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Chapter 4 by DevilChicken DevilChicken

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Some minutes later, after you left...

— C'mon bitch... C'mon... Just let me see something… You know I need it...

— I-Isaiah, don't... Anon is... Upstairs...

— He won't hear shit. C'mon, pull it down already, bitch...

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Isaiah was aggressively groping your Mom and at the same time trying to pull her yoga pants down, just like he was doing before you came from school.

— C'mon bitch... I haven't done it in over a week... My balls hurt so much... I need you to calm me... Only you can... — He whispered into her ear.

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— N-No... — Your Mom let him fondle his ass, but she fought back by pulling her pants up when she felt Isaiah pulling them down — Not now, he's in his room...

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Isaiah, realizing the leggings weren't going anywhere, changed his strategy and started fondling your Mom's tits.

— You're so beautiful, let me touch you, I want to put it inside of you... — Isaiah kept whispering to your Mom's ear while touching her boobs. Your Mom kept pushing his hands away, telling him to stop.

— Show me your tits, bitch...

— Wa-wait...

It was too late, Isaiah already pulled the top of your Mom over her tits to reveal them but was confronted with the sports bra she always wears to keep her breasts in place.

— What is that? — He said, pulling the bra and shaking it, not knowing how to open it — Lemme see your tits — He impatiently, violently started pulling it, attempting to tear the fabric.

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— Stop it! — Your Mom whispered aggressively, shoving his hands away. She rolled her eyes. — You're going to break it. Just wait...

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Your Mom slowly pulled the bra over her head. Even though she was annoyed by his persistence and lack of understanding, feeling desired in such a primal and direct way made her smile.

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Isaias was astounded. — Fuck… — He almost yelled — Were they so big this whole time? Are they natural? — Isaiah put his hands under your Mom's tits, as if he was weighting or them — That dumbfuck... I mean, your husband didn't tell shit about these... — He said while reaching to grope and squish your Mom's jugs from behind her back.

— Don't talk about him please...

— Shit, let me put my dick between them…

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