Mom Catches Son Fucking Her Best Friend – Part 2 – [MF][M/s][incest][mom son][mommy good boy][seduction]

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Monica woke and the first thing she did was get her vibrator from her side drawer. She slept in the nude so she immediately started masturbating. At her party, she really wanted to hook up with one of her old friends, but the evening took an unexpected turn and she soon found herself wanting to get with her son. She was still thinking about it, days later.

She woke with a sense of guilt hanging over her for thinking such thoughts. Nevertheless, she recognised that she didn’t get laid on her birthday and hasn’t had any luck with dates since, so she needed to do something to appease her sexual frustration.

As she pressed the vibrator against her pussy lips, treasuring the tingling, tickling sensation as her pussy got wetter, she kept thinking about which of her friends she would have liked to have slept with – even her best friend, Claire.

She thought about one of her old friends thrusting into her, or Claire kissing her or eating her pussy, as they often did back in college. As she pressed her vibrator deeper inside her pussy, thoughts of her son slipped into her thoughts. Each time she thought of her son, she hesitated. Confused between feeling guilty and aroused she forced herself to think of others.

However, as the minutes went by and she was no closer to an orgasm, she couldn’t shake the thought of her son. Annoyed, guilty and frustrated, she decided to do some cleaning around the house in the meantime – it was her way of processing her thoughts.

She got out of bed to get dressed. Considering that she’ll be moving around a lot while cleaning, she opted for a pair of black yoga pants. Next, she picked out one of her tank tops and walked towards her mirror to get dressed.

She pressed her hands against her breasts, as she did on occasion to appreciate how perky her breasts still were for her age. She then ran her hands down her tummy to her crotch to caress her shaved pussy, proud of the slim figure she worked very hard to maintain.

She slipped into the black yoga pants. As she pulled them up, they slid over her smooth, long legs. Turning in each direction, she caressed her firm, round ass and smiled as the yoga pants, tight against her skin, complemented her figure.

She also took note of the fact that they left little to the imagination, conforming tightly against her crotch – she could see the outline of her labia and curvature of her ass cheeks was blatant. Ensuring stains from her wet pussy weren’t showing, she continued to check herself out.

When she turned back around, she put on her white tank top and ran her hands from her breasts down, appreciating how the material clung to her skin. She turned to her side, checking if her breasts were at least somewhat concealed. After she caught her son staring at the party, she was conscious of his interest in women with large chests. Although she didn’t pay too much attention to covering up, she liked the looks she got from people, even family.

Her long, black hair reached just past her shoulders – she tied it into a ponytail, then slipped into her trainers and made her way downstairs to assess which room needed cleaning the most. But first, she prepared breakfast.

The smell must have woken her son, Kevin, as he came stumbling into the kitchen wearing only his boxer shorts and yesterday’s t-shirt. Her daughter Lara, doesn’t usually wake up until a little later.

“Good morning, Kevin, my dear son,” said Monica in a cheerful manner. She made up two plates of food and placed them on the table before greeting her son with kiss on the cheek. She then patted him on the cheek to wake him up a little more.

“Morning, Mom,” said Kevin, with some hesitancy, still afraid his mother will get mad over how he fucked her best friend, Claire.

Monica couldn’t shake the thought of her son fucking her best friend, even though the party was last week. Her friendly demeaner was starting to dwindle because of it was soon overtaken by jealousy.

“Well, have you kept in touch with Claire?” She asked him with raised eyebrows as he hung his head in shame. She noticed his eyes were looking at her chest. “Ahem, look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“No, not at all. She left early, remember?” Kevin said, struggling to put together a thoughtful answer.

“Did you think that I’d forget the fact that, you know, you had sex with my best friend,” she said in a stern tone.

“Mom, it was her that came on to me. I’m sorry, but -”

“But what? Look, let’s just have some breakfast. I’ll think up of a way I can punish you in the meantime.”

“Punish me. What do you mean?” He asked with a slightly worried look.

Monica panicked as she didn’t really have a plan in mind yet to get with her son, she was still conflicted if she even wanted to or not. “You can help me clean the house. That’s your punishment.”

They finished their breakfast and as Kevin was about to return to his room, his mother stopped him.

“Hey, you’re not getting away with it that easily.” She took the dishes to the kitchen sink. “I’ll wash, you’ll dry.”

