Helping Mom Get Over It: Part Three
- Hamlin
- Apr 30
- 5 min read
The kitchen shone with morning light, the air thick with coffee and tension. Ethan slouched at the table, mug in hand, his dark eyes tracking Rachel as she moved. She wore a tight tank top and denim shorts, her blonde hair loose, brushing her shoulders. Her tits swayed with each step, nipples stiff against the fabric, and Ethan’s cock stirred, memories of last night—her moaning, fingering her wet cunt—flooding back. He’d barely slept, jerking off twice more to the sound of her tranced-out “baby” echoing in his skull.
