Ethan day dreams for a second

Mrs. Morgan stood there in a cream-colored blouse tucked into dark jeans. The fabric stretched across her chest in a way that made it impossible not to notice how much fuller she was than her daughter—same face, same mouth, but everything a little rounder, heavier, more settled into her body.

Ethan’s eyes drifted down to the way Mrs. Morgan’s jeans hugged her thick ass, and the thought hit him hard and fast—fuck, I’d love to bend Sarah’s mom over that hotel bed and fuck her senseless while her daughter’s in the shower. He pictured her heavy tits swinging free, those soft, mature curves bouncing under him while he drove his cock deep into her married pussy. The idea of cheating on Sarah with her own mother made his dick twitch. She’d probably moan louder than her daughter ever has, and I’d make her beg for it.