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“Do you have any money sweetheart? Mommy just needs to borrow a little something, do you have any?” She was speaking very quickly and quietly, trying to sound calm. Now my mom was still using, but best I could figure she was only able to afford some every other week, and she was doing fine with that.. Because she had no choice, but just like with Kyle, as soon as she learned there was a way to get more without needing money her addict brain told her that she could get high again, and once she let herself believe that, nothing was going to stop her. “Um, no mom, I don’t really have anything.” I was laying in bed looking up at her. “Oh but you had some for your sister!.. Do I have to suck your cock teen too!? Is that what you want?! You want mommy to suck your cock for money!?” I couldn’t even respond, as she spoke she climbed on top of me and yanked down my boxers. My prick sprang out already half hard. She leaned down masturbating over me, straddling my legs, one hand on the mattress holding blowjob oral herself up, the other gripping my erection like a vice. She seemed to hesitate for a second, I thought maybe she’d change her mind, but she lowered her head and took me in her mouth. She used her hand along my shaft more than my sister did, it was amazing. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch her. The whole teens house was quiet except for the faint rhythmic slurping of my mother’s lips around the head of my cock. I made no effort to stop her, I’m not proud of myself, but would I? I loved this. Just past my mother’s rising and falling head I saw movement. My sister standing in the shadows of my bedroom doorway, watching, angry. Not with me of course, but with my mom, telling her she couldn’t do this, only to go and do it herself. “I bet your daddy will enjoy her when blowjob she's old enough.” "Roger, she looks so much like Christine. I heard a knock at the front door. “Damn, you have a great body,” he said. I masturbating stood up, stretching. "Aye," teens He smiled and grabbed my hips. “Yes daddy.” My two teen creations loved me. They worshiped me I gripped both their heads by the hair, holding oral them to me.