Double Anal Night with Mom

That night the heat felt thick inside the house. My mother had sent us a message a few hours earlier:

“Come, the three of you. I’m alone. Bring the hunger.”

When we opened the living-room door we found her exactly the way she wanted us to see her. She was on her knees on the couch, back to the door, ass raised high, her own hands spreading her cheeks wide. Her anus looked pink, slightly open, and it shone as if she had already oiled it. She wasn’t wearing a thing. Only the warm light of the floor lamp washed over her back, her hanging tits, and that ass that had the three of us hard from the first second.

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