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The sun was setting over the lush Italian countryside, painting the sky in vivid oranges and pinks. Inside a quaint farmhouse, Mamma Italia and her friend Antonella were busy in the kitchen, preparing a hearty dinner. Mamma Italia, a voluptuous woman in her late fifties, stirred a pot of rich tomato sauce while Antonella, similarly buxom and mature, chopped fresh herbs. Their laughter filled the cozy room.

Suddenly, the front door burst open and in strode Toni, Mamma Italia’s strapping young son. He was a sight to behold – tall, muscular, with a mop of dark curls and a roguish grin. “Mamma!” he called out. “I’m home!”

Mamma Italia turned, her ample bosom heaving as she wiped her hands on her apron. “Toni, caro! Just look at you. Growing more handsome every day.” She crossed the room and embraced him, pressing her soft body against his firm one.

Toni chuckled, his hands lingering on her wide hips. “Mamma, you’re impossible. Always ready with a hug.” His gaze drifted to Antonella, who was watching the reunion with a knowing smile. “Buona sera, Antonella. Voi siete bellissima stasera.”

Antonella blushed, flattered by the young man’s compliment. “Grazie, Toni. You’re too kind.” She set down her knife and approached, weighing her heavy breasts in her hands. “How about you help your poor old Mamma with dinner, mmm? She could use a strong man like you.”

Toni grinned wolfishly. “I thought you’d never ask.” He stepped closer, one hand sliding up Antonella’s thick thigh, under her skirt. “But first, perhaps you ladies could help me with something?”

Mamma Italia raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Toni rolled his gaze heavenward in mock exasperation. “Mamma, I’m a growing boy. I have needs.” He reached out to cup Mamma Italia’s plump rear, kneading the soft flesh. “Perhaps you and Antonella could help me… relieve some tension?”

Mamma Italia laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “Always the charmer, aren’t you? Well, since you asked so nicely…” She captured Toni’s face in her hands and kissed him deeply, her tongue plundering his mouth. “Take us to bed, caro. Show us what a real man can do.”

Toni needed no further encouragement. He swept Antonella up in his arms and carried her towards the stairs, Mamma Italia following close behind. In the bedroom, they stripped each other naked, revealing acres of soft white skin and jutting, rosy nipples. Toni’s cock sprang free, thick and hard, a pearl of moisture beading at the tip.

“Basta!” Mamma Italia commanded. “Get on the bed, both of you. I want to taste my Toni’s cock.” She watched as her son positioned himself on his back, his shaft standing at attention. Antonella straddled his face, her heavy tits swaying as she settled her dripping slit over his mouth.

Mamma Italia crawled towards Toni, her thick thighs parting to reveal her glistening, hair-lined cunt. She took his cock in hand, guiding it to her lips. She began to suckle, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she pumped his shaft with her fist. Toni groaned into Antonella’s pussy, the doubled sensation nearly overwhelming him.

After several long, glorious minutes, Mamma Italia pulled away, her lips wet and swollen. “Toni, it’s time to fuck us. Fuck your Mamma like a good boy.”

Toni flipped Antonella off his face and onto her back, then rose to his knees. He positioned himself at his mother’s eager entrance and thrust deep, burying his thick cock in her tight heat. Mamma Italia cried out, her back arching off the bed as she was stretched wide around him.

“Dio, Toni!” she gasped. “You’re so big! So deep!” She grasped his pumping hips, her nails digging into his taut flesh. “Fuck me, Toni! Fuck your Mamma!”

Toni obliged, slamming into her over and over, the lewd slap of flesh on flesh filling the room. Antonella watched, one hand between her legs, frigging her clit as she brought herself closer to release.

After several intense minutes, Toni pulled out of Mamma Italia’s dripping cunt and rolled her onto her belly. “On your knees, Mamma!” he ordered. “I’m going to fuck your gorgeous ass.”

Mamma Italia complied eagerly, thrusting her round, jiggling rear towards her son. Toni gripped her wide hips and plunged inside, the tight ring of muscle yielding to his insistent cock. Mamma Italia screamed in pleasure, her back bowing as he filled her so completely.

Toni pounded into her relentlessly, each hard thrust driving her forward. Antonella sidled up to them, taking Mamma Italia’s face in her hands and kissing her deeply, swallowing her cries of ecstasy.

“Enough!” Mamma Italia suddenly cried, breaking the kiss. “Toni, get that beautiful cock out of my ass. I want you to come on my tits.”

Toni withdrew with a spurt of regret, his slick cock bobbing in the air. He knelt over his mother’s heaving breasts, grasping his shaft and pumping furiously. Within seconds, he was coming, thick ropes of pearly seed splattering over Mamma Italia’s creamy flesh and rosy nipples.

Mamma Italia moaned, arching her back to receive his offerings. “Bravo, Toni! So much fucking come! Soyonora,Antonella! Toni has made a mess on Mamma’s tits!”

Antonella leaned forward, lapping up the creamy fluid with long, slow strokes of her tongue. Toni watched, his softening cock twitching with renewed interest as his mother and her friend cleaned him of his seminal excess.

When the last drop had been consumed, Mamma Italia pushed Antonella away and looked to her son with glittering eyes. “Toni, you filthy, sexy man. I think you’ve earned your dinner now.”

Toni laughed, the sound edged with exhaustion and deep satisfaction. “Grazie, Mamma. Your cooking is always the best, but your…appetizer was exquisite.”

The three of them rose, streaking their cum-splattered bodies with perfunctory wipes of Mamma Italia’s skirt before making their way to the kitchen. The pasta was waiting, steaming and divine, and they devoured it while the last light faded outside.

Later, as the stars twinkled above, Mamma Italia settled on the porch with Toni under a blanket. Antonella had slipped away, sated and content. Mamma Italia sighed, her fingers tracing patterns on Toni’s chest.

“Toni, dolcezza,” she murmured. “Hand me my phone, will you? I want to send your father a message.”

Toni frowned. “Are you not satisfied with what we just did, Mamma? Did I not please you?”

Mamma Italia laughed, ruffling his hair. “You pleasured me greatly, Toni. But I need more. So I’m inviting Daddy home. We’re going to do it all over again, but this time with more hands and mouths. I hope you’re up for it, carino.”

Toni grinned, his cock stirring at the thought. “Mamma, I’m always up for you. Let’s just hope Daddy doesn’t wear me out too much. I need to be ready for work tomorrow!”

Mamma Italia chuckled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she typed out a message to her soon-to-be”号dived Câmara. The night promised to be long and very, very satisfying. Just the way she liked it.