It wasn’t long before Monica had filled the sink with hot, soapy water. As her son approached her side to dry, she began to clean the dishes, making elaborate movements that caused the hot, soapy water to splash onto her chest and soak her top.

“Oops,” she said, playfully. She looked down and saw that her white tank top had essentially become transparent. It clung to her skin and her nipples were clearly visible. Pretending to think nothing of it, she resumed washing the dishes, but in the corner of her eye, she noticed her son taking little sneak peeks.

She kept teasing her son with her big wet tits. Eventually, he dropped a plate. It smashed into a couple of pieces on the floor. Monica, bent down to pick up the pieces, giving her son a wonderful view down her top. She had it all cleaned up, but still knelt down in front of her son as if to look for more pieces.

Her head was very close to her son’s crotch and she moved in closer so he couldn’t move away from the counter. And as she looked around, it was clear that her son’s dick was growing – it was almost poking her in the face. And just as she was about to get up, it did.

“Oh, Sweetie, did I cause that?” She asked him as she still knelt there, looking up at him, her face millimetres away from touching her son’s cock. She looked at his bulge for a moment and smiled, proud that she could still make such a young man so hard.

“Uh, Mom…” Kevin tried to alert his mom that his sister Lara had just entered the kitchen. With the noise from the plate smashing and then cleaning it up, she mustn’t have noticed.

Monica started to stand up, rising up while staying very close to Kevin, placing her hands on his legs and then his chest to steady herself. On her way up she made sure her son’s cock grazed against her chest and as much of her body as possible. His pants even got a little wet.

“Mom, Kevin, what was all that noise? Did something break?” She asked this as she fixed up her long, blonde hair. She was wearing a low-cut sundress, showing off her ample cleavage and as she then moved towards the counter to look for the car keys, her mom, in shock, turned around to face her.

“Hey, Lara, Darling. Are you going out?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting Emer. We’re going for a walk, then a small bite to eat.” She then noticed her mother’s soaked top. “Eww, Mom. Your top is soaking wet. You can see *everything*.

“Oh! Sorry. I was just cleaning the dishes with Kevin and -” She was interrupted by the look of confusion on her daughter’s face. She noticed Lara’s eyes moving down towards Kevin’s crotch where he had water stains; her face turned to disgust. Then, Monica moved in front of him to hide his raging erection from his sister’s view.

“What’s going on between you two?” She looked at them with suspicion. “Actually… whatever, you’ve both been acting so weird the last couple of days. Anyway, I’m leaving now. I’ll be back soon.”

“Bye, Lara,” said Monica and she waved goodbye to her daughter. She then turned her attention back to her son. “Well, you can finish off the dishes. I’ll go up and change. Then, we can start clearing out the house.” She donned a mischievous smile. “And, we’ll start with your room, okay? It’s a mess.”

Kevin didn’t have much time to protest. His Mom leaned into him, pressing her body against his and kissed him on the cheek. She then winked at him as she walked away.

*

Up in her room, Monica could barely handle the rush of excitement she felt when teasing her son. Any feelings of guilt had become minimal. Now that her daughter wasn’t home, it was the perfect time to get with her son and deal with the sexual frustration that had been building since her party.

She just grabbed one of the baggy t-shirts she had and then made her way to her son’s room. When she closed her door behind her, she met her son in the hallway.

“Hey, Kevin. I’m ready to tidy your room. Let’s go!” She said enthusiastically.

“Sure, Mom. I’ll just be a sec, I just have to clear up some, um, stuff,” he mumbled as he tried to rush past her.

“I thought we were going to clear it out together,” she asked, approaching him, blocking his path. “What *stuff* do you have to clear up? What are you hiding?” She watched him suspiciously as she turned around and slowly walked towards her son’s room.

“Mom, please. I just have to clear a couple of things, then you can come in and help. Mom, please.” The desperation in his voice was becoming more and more apparent.

Monica ignored him and when she reached his door, she looked at him, smiling. “Let’s see what you’re hiding then, son.”

She entered his room and took note of all the posters on the wall. There was even one or two new ones, she noticed. As she walked through the room, doing her best not to trip up over the piles of clothes and other sorts of mess, she noticed the TV in his room.

