny hole never stood a chance—stretched wide open, cervix getting hammered so hard I saw stars. Both hands stayed busy keeping their shafts slick. One of them drove so deep my belly actually felt it. Mouth never stayed empty; they traded places nonstop, filling me end to end. I didn’t even get a moan in; the cocks kept it stuffed. You could feel those thick shafts swell before they blasted rope after rope. Cum overflowed and poured down my thighs in thick rivers. Every spurt echoed with my son’s wide-eyed silence behind me. Couple months later he’s at state on the dean’s list. Turns out an eyeful of Mommy taking two massive Black dicks up close and personal wipes the stupid out faster than any talk ever could.