Larisa and her son Victor, both carrying their full, curvaceous builds with confidence, strolled through the bustling mall. 'Victor, this store looks promising,' Larisa said with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling. 'Help me pick something that screams sexy, not matronly.' Victor grinned, 'Mom, with your figure, anything will turn heads—especially mine.' They selected two dresses, and Larisa headed to the fitting room. She emerged in the first, the fabric clinging to her ample hips and breasts. 'Well? Rate it, darling.' Victor shifted, his cock already hard in his pants. 'Incredible, Mom. That neckline is pure fire—you're making me sweat just looking.' Larisa laughed sharply, 'Flattery won't get you out of carrying bags, but points for wit.' She disappeared again for the second dress. Through the slight gap, Victor caught a glimpse: Larisa in lacy bra and panties, her full ass and thighs on display. Horny beyond reason, he slipped inside. 'Victor! Are you insane?' Larisa hissed, hands on hips, strong and unyielding. 'Get out now—this is ridiculous, even for you. Scram before I make a scene!' But Victor dropped to his knees, tugging her panties aside. 'Mom, you're dripping wet already. Let me taste that pussy.' His tongue found her clit, licking with fervor. Larisa's resistance wavered as pleasure built; she panted, 'You cheeky bastard... if you're going down there, do it properly—no half-measures.' Her hands gripped his hair, guiding him, not submitting but commanding the rhythm. The air grew thick with their heat, her pussy wet and dripping, his cock straining hard against his zipper. She moaned softly, 'That's it—make your mom come undone,' as the explosive tension mounted toward more.
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