“Oh, now I see why you wanted to clear things up before I came in here.” She looked at the TV, then at her son and back at the TV. On screen was a very voluptuous woman, lying on a bed and she was massaging her big tits in one hand and fingering herself with the other, moaning loudly.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I guess I forgot to turn it off.” He hurriedly went to turn off the TV but his Mom, moving towards it, had blocked him. Instead, he went to his bed and began picking up clothes.

“No, it’s okay, son. It’s not much worse than the naked women you have plastered all over your walls.” She kept walking towards him and as she approached his bed, she tripped over a box that was sticking out from under it. “Oh, let me clear this up for you.”

“No, wait, I’ll put that somewhere safer, Mom,” said Kevin as he reached for the box in his Mom’s hands.

The box had no lid and so Monica was able to see the contents. She looked around the room and the posters on his wall, then at the TV with the porn and finally at the box of porn magazines and DVDs. She started to get a little worried for her son – all this porn – she saw an opportunity to teach her son a lesson.

“Wow, Kevin. There’s a lot of magazines in here. Playboy, Penthouse. And not to mention, the DVDs – a lot of them have the word MILF on them.” She started taking out the magazines and DVDs and placing them on her son’s bed. Kevin started picking them up, frantically.

“It’s nothing. I’ll throw them out now. I’m sorry.” He was now, shaking form embarrassment, red faced and sweating.

“Don’t throw them out, Sweetie. Your father had quite the collection, too.” She examined some of the porn as she took it out.

“So, tell me, what is a MILF, exactly?” She finished placing all the mags and DVDs on his bed, then moved over to stand in front of him

He kept sitting there, on his bed picking up the magazines and DVDs his mom had put there. “Um, it just means, you know, an attractive, older woman.”

“Oh! So, you don’t fantasise about women your own age?”

“I do. It’s just -” He was interrupted by his mom pushing him down to lie flat on his bed. The DVDs and magazines sprawled all over the bed again.

“Like her…” She pointed toward the TV. “Is she a MILF, the woman on the TV?” As her son took a glance at the TV, she climbed on top of her son and straddled him.

“Uh, yeah, like her,” he responded, surprised and confused by is mother’s behaviour. His attention was no longer focussed on the porn playing on the TV, but on his mother, wearing her tight yoga pants and baggy t-shirt, which didn’t actually help much when concealing her big tits.

“You still didn’t answer my question. What does it really mean, what does it stand for?” She stared into his eyes in an attempt to appease some of his discomfort. “Don’t worry, son. You can tell me. You can tell me *anything*.” She chuckled as she waited for his response.

“It means… Mom, really. What are you doing?” He started to get nervous now. As much as he jerked off over Mommy porn, he never prepared for it actually happening.

“Well… Son, last night when you were having sex with my best friend, when I instructed you to jerk off, you stared at me with such lust while you stroked your cock. Then when we had breakfast, you got hard for me then, too. And…”

She started to grind against his crotch. “… it feels like you’re hard as a rock with me, your mother, sitting on top of you, right now… So, stop pretending like you don’t know what’s going on. Stop pretending like you don’t enjoy it.”

Kevin’s face became a little more relaxed and when Monice noticed this, so did she. But he also got a little redder, more turned on now that reality was starting to set in. He was in an intimate situation with a hot MILF, just like in porn, he didn’t care if it was his mother.

“So, Sweetie. Are you going to tell me what MILF stands for, or will I look through these magazines to find out?” She picked up a magazine and opened it to the centrefold spread. “What about this girl here, is she a MILF?”

She watched as her son nodded in approval, but still didn’t answer her question. She picked up another magazine and did the same thing, and got the same response. She became frustrated.

“Son, enough. The longer you don’t tell me, the more I want to know. Tell me what MILF stands for, now!”

“Um, it means… it stands for Mother I’d Like to Fuck.” He gulped anxiously as his mother stared at him with raised eyebrows and she began to smile.

“Huh. Now that’s *interesting*,” she paused for thought. “Is that what guys your age fantasise about, fucking mothers? Surely, they mean other people’s mothers, right?” She feigned a shocked look. “Wait, do people actually jerk off to and want to fuck their own mothers?”

“Mom, it’s not like that, I swear. It doesn’t literally mean -”

Monica leaned into her son and pressed her finger against his lips. “Shh. I said no more pretending.” When her son had calmed down, she resumed talking. “So, you fantasise and jerk off to porn where people fuck their mothers… That makes sense. Why don’t you take off your clothes and start jerking your cock now?”

