Empty Nest Mom

Zac bursts through the front door waving acceptance letters and shouting for his step-mom. He sprints down the hall and finds London River in the master bedroom, peeling off her workout shirt. She turns around, tits out, totally chill. He blurts out the big news, she smiles, and they throw their arms around each other. Her bare breasts mash into his chest and suddenly the hug feels a little too good. Zac lingers, his palms sliding down the smooth skin of her back, until she winces. She rolls her sore shoulders and tells him the spin class kicked her ass, so he offers a quick massage. London climbs onto the bed and he straddles her hips, digging his thumbs into tight muscles. His hands wander forward, fingertips brushing the soft swell of her tits. London catches him, teases him, and asks what he’s really feeling. Zac blurts that his dad never treats her right, that he’s the one who wants to touch her, taste her, make her moan. London rolls onto her back, spreads her legs, and guides his shaky hand between them. Two fingers slide into her wet pussy while she arches and gasps, and within seconds Zac has her pinned, fucking her deep and hard, big tits bouncing under him, every filthy family fantasy finally coming true.