You couldn’t believe your mom. To think she would be sitting on your bed dressed so skimpy without bouncing her giant udders! And as if she heard you, your mother hefted up her jugs, each bigger than your skull, then hefted them down slamming those mountains against her tight straining latex dress.
Your eyes glued to your own mother’s mammaries, they captivated your entire focus, you could feel yourself rise in your underwear, stretching the fabric, almost poking from the top. Every fiber of you wanted more ‘Bounce more, faster, heavier’ your brain demanded, and she did. Her milkers slammed down, you throbbed, they recoiled up just to slam downwards, the sound of latex stretching echoed as she rapidly bounced.
Straining was an understatement, both you and mommy were in the same boat, the more she bounced the deeper the latex dug, and the harder you grew. Your underwear shifted down, the tip wedged between your waist and the cloth, then a snap blared, the latex had finally snapped.
A wave of boobs spilled across your mothers body, they jumped up and down and as they fell so did your underwear. Stammering forwards, feet tangled you fell, erection first between your mommy's milkers. Now she was milking you, softness shrouded your shaft, and it felt right but you needed to gain your balance.
Your hand wrapped around the leash attached to black collar and yanked as you thought about all those anime girls with the dumb faces, your mom pulled her eyes back, crossing them as if she was demented then her tongue lapped out stretching beyond her chin, you wanted more but just couldn’t handle it…
You finally spurted between your mothers cow boobs and she just kept bouncing stuck on the same command of being a dumb bouncy slut, for you to use again.
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