Monica got off of her son and walked over and locked the door, just in case her daughter Lara came back early.

“What do you mean, Mom?”

“Well, I made up with Claire and she was telling me about everything that went on. And I mean *everything*. See, Claire is a very attractive woman – lovely face, large breasts and a nice ass. She’s a MILF, right?

The look of fear upon her son’s face had returned after he took off his t-shirt. He didn’t know how to respond. He continued to take off his pants.

“Claire told me something interesting. She said that even though you were in the presence of a MILF, who, by the way, wanted to have sex with you, all you could think about was… someone else.” She watched with joy as her son lay on his bed naked. “That’s it, Sweetie. Now, stroke that cock for Mommy.”

Kevin was now caught between looking at the Porn on his TV and looking at his Mom, who was playing with the end of her baggy t-shirts as she walked towards him.

“Claire also said that the *someone else* you couldn’t stop thinking about … was me, your mother. Does that make me a Milf? Does that make me *your* MILF?” She reached the end of the bed. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to fuck your mother? That’s why you jerk off to all this Mommy porn, isn’t it?”

“Uh, Yeah, Mom. I want to. I want to fuck you, Mom.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She started to lift up the ends of her baggy t-shirt. “But there’s still one difference between the girls you jerk off to, and me, isn’t there?” She paused for a moment. “You haven’t seen your mother naked.”

She then pulled the ends of the t-shirt up, her hard nipples poking through the material. At first, she teased some underboob before taking her t-shirt off entirely. She jiggled her tits and then started to caress them.

Kevin looked at his Mother in shock. He stopped jerking off and took in the glorious view of his half naked Mother standing before him. His eyes widened at the sight of her big tits and he watched as she squeezed her large breasts with her hands.

“Hey! Did I say stop? Come on, stroke that hard dick for Mommy.”

Monica then slid her fingers underneath the waistband of her yoga pants. She teased a view of her shaved pussy before turning around. She did a playful little dance to show off her firm, round ass and then slid the yoga pants down her smooth, slender legs.

As the pants slid past her ass, she provided her son with a glorious view of her glistening, wet pussy. She kicked her pants to the side and gave her ass a gentle slap with both hands before turning back around to face her son.

She stood at the end of her son’s bed and put her hands on her hips, watching as her son stroked his dick for her. She was fascinated by the size of her son’s dick and it brought her great pleasure to see it so hard, and his little, occasional groans just made her want him even more.

She climbed onto the end of the bed and crawled towards him. She slowed down as she approached his dick, then leaned in towards it – her big tits often touched off his legs. He stopped jerking off, but she didn’t mind.

Looking at him in the eyes, she lowered her head and pressed her luscious, soft red lips against his balls. She kept kissing them over and over. She watched as her son’s ball contracted and twitch with each kiss.

She held his shaft in her hands, then started to kiss his shaft. Maintaining, her soft, gentle touch, she planted gentle kisses all the way up. She started to elicit quiet moans with each kiss, making sure each one last longer and longer.

When she reached the top, she swirled her tongue around the head of her son’s extra-sensitive dick and kissed the very top. Kevin leaned back in pleasure.

“Well, son. How does it feel having your fantasy become a reality?” She asked as she started jerking him off. “How does it feel to have your Mom suck your dick?”

She didn’t wait for a response. She gripped her son’s dick a bit tighter and with her thumb, she started rubbing around the extra-sensitive head, but only for a moment – she just wanted to see what how her son reacted if he was about to cum.

She allowed him to recover, then put her son’s dick in her mouth and started sucking on it, slowly at first. Her lips moved up and down his shaft and underneath, her tongue was getting it all nice and wet, just like her pussy.

She enjoyed the taste of her son and looked up at him often to see how he was handling her blowjob. She enjoyed sucking, licking and jerking her son’s cock.

Kevin started breathing a little faster, his tummy was contracting, then expanding as he could barely handle his mother sucking his rock-hard cock.

Monica picked up on the fact her son was close and slowed down a bit to eventually stop. She leaned forward some more and started to kiss her son just below his torso.

