"Not a chance, Mom," Mike laughed. "We ain't gonna let you go until you're so full of cum, it pours out your ears."

As Mike spoke, he rammed his cock, even harder up her cunt. At the same time, he pushed her tits together with his hands and bit down, taking both nipples inside his mouth.

"Mmmmmmm, fucking and sucking," Mike said, his voice a hungry gurgle of lust.

Wanda felt as if her world had come to an end. There was no way she could possibly change what had happened. Both her sons had fucked her. Both cocks had jabbed deeply into her pussy where only Stan's prick belonged.

She felt humiliated and used and still very angry.

As he fucked, however, she realized it was a wasted emotion. They obviously didn't have any intention of freeing her any time soon. She might be held a slave like this until Stan got home!

Jesus, what will my cunt feel like after days and days of hard fucking? she wondered. They might really damage me!

"You know, Mom? Your pussy is just as nice as Brenda's." Mike said, spitting her nipples from his mouth.

"Thanks," Wanda said, her voice hard. How could he even compare her to that little whore in the living room?

"Boy, I remember the day I poked out her cherry," Mike continued. "Hell, your pussy's as tight as hers was then."

Wanda let her, mind wander to what it must have felt like for Brenda when Mike had fucked her for the first time. With a cock that size, her first fuck must have just about killed her. She was used to Stan's enormous prick, but for a cherry to have to go through that with a cock just as big.

"And she squealed like a stuck pig," Mike laughed. "But ever since, she just can't get enough of my cock."

"You bastard!" Wanda spat.

"Just like you, probably," Mike said. "After we fuck it to you for a few days, I'll just bet you start crawling – begging – for us to fuck you all the time!"