Watch Kelly changing clothes

Both of them stepped into the room together. At this moment, the private sanctuary of Kelly and her husband Sam had been completely violated by you. Their bedroom was much larger than Andrew’s. It was a spacious room with a massive king-size bed placed in the center, covered with cream-colored sheets. Next to it was Kelly’s vanity table, filled with high-end cosmetics that this red-haired MILF used every day to maintain her beauty.

The table was cluttered with dozens of lipsticks ranging from brick red to nude pink, blush palettes, a huge sparkling eyeshadow palette, Chanel and Dior perfumes, body lotions, makeup brushes of all sizes, and expensive serums scattered messily after Kelly hurriedly did her makeup this morning to send her husband off on his flight. A round mirror sat in the middle of the table, along with a few small photos of Sam and Kelly in the corner — proof of their marriage.

But none of it meant anything to Mrs. O’Brien anymore. Her entire purpose in life now belonged solely to you. Even her husband was nothing more than an insignificant shadow.

“What are you looking at, Ryan?” Kelly smiled seductively, standing completely naked in front of you. “Don’t pay attention to that pathetic husband of mine. He’s always away on business trips, leaving me unsatisfied for so long