Chapter 309 Busty Mom And The Bullies:>59

• With steam rising from the hot bullets of pelting water, Elliott thought the scene happening before him looked like something out of a high-class porno film. Just knowing that it was his mother stroking those three huge cocks, which had quickly become rock-hard under her soapy pumping hands, made it so much better than any porno film could be. And that look of pure desire on her face as the three boys kissed her and passed her back and forth as they groped her made it even better. Elliott knew that look of wanton rapture he saw in her eyes was real, not something a porn actress would put on for the camera. No, this was the real thing. Her hands readily moved from one prodigious cock to the next, their rigid erections hard as stone pillars beneath her eagerly-stroking hands. Elliott's own cock was as hard as can be, pressing painfully against the front of his jeans. He felt like he wanted to whip it out right there and jerk off as he watched, but he didn't know if that would meet with Jamal's approval or not. So he continued to sit there and watch, hoping he wouldn't go off in his pants.
• Elliott saw Jamal speak quietly to his two friends. They both nodded and then the three of them led his mother over to the marble sheets lining the side wall of the shower. Elliott still had an almost perfect view, even though they had moved to the side. Gunner and Zeke stood on each side of her, rivulets of soapy water running off her stunning body and slithering snake-like down the drain. Jamal moved in front of her. Elliott saw her look down at Jamal's cock, which was thrusting up, his stallion-like erection looking angry and menacing as it bobbed up and down with each powerful beat of his heart. Elliott realized the look in her eyes was much like his own, full of both excitement, and fear.
• Jamal said something to his friends that Elliott couldn't hear. Gunner and Zeke moved in close on each side of her and reached down, each of them slipping a hand beneath her thigh closest to them while their other arm circled around her back. They lifted her up and, as they did so, she instinctively put an arm around each of their necks. Once they had her up and in position with her back to the wall, they pulled her legs apart. Elliott saw her panty-covered mound come clearly into view through the hazy steam. The tiny white panties they'd brought for her to wear were soaked to the point of being almost transparent. Even from across the room, Elliott could make out the defined line of her slit beneath the sodden fabric. He wondered how much of that wetness was from the spray of the shower, and how much was from it being soaked through from the inside out. He looked up at his mother's face. It was clear that she didn't know what was happening to her, but Elliott could see that she looked more excited than frightened by what they doing to her.