In the quiet hum of the evening house, Mike lingered at the bedroom doorway, his pulse quickening as he watched his mother, Elena, bend to adjust the lamp. Her ass curved invitingly, and he felt himself growing horny at the sight. "Admiring the view, are we?" Elena's voice cut sharp and witty, turning with a knowing smirk. "You think I haven't noticed your lingering stares, Mike? Bold of you to eye your mother's ass like it's on the menu."
Mike flushed but met her gaze. "Maybe it's because you make it impossible to look away, Elena. That skirt clings like it's begging for attention."
She laughed, low and seductive, stepping closer. "Flattery with a side of cheek— I like it. But let's not pretend this is innocent. My pussy's already wet and dripping with anticipation from your little show. Care to do something about it, or are you all talk?"
Intrigued by her strong command, Mike entered, the air thickening. Elena didn't wait; she dropped to her knees with graceful power, her hands deftly freeing him. "Let's see what you've got," she quipped, taking his cock into her mouth for a blowjob that sent waves of pleasure through him, making it hard and throbbing instantly. "Mmm, responsive. I expected nothing less."
Sweating and panting, they moved to the bed, Elena guiding him with witty banter. "Think you can keep up? Or will I have to teach you how a real woman takes control?" Their bodies intertwined in an explosive rhythm, her pussy enveloping him as they built to climax. Both sweating and panting, Mike came with a load of cum deep inside her, the moment sealing their forbidden spark for chapters yet to unfold.
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