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Emma sat in stunned silence, her eyes fixated on the pure joy and ecstasy on her mother’s face as Tom effortlessly lifted her off the sofa and ravished her with a fierce intensity. The room echoed with their passionate moans and the sound of their bodies colliding in a dance of pleasure. Emma couldn't tear her eyes away, feeling a mixture of awe and sickening disgust at the raw passion between the two lovers. Their Every movement was filled with desire and every touch electric, igniting a feeling within Emma that she had never felt before. She watched as Tom's strong hands roamed over Heather's body, tracing the motherly curves of her body. leaving trails of heat in their wake.

As her mother pressed her body into Tom's, she let out a low, sultry moan, savoring the sensation. Each powerful movement was in perfect harmony, showing the lustful fire that was roaring within them both. The air was thick with desire and their bodies moved together like waves crashing against the shore. It was a dance of passion, a symphony of pleasure that consumed them both in its seductive grip.

Despite the allure of the scene unfolding before her, Emma couldn't fathom how her mother could appear so amazingly happy having sex with the man who had **** a child into being born from her. The sight of Heather's smile turned Emma's stomach, filling her with such revulsion that she had to swiftly pivot and walk away before she erupted into a scream or, worse, vomited in disgust. The tension between them was palpable, like a thick fog suffocating all sense and reason, as she hid herself inside her room with her child.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and months turned to years, Emma grew accustomed to the sight of her mother's bare and exposed body. Once a very private person, her mother now walked freely around the house in lingerie or completely naked as she tended to her child. But despite this newfound normalcy, Emma could never shake off the uncomfortable feeling she got from watching Tom and her mother engage in passionate lovemaking. It became a regular occurrence as time passed, their bodies tangled together in pure ecstasy while she watched from a distance. Slowly but surely, Emma retreated to her own small corner of the house, where she found solace in a peaceful life provided by Tom's endless care and generosity for both herself and her