Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Seven
- Hamlin
- May 15
- 4 min read
The backyard shimmered under the afternoon sun, a late summer haze turning the air sticky and thick. Ethan lounged on the patio, shirtless, sweat beading on his chest, a cold beer in hand. His dark eyes tracked Rachel through the sliding glass door—she’d slipped outside ten minutes ago, bikini top barely holding her tits, bottoms so tight they dug into her hips. She stretched out by the pool, towel spread on the grass, her curves gleaming with sunscreen. He’d fucked her ass that morning, cum still dripping down her thighs in the shower, and now his cock stirred again, tenting his shorts.
