Perverting His Legacy

Ruth storms inside, eyes red, shoulders tight. Calvin trails after her, keys still in his hand. "That greedy bastard," she spits, tossing her purse on the couch. "Treats my boy like he’s nothing because he didn’t pop out of my cunt." Calvin rubs the back of his neck, soft voice trying to cool her off. "We’re fine without it, Mom. We got each other." She shoots him a look that could melt steel, then a slow, wicked smile creeps in. "Oh, we’ll get it—on our terms." She steps close, big tits heaving against her blouse, voice dropping low and dirty. "You fuck a baby into me and his precious bloodline finally includes you. Three years? We’ll beat it in three weeks." Calvin’s eyes widen, but the tent in his jeans gives him away. Ruth pops the top button, lets those heavy tits spill free, and reaches for his belt like it’s already decided.