Kevin saw this as an opportunity to reach for his Mother’s big tits. He eagerly leaned forward and reached out with one of his hands. Monica caught his hand and grabbed the other one and pinned them down beside his head, bringing their face very close to each other. She whispered to him.

“Now, now, my dear son. This is the next part of your punishment. While you may get to have sex with me, you’re not allowed to touch me.” She waited for him to agree, but he didn’t manage to respond. “Mommy is going to fuck you, but you can’t touch Mommy. Do I make myself clear?” Still no response.

“Do I have to tie you up? Or are you going to be a good boy for Mommy?”

“No, Mommy. I won’t touch you. I swear.”

“That’s my good boy.” She then kissed him on the cheek as a reward for doing what she asked. And as she did, she felt her son push his hips up into her.

“Oh! You like when Mommy kisses you like that?” She kept his hands pinned down and kissed him all over his face.

“Yeah, Mom. It feels so good… I love you,” replied Kevin.

“Aww, Thanks, Sweetie. Mommy loves you too.” She continued to kiss him with each kiss getting closer and closer to his lips. After she covered his face with her lipstick, she kissed him on the lips before kissing him again, only this time she slipped her tongue into her son’s mouth. She moaned as they shared a long French kiss.

She moved away after kissing him and let go of his hands. “Did you enjoy that, Sweetie?” She rubbed her hands around her son’s chest, rubbing his pecs, his nipples, occasionally grazing her fingernails.

“Tell me, son, was Claire a good fuck?” She asked him this as she moved her hips back and pressed her wet pussy lips down on her son’s throbbing dick.

Kevin had a shocked look on his face, almost a fearful one. He was panicking as the thing he fantasised about the most was about the happen – his mom was about to fuck him.

“Yeah, Mom. She was so hot… Like you. God, you’re so fucking hot, Mom.”

“It’s a shame you didn’t get to cum inside her.” She started grinding her wet pussy against her son’s dick. “Did she rock back and forth like this?” She slid up and down her son’s dick, making sure to get it nice and wet and also to touch her pussy lips off his balls too.

“Yeah, she did, kinda.” Kevin was about to grab his mother by the waist, but stopped himself just in time. Instead, he tried his hardest not to cum while his Mom was griding her pussy against his dick and balls.

“And I bet you she fucked you so hard you were about to cum, weren’t you?” She started grinding even faster, moaning loudly. Her son lay back with his eyes shut as he tried his hardest not to cum. His body tensed as he groaned with restraint.

“And you just wanted her to keep going, like Mommy is now, didn’t you?” she pressed a little harder against his dick, but still kept her pace. She could see her son was about to explode.

“But then, Mommy stopped you from cumming inside her best friend.” She stopped grinding on him almost immediately and her son let out a loud sigh of relief as he caught his breath and recovered.

“Sorry, Sweetie. Mommy can be cruel sometimes.” She chuckled as her son lay there recovering. Her attention focussed on his dick – it was twitching constantly with a stream precum flowing from the tip – she knew her son wouldn’t last much longer.

She embraced herself as she confirmed that she did in fact want to have sex with her son. She acknowledged that she already crossed the line, but having full on sexual intercourse was finally a boundary that she was willing to cross.

“Let me make it up to you.” She started to caress her large breasts. Her nipples were hard she squeezed her tits then pinched her nipples. She was so horny for her son; she couldn’t wait any longer. “When you get close to cumming, and you will, very soon, Mommy won’t stop you this time. Okay, Sweetie?”

“Yeah, Mom,” he just about managed to say, but his face lit up with delight.

“Good boy.” She leaned into him and then lay down by his side. She placed one of her legs across his and started caressing his chest. She quickly picked up that her son was looking at her with confusion, while he jerked his cock to stay hard.

“Sweetie, you don’t think I’m going to do all the work now, do you?” She then nudged him over and laid on her back, cupping her breasts with her arm. “You’re the one that wanted to fuck your Mother… so fuck me, son.”

He hurriedly got up and stood before his mom who spread her legs out as he inched his dick towards his Mother’s pussy.

“Son, hurry up and put you dick inside me. Fuck me already. Your sister could be home any minute.” She massaged her clit as her son put his dick inside her. “Now, how does it feel to be inside your mother’s hot, wet, tight pussy? Now, fuck me you naughty little boy. FUCK ME!”

