At eight o'clock the house lay hushed under dim lights, my mother's breathing steady as I knelt behind her, tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles over her ass. Chachi had ordered it spotless—every inch of her pussy, ass, and even the soft hollows of her armpits—for the strapon she planned to wield with precision. My own cock throbbed hard against my thigh, dripping with anticipation, but this was no time for relief. I worked with focused hunger, savoring the warmth and musk.
The crunch of tires on gravel shattered the quiet. Mother stirred, eyes fluttering open. "Quick, go!" she hissed, voice sharp with command. I bolted for the door, dropping to lick the dust from Chachi's elegant feet the moment she stepped inside. She offered no glance, no word—just sank onto the sofa with regal poise, legs crossed like a queen dismissing peasants.
Mother emerged from the shadows, hips swaying with quiet authority. "What happened, love?" she asked, pressing close. Chachi's laugh was low and cutting. "Difficult customers all day—arrogant fools who thought they could haggle with me. Exhausting, but nothing compared to the games we'll play now." Mother smiled wickedly and beckoned me forward. She captured Chachi's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing with practiced heat, then shoved my face between Chachi's thighs. I extended my tongue, eager to taste the growing wetness.
A stinging slap cracked across my cheek. "Without asking? Clearly you crave punishment," Mother said, eyes flashing with dominant fire. Chachi smirked, voice dripping sarcasm. "Oh, he knows the rules. My mood's foul tonight—best he serves properly or I'll make him regret every lazy lick." I pressed in harder, tongue delving into her slick pussy as it grew wetter, dripping onto my chin. The air thickened with panting breaths. Mother shed her robe, revealing her own glistening curves, while Chachi's hand tangled in my hair, guiding me. My cock stood painfully hard, but their focus remained on each other—strong, unyielding women claiming their pleasure.
Chachi rose, strapon already strapped in place, its length gleaming. "On the couch, darling. That freshly licked ass is mine." Mother complied with a sultry grin, positioning herself as Chachi thrust forward, filling her with deliberate power. Sweat beaded on their skin, bodies moving in rhythmic sync, moans mingling with witty barbs. "Faster, or I'll find someone who can keep up," Mother teased between gasps. Chachi laughed, pounding deeper. "You'd miss my cock too much." I watched, tongue still working wherever commanded, the room alive with cum-slick heat and the promise of explosive release.
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