The house was silent except soft, breathy gasps of exertion and the wet, lewd sounds of sex. The slap of skin meeting skin echoed through the empty halls, punctuated by the occasional moan of pleasure, or maybe humiliation.
Jake loved it when his dad stayed late at the office—one-on-one time with his mom was something he was coming to find very precious, and the looming end of his Winter Break had him dreading the return to school. It was wonderful that his mom was so helpful in relieving stress, bending over backwards, or in this case forwards, to accommodate him.
He reached forward and pulled at her nipple, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another moan from Brandi as he pushed her face-down into the sofa’s cushion. She was bent over the arm of the loveseat, allowing her son a nice look at the lush curves of her hips and waist as her ass was lifted into the air. She was short, and her son tall, so she stood nearly on her tiptoes as each thrust of her son’s thick, throbbing cock nearly sent her spilling over the edge.