Son’s best friends turn a MILF into a depraved fucktoy

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“Milo… Jaxton…” she croaked, holding up a hand.

The words pierced the fog of his lust, and he squeezed his eyes shut, drawing deep lungfuls of breath. She scooted down the bed, taking his cock in her hands and aiming at her face. He came in mere moments, the biggest blast of all the boys yet, painting her face, her neck, her hair.


Rosie came between them, a hand on Simon’s chest. She nodded at him, and he fell to the side, still looking like a bull ready to charge but coming down. Rosie murmured, “Hold still, hon, you don’t want it in your eyes. He comes so much.”

“They all do,” Emilia said.

Rosie giggled. “Right?”

She wiped at Emilia’s eyes and forehead, and offered the other woman her fingers. Emilia sucked him down — he was definitely the bitterest of the boys, but she still liked the taste, driven mostly by that taboo in sucking down his come. Rosie took some for herself, sucked her fingers down with a flourish and a pop. Emilia couldn’t help a breathless laugh.

* * *

Rosie had to go, so after she got cleaned up, she arranged for an Uber to take her home. Simon and Emilia stayed in bed, him on his back, her on her side, stroking his chest. He stared at the pictures on the wall, and rose up to take one of them down. He held it for Emilia to see. It was of Landon when he was sixteen or so, a family photo along with Simon, Jaxton, and Landon’s then-girlfriend.

“Do you want to know the real reason why Charlotte broke up with him?”

Emilia shook her head, tears rising up. “No. You didn’t.”

“We did. Well, Jaxton and me. Milo back then was too good for it. He knew, but he didn’t want any part of it.” Simon tossed the picture in a wastebasket and slid back into bed. “Charlotte felt so bad for Landon she broke up with him.”

“You bastards,” Emilia said, but her words were toneless and her hand was already back on his chest.

Slut, Milo whispered again in her ear. Had she even thought about Jim or Landon once while she was with Rosie or Simon? She couldn’t remember.

Simon continued like she hadn’t spoken. “That summer, though, Milo tells us he regrets it. Not betraying Landon. He regretted not coming with us to sleep with his girlfriend.” He grinned. “By our senior year, Milo was pulling in more than Jaxton and I combined. Well, nearly. That’s the kind of guy he is. Who all of us are.”

Emilia cried for her son, even as she reached down to stroke Simon’s half-hard cock again.

Simon looked at her sideways. “It’s who you are too.”

“No, I’m not,” she whispered.

“Bullshit. You barely hesitated when Milo told you to flash that delivery woman. And Jaxton, well… those pictures are going to have a nice long life on the Internet. And when we’re done with you tomorrow, this-” he gestured at the walls “-is over.”

“I can’t tomorrow. Jim’s working an early shift so he can take me out to a nice dinner.”

“We’ll come over early while he’s working,” Simon said dismissively.

She leaned up and looked at him, surprised. “You will?”

“Sure,” Simon said, shrugging and giving her a lazy smile. Oh, there were teeth there. She knew it. But she didn’t protest. Didn’t tell him to come another day. Instead, she leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth.

He rummaged in a bag next to the bed. Emilia was paying him no mind until he squirted something into his hand. “Feet by my head,” he said, and she twisted to oblige, still sucking at his tip. Something cold pressed against her asshole, and she gasped and shot him a sharp look over her shoulder. “Relax, it’s just lube. And a plug. You’ll be grateful for it when we fuck your ass tomorrow.”

“But Jim and dinner, it’s a date night, so-“

Simon glared at her. “I thought the other guys made it clear. You are ours. No one fucks this pussy but us this summer. We own your ass, we own your cunt, we own your mouth. So don’t you even think about sleeping with Jim tomorrow. You service us first and then you go have a boring-ass dinner with him and say you have a headache. Understand?”

“Yes, Simon,” she whispered, and sucked him back into her mouth again. She whimpered when his lubed finger slid into her ass. He pulled it out and squirted more lube into her cleft before slipping it back in. She shivered at the penetration, and sucked harder.

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