Fifth-floor HLM in Metz-Borny. No elevator. Thin walls echo every moan. Mom’s cries always woke me. Neighbors gossiped. Dad exploded one night, called her slut, neighborhood whore. Packed and left. She cried on the couch, but I knew it was fake shame.
Two years later, early home. Noises from her room. Balcony sneak. Window cracked. Heart pounds. Mom in black lace corset, garters, sheer thong vanishing into her fat ass. Shaved pussy gleams. On the bed: Robert, the disgusting janitor. Bald, fat gut, donkey cock throbbing purple.
The Fever
She crawls. Kisses his fat head. Tongue swirls shaft. Gulps it deep. He fingers her sopping cunt. She moans around his meat. Mounts him. Ass bounces wild in mirror. Tits flop frantic. He calls her whore. She screams ‘yes!’ Cums howling. Cleans his cock with her mouth.
Cheeks burn. Pussy floods. Flee to friend’s. Night replays. Fingers find clit. Waves crash. Bite pillow. First orgasm rips me.
Now Robert’s gaze burns different. Party night. New heels stab ground. Tight skirt, deep V tee, no bra. Tits ache from bouncing. Cute boy gropes. Drag to tent. He pumps quick. Virginity gone. Empty. Jealous of Mom’s screams.
The Blaze
Month later. Club. Drunk drive home. Robert blocks garage. Whistles. Lifts me. Tongue invades. Hands knead ass under skirt. Pulls thong. Pins me to dumpster room wall. Legs wrap waist. Cock spears pussy. Pounds brutal. ‘Hot slut like your mom.’ Cum drips. Proud whore glow.
Obsession grips. Morning knock. Nightshirt barely covers. Tits swing free. Nipples poke hard. ‘Mom home?’ No. He grabs tits. Kneads rough. Couch shove. Panties ripped. Tongue devours pussy, clit, asshole. Waves build. Scream builds. Explode howling like Mom.
Fingers plunge cunt, ass. Blackout bliss. Legs crushed to chest. One thrust buries him balls-deep. Hammers relentless. Fills me hot.