I hopped in the car and drove to her location; she was standing on the roadside wearing a long coat, a mask, sunglasses, and a wide-brimmed hat that completely covered her face. The moment she spotted my car, she slipped into the back seat without a word. Neither of us spoke; the silence was absolute. I drove straight to the private hotel, collected the keys and a pack of condoms from the discreet staff (no one said anything), and we headed directly to the room. As soon as we were inside, I locked the door behind us.
She lets the coat fall to the floor.
Black stockings, sheer and glossy, run all the way up her trembling thighs. A tiny black bra barely contains her heaving breasts. And between her legs: black lace panties with a deliberate, shameless crotchless slit, framing her swollen pink lips perfectly. They're already glistening, dripping slow strands onto the carpet.
I strip in seconds, cock jutting hard and heavy. We stand there, inches apart, breathing the same air, eyes locked.
I lift one finger. She drops to her knees without a word, takes it deep into her mouth, and sucks like it's my cock (slow, swirling tongue, cheeks hollow, little moans vibrating around it). A few minutes of that worship and she pulls off with a wet pop, leaving my finger shining with her saliva.
I bring it to my own lips, taste her, and groan.
"Sweet as ever."
The words alone make her thighs clench. A fresh gush of wetness trickles down her leg. She whimpers, climbs onto the bed, and lies back, spreading wide (stockings taut, crotchless panties framing that perfect, leaking pussy like a gift).
I crawl between her legs, voice low and hungry.
"I'm going to lick every single fold of this pussy until you forget your own name."
She nods frantically, fingers already tangled in my hair, guiding me down.
"Yes, hubby… please… start now."
I crawl between her spread thighs and drag my tongue slowly up those glistening pink lips, tasting her sweetness mixed with the faint salt of her arousal. She shivers hard, back arching off the bed.
I push my tongue inside, curling and thrusting, fucking her with it while my nose grinds against her clit. She loses it instantly: loud, broken moans, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled back, drool running down her chin like she's already broken.
"Mm—mm—yes, yes, just like that—!"
Minutes later she screams, thighs clamping around my head as she cums, squirting hard, a hot flood that soaks my face and the sheets. Before she can come down, she scrambles up, grabs my cheeks, and licks every drop off my skin like a desperate kitten.
I stand, cock throbbing. "Open."
She drops to her knees, mouth wide, eyes glassy. I aim and let go, a strong stream straight onto her tongue. She gulps greedily (gulp, gulp, gulp) until I'm empty, not spilling a single drop.
"Doggy. Now."
She flips instantly, ass high, face buried in the pillow, pussy dripping fresh strands onto the bed. I rub the head along her slit once, twice, then slam in to the hilt with one brutal thrust.
She screams into the pillow, drool soaking the fabric, body shaking. I stay still, letting her feel every inch stretching her.
"Please… please, hubby, fuck your slut… I'm begging…"
I pull back slow, then start pounding: steady at first, then harder, wet slaps echoing off the hotel walls. Thirty minutes of relentless rhythm, her ass rippling with every thrust, her muffled screams turning into sobs of pure ecstasy.
We crash over the edge together. I bury myself deep and unload, pulse after thick pulse flooding her. She convulses, pussy milking me dry, then collapses face-down, completely passed out, tongue still out, a blissful puddle of a woman.
I slide out slowly; a thick river of cum immediately pours from her gaping pussy onto the sheets. I get dressed, leave the room key and a soft kiss on her forehead, and walk out, letting the door click shut behind me.
She'll wake up sore, leaking, and smiling, already counting the hours until I ruin her again.
The theater is almost empty, just a handful of people scattered far ahead. I'm in the very back row, feet up, popcorn balanced on my thigh, half-watching the screen.
Then the seat beside me creaks.
A stunning MILF slides in (tight dress, heavy breasts straining the fabric, perfume sweet and expensive). She glances at me, smiles like she already knows everything, and whispers:
"Having fun, little brother?"
I nod.
She leans closer, voice low and velvet.
"Mind showing me what you're packing? My husband's… disappointing. Tiny thing, over in thirty seconds. I've been wet since the trailers."
I don't even hesitate. I unzip, pull my cock out (thick, hard, already leaking from the day's earlier fun). Her eyes widen, then hood with hunger.
"Good boy," she breathes.
She slips her soaked panties off under her dress, folds them neatly on the armrest like she's leaving a gift, then climbs onto my lap facing the screen. One smooth drop and I'm buried inside her (hot, slick, gripping me like she was made for this).
No kissing. Just her arms around my neck, my hands on her hips, and the slow, deliberate rise and fall as she rides me right there in the dark. Wet sounds muffled by the movie's soundtrack, her soft moans timed with every deep thrust that bottoms out against her cervix.
The row in front of us is empty. The speakers drown everything else out.
A few minutes of that perfect, silent rhythm and she tenses, bites her lip bloody to stay quiet, and cums hard around me. Her spasming pussy drags me over the edge; I pump rope after rope deep inside her, filling her until it's dripping down my balls.
She stays on me a moment longer, catching her breath, then lifts off. A thick stream of our mixed cum immediately leaks onto my thigh. She grabs her panties, wipes herself once, and tucks them into my hoodie pocket with a wink.
She scribbles her number on a napkin, presses it into my hand.
"Call me when you want a real woman again, little brother."
Then she's gone, hips swaying as she disappears up the aisle.
I zip up, settle back with my popcorn, and finish the movie like nothing happened (except the seat beside me smells like sex and the napkin in my pocket is already buzzing with a new text that just says:
"Next time, bring condoms… or don't. ♡"
I pull into the driveway, step inside, and the house is quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Big sis is passed out in her room, still leaking from earlier. Mom is sprawled naked on the sofa, legs already open, pussy glistening and dripping onto the cushions the moment she sees me.
"Welcome home, honey," she purrs, spreading wider.
I strip instantly, slide between her thighs, and hug her tight. My chest presses against her heavy, milk-heavy breasts; my cock rests right against her soaked entrance, mixing the stranger's cum from the theater with everything already inside her. The sofa is ruined in seconds.
I look into her lust-drunk eyes.
"Mom… you're absolutely soaked."
"I've been horny all day watching you destroy your sister's pussy," she whispers, guiding my head to her leaking nipple. Warm milk spills into my mouth the moment I latch on. I drink greedily, swallowing as it flows.
I pull back just long enough to ask, "You're pregnant?"
She nods, biting her lip. "My boss. Business trip last month. I seduced him, begged him to fuck me raw every night. He doesn't know it's his yet… but he proposed. We're getting married next month."
I line up and sink into her in one slow thrust. She moans loud enough to rattle the windows.
"He's a billionaire," she gasps as I bottom out. "After graduation you and your sister will move into the villa with us. He has two daughters… and a wife who already knows everything. You'll join the company—top floor, your name on the door."
"Thank you, Mom," I groan, starting to move.
"Don't thank me," she laughs breathlessly, locking her legs around my waist and yanking me deeper. "Just keep fucking Mommy like this every day."
Wet slaps fill the living room, milk dripping down my chin, her moans turning into broken screams—"Aaa—aaa—holy shit, you're so deep!"—until we both explode together. I pump her full, adding my load to the one already inside her.
When I finally pull out, a thick river of cum pours from her well-fucked pussy onto the sofa. She just lies there, glowing, belly already faintly swollen, milk still beading on her nipples.
I kiss her forehead. "Going to shower and crash. Good night, Mom."
She waves lazily, too blissed-out to move. "Night, baby… dream of your new family."
I head upstairs, leaving her leaking and smiling on the couch, the future wide open and dripping wet.