A loud knock rapped on the door moments before Mrs. Sex I could feel my friends groaning, shaking their heads. We couldn’t look away. He was such a bad liar. I swayed, breathing heavily, my first orgasm at the hands—the mouth—of another billowing through me. “Just have to wait until I’m done fucking my mom’s cunt. Who is Henry Archer? “Do it. “Where did it go?” More prickling itched my mind. “Oh, damn, Mom,” I gasped. I want you. this is too good.”
Her mouth popped off my dick long enough to moan, “That’s okay, honey. It was so depraved. She birthed me. Her black, curly hair fell about that gorgeous face. I brought the gold ring onto my forehead. You really think we’re dumb enough to fall for mind control?”
“I…” I shook my head. “So, what’s that?” Noah asked, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses. Then Rick’s redheaded mother sauntered through my thoughts, joining Noah’s blonde mom and my busty mother. She ripped down my jeans with such eagerness to be my whore. His golden-brown skin gave him a fierce look. My cock, Mom.”
“Oh, my god,” she groaned and began stripping faster. He pushed down those thoughts as he lifted the Halo, appearing as nothing more than a golden ring, from its charging port and stasis nullifier.
