The gangbang of me and my mother was like being cleansed of all inhibitions; we had been reborn as even worse sluts than before.
Mom played with her neck while she masturbated on the couch, watching tv. She often craved a strong hand wrapped around her neck, she tried to choke herself but her own hand was never tight enough for her.
Mom’s skin may crave hard impacts and constriction, but after the gangbang? God, my skin needed jizz sprayed all over me regularly or I just start feeling different. I’ve come to love and expect loads to land on my big fake tits, my stomach, and especially my face often. Its become a kind of OCD at this point.
Mom grabbed my head as i was sitting down with her on the couch.
“Come here you little slut!” Mom said, making me bite my lip as she threw me down on the floor, between her legs.
I hesistated, wondering if maybe she wanted me to hit her. Instead, in my pause, she hit me. Slapped me right across my slutty face. Well, i know i love it when men do it, but mom? Hell no.