Homemade – Super Hot Cumshot Compilation! Huge Cumload

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the perfectly manicured lawn a fiery orange as Alex pulled into the driveway. He zipped up his hoodie, concealing the bulge that had formed in his jeans during the car ride home. anticipation.

Inside, all was quiet. His mom, Jess, must have already put his little sister to bed. Good, that meant he’d have the living room all to himself. Alex made a beeline for the couch, flopping down and grabbing his phone. He opened a secure browser, navigating to his favorite porn site. The videos there were different; less staged, more authentic. Real people, caught in the heat of the moment.

A search for “amateur cumshots” yielded a jackpot: “Homemade – Super Hot Cumshot Compilation! Huge Cumload.” Alex clicked play, restarting the video he’d watched more times than he cared to admit. As the first scene loaded, he palmed himself through his jeans, feeling that familiar ache.

Onscreen, a stunning brunette knelt before the camera. She wore nothing but a lacy black bra and thong, her perky tits threatening to spill over the straining cups. Her plump lips wrapped around the thick cock bobbing in front of her face, stretching obscenely wide. Alex’s own cock throbbed in his pants as the brunette deepthroated the lucky bastard to the hilt.

“Fuck yes,” Alex breathed, unzipping his fly and freeing his aching member. He stroked slowly, savoring the forbidden thrill of the scene. This girl was a pro, no doubt about it. Her head bobbed enthusiastically, slurping and gagging around the veiny shaft while two dainty hands worked the base and balls.

The camera angle changed, showing the brunette’s toned ass wiggling in the air. Her thong was soaked, riding up between juicy cheeks. She reached back to tug it to the side, revealing a perfectly puffy pussy, slick with arousal. Alex bit his lip, imagining what it would feel like to bury himself inside that tight pink cunt.

Suddenly, the guy onscreen tensed, hands fisting in the brunette’s hair. Stream after stream of hot cum erupted from his throbbing cock, splashing against her face and filling her mouth. The girl moaned euphorically, eyes fluttering shut, clearly loving every second. Alex groaned, gripping himself tighter as he pictured the salty taste, the heavy warmth sliding down his own throat. The shot held long after the brunette had been drenched in spunk, framing her cum-splattered face in all its sticky glory.

Alex heard a noise, a soft creak. Heart hammering, he minimized the browser on his phone and zipped himself up, hoping his mom hadn’t noticed the prominent tent in his jeans. He glanced up…and his eyes went wide.

His mom, Jess, stood in the living room doorway, braless tits straining against a thin white tank top. She wore tiny cotton shorts featuring the University of Miami logo, likely relics from her college days. Ashes from the lit cigarette dangling from her fingers sprinkled onto the carpet. Alex gaped at her, unsure how much she had seen.

“I was, ah, hoping for a quiet night,” Jess said, eyeing her son with a look he couldn’t decipher. “Thought you might be busy with some, ah, homework.” She almost sounded…amused. But how could she not be furious, or disgusted, or both?

Alex flushed, unable to meet his mother’s gaze. “Sorry, I was just, um… dosing off, I think…”

Jess regarded him for a long moment, her eyes trailing down to his crotch. His insistent semi-tent. When her gaze met his again, her pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed in a way that had nothing to do with her cigarette. Did he detect a hint of a smirk? Surely not.

“Tell you what,” she said slowly, taking a long drag. “How about a mommy-son movie night? We can get cozy on the couch, maybe open a bottle of wine…” She trailed off meaningfully. “Make it up to me, while you finish your ‘homework’…”

Alex’s cock sprang fully to attention at his mother’s proposal, a wet spot forming on his jeans where the tip leaked pre-cum. “I, uh…sure, Mom. That sounds nice.”

Jess strolled over to the wine rack, thumbing through the selections. Alex watched hungrily as her round ass swayed with each step, the thin shorts riding up between her cheeks. His mind reeled, imagining what lap he’d like to have that juicy bubble butt perched on…

“Oooh, your dad left some nice cabernet!” Jess procured a bottle and waved it in the air triumphantly. “C’mon, son. Help Mommy uncork it while she grabs the comfy blankets…”

Alex practically hopped off the couch–oh, fuck, his erection wobbled obscenely with the force of his movement. Jess gave him an approving smile, a playful wink, as she sauntered off to the linen closet. Maybe his own mother was a secret freak, Alex thought feverishly. Maybe this night would be way more mind-blowing than anything he could have imagined…

He watched her ass disappear around the corner, pulse pounding, soul on fire. Fuck, he hoped his father never came back…