JOI MOMMY ITALIANO – mamma porca fa segare e sborrare il migliore amico di suo figlio

The solar was setting over the Tuscan hills, portray the sky in hues of orange and pink. It was an exquisite night, excellent for a romantic dinner – if Mamma Porca hadn’t simply made a idiot of herself on digital camera once more.

Lena had poured her coronary heart and soul into the spaghetti aglio e olio, tossing the noodles with garlic, oil, chili flakes and grated Parmesan. She had set the desk with the best china, lit candles, and even introduced out the great wine. Her son Luca was meant to be house any minute.

But when the doorbell rang, it wasn’t Luca standing on the doorstep. It was Marco, Luca’s finest good friend and complete asshole. The punk had a roguish grin on his chiseled face.

“Ciao bella,” he purred, pushing previous Lena into the lobby. “La cucina puzza di dimentico. You made spaghetti again?” His eyes raked over Lena’s curves appreciatively.

Lena blushed and fidgeted with the collar of her silk gown. This was not how she had imagined their night going. “Ciao Marco,” she stated demurely. “I thought you were Luca.”

Marco smirked. “Povera Lena, always expecting me to be someone else.” He stepped nearer, backing the busty MILF towards the wall. “You know,” he murmured, “a woman like you shouldn’t be cooking for her son. You should be servicing a real man.”

Lena felt as if she could not breathe. Her thighs trembled and the area between her legs throbbed. “Marco, please,” she breathed, “Your friends right behind that door.”

“Then keep your voice down,” he growled, slipping a hand inside her gown to grope her tits. “Let me fuck your brains out, per favore, and this juicy body too.” He licked the rim of her ear. “Mamma Porca, I’ve been dreaming of this bubble butt since I was 16.”

Despite herself, Lena was getting moist. How lengthy had it been since a person had touched her like that? Between her dishonest ex and elevating Luca alone, she hadn’t had a correct fuck in ages. She arched into Marco’s contact, moaning softly.

Just then, the doorbell rang once more. Luca was house. Mamma Porca froze, then shoved Marco away. “Pronto,” she croaked. “Get out there!”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Marco turned on his heel and strutted out, leaving Lena to straighten herself out solo. She took a number of deep breaths, fluffed her hair, and glued her gown earlier than heading to the lobby.

“Hello honey, how was your day?” she requested brightly as Luca got here in, burying her disgrace and need. She hoped to God the tent in her gown wasn’t noticeable.

But Luca wasn’t fooled. He gave Lena a penetrating look, then glanced at Marco, who stood there leering at them with unmistakable guilt. Luca’s jaw clenched.

“Oh no, what did you do?” Luca exploded at his good friend. “Dio mio, were you about to do her? In our house?”

“What? No! Of course not!” Marco protested. “I’m not an animal!” But his gaze stored sliding right down to Lena’s still-exposed cleavage.

Lena blushed beet purple and tied her gown extra tightly. Her son knew! Marco’s filthy intentions had been written throughout his silly face. Oh God, her mommy cred was shot for certain. She needed to crawl below the closest rock and die.

“Forget dinner, both of you,” Luca stated coldly. “Go to your rooms. NOW.”

Both pissed off however not daring to disobey, the mixed-aged duo trudged off to reverse sides of the home. Lena threw herself on her mattress and buried her face in a pillow, praying as we speak was only a dangerous dream.

But about half-hour later, there was a knock at her door. It was Luca. Lena sat up, eyes vast and hair matted.

“Luca -” she began.

“Shut up Mamma Porca,” Luca stated, voice tough with anger and one thing else. “I heard everything. Pervert Marco. And some slutty slut trying to seduce her son’s best friend. I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. Now strip.”

Lena’s eyes widened. Blood rushed to her core and her pussy clenched.

“Is Marco here?” she requested tremulously.

“No. Should he be?” Luca superior into the room. “Strip. Now. Or I’ll rip the robe off myself.” He checked out Lena like he needed to devour her.

At the risk, Lena’s legs gave method and she or he sank onto the mattress. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered. “I’m your mother…”

“We shouldn’t what? Pirlo,” Luca scoffed. “Violent yourself. Se no lo farò io.” He reached for Lena once more.

Lena bit her lip and obeyed, rising to face and shrug out of the now-soaked gown. It fell to the ground, leaving Lena bare and uncovered.

“Baciami if you want to stop,” Luca murmured, thumbs stroking Lena’s face. He tugped her shut, lips touchdown on her with a starvation that made her head spin. Lena moaned and surrendered to his ferocious kiss.

Mommy Filth. Parricide. This was so mistaken. Breathless and dizzy, Lena broke free. “I can’t…this can’t…”

“Shut up, Mamma Porca,” Luca growled, lips quick on her delicate throat. He sucked and nibbled, leaving marks. “You want me to stop? Then stop me.”

Taking him at his phrase, Lena put her palms flat on Luca’s chest and pushed. Hard. Luca tumbled backwards and bounced on the mattress.

Seizing the second, Lena straddled Luca’s hips. Reaching down, she freed his huge erection – a far cry from little Marco’s child dick. She rubbed her dripping slit alongside his swollen head and shaft, staining it together with her juices. “Come fuck your Mamma,” she purred, “Per favore.”

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