*

Outside, Lara was pulling into the driveway. She’d forgotten her purse and was making her way inside the house to go up to her room, which was opposite her brother’s.

Monica and Kevin failed to even notice the sound of her car against the gravel.

*

“Oh God, son. That feels so fucking good.” She gasped in pleasure as her son started thrusting into her. “That’s it, Sweetie. Fuck Mommy!”

“Mom, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Fuck me faster, son, harder. Mommy wants to feel you cum inside her.” She kept rubbing her clit, as her son picked up his pace.

Lara was walking up the stairs and was just starting to make out the noises.

Kevin was thrusting into his mother as fast and as hard as he could. His dick was so sensitive, he was going to cum very soon. His Mom could feel his dick inside her, she knew he was close.

“Are you going to cum for Mommy, like a good boy. Are you?” She started to look at him in the eyes to make the moment as intimate as possible.

Lara was now on the hallway and had noticed unusual sounds coming from her brother’s bedroom. She slowed down her walking so she could listen more carefully as she approached.

“OH FUCK! That’s it, Sweetie. Fuck Mommy. OH YES! Mommy loves your hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy.”

Lara was shocked, horrified even. She wondered if what she heard was even real.

“Mom, I gonna cum soon. I’m gonna -”

“Good boy, Sweetie. Just cum for Mommy. That’s it. YES! Pump all your cum inside Mommy.”

Kevin now focused hard on fucking his mother. He watched her tits bounce around as he fucked her, wishing he could touch them, squeeze them or even, put his dick between them.

“Come on, you naughty fucking boy… CUM FOR MOMMY!”

Lara was so shocked, she couldn’t move. Nor could she stop listening either. She pressed her ear closer to the door as reality set in and her Mom and her brother were having sex.

“OH, YES! Cum for Mommy, you naughty little boy. Cum for Mommy. That’s it! Just let it all out, Sweetie.” She continued to moan out loud and rub her clit. Seconds later she started cumming and her hot cum started to pour out of her pussy and all over her son’s dick.

Kevin kept fucking his mom. He was breathing heavy, grunting and groaning – he was just about to cum.

“That’s it, Sweetie. Be a good boy and cum for Mommy. Just let it all out. Yes, baby. Cum for Mommy, you naughty boy. Cum for Mommy, Sweetie. That’s it, you naughty fucking boy.”

Kevin couldn’t last any longer. He managed to thrust about couple more times before the feeling of his Mother’s hot tight pussy and her cum all over his dick made him explode inside her.

“Aww, Sweetie… YES! You just came for Mommy.” Monica basked in the pleasure of feeling her son’s cock pulsate and twitch inside her as it erupted with cum.

They laid side by side on the bed, elated and recovering. Monica, noticing her son was trying to contain his smile, also smiled as she knew she made her son happy. She leaned over and started to caress his face.

“Well, did you enjoy that, Sweetie?” She followed up the question with a kiss.

“Yeah, Mom. That was fucking amazing.”

“Good. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She kissed him again and moved her hand down to cup his balls. “Because, if I ever catch you fucking someone that’s close to me again, next time, I might not be so nice.”

She got up, allowing her son to process what she just said. Recognising the need to freshen up, she slipped back into her yoga pants and baggy t-shirt.

“Sweetie, I’m just going to have a shower. We’ll clean up your room some other time, okay?”

She fixed up her hair and opened his bedroom door to leave. Before exiting the room, she looked back and winked at her son, giving him a little wave before turning away and walking out. She then noticed her daughter was standing on the other side when the door opened fully.

“Mom? What… the … fuck?” Lara looked at her Mom in shock. She saw her Mom look back at her brother lying naked in his bed, his cock still hard. Her eyes widened with shock as she stared at her brother, who had a delayed reaction to covering himself up.

“Lara, Honey. It’s not what it looks like.”

“Mom, did you and Kevin…” She was at a loss for words.

They all exchanged glances while they each struggled to find something to say. Lara was the first.

“I actually can’t believe you had sex with each other. Like, that is so fucked up. What the fuck is happening?” She took one last look at her naked brother covering up his hard dick and then at her mother. She rolled her eyes and scoffed in disgust before escaping into her room.

Monica looked at her son, worried. “Don’t worry, son. I’m sure she’ll come around,” she said as if to convince herself too. She then ran to her room to shower.

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