Can't Stop Staring At Mom!

Cherie DeVille’s step-son can’t keep his eyes off her. She catches him gawking at her tits, staring at her ass, even barging into the shower while she’s naked. Enough’s enough. She pulls him onto the couch, blonde hair falling over her big tits as she lays it out straight. She’s not pissed. She gets it—he’s eighteen, horny, no girlfriend to fuck the tension out of him. But the sneaking around stops here. If he’s going to jerk off anyway, she’s going to show him exactly how a woman does it. Cherie peels off her top, lets those heavy tits bounce free, then slips out of her panties. Legs spread wide, she drags two fingers through her wet pussy, showing him every slow stroke, every teasing circle around her clit. When she’s dripping and breathing hard, she slides one slick finger back, presses it to her asshole, and eases it in, fucking her own ass with the same steady rhythm she uses on her cunt. She moans low, proud, like she’s daring him to look away. ‘See how it’s done?’ she purrs, curling her finger deeper. ‘Now you know what you’ve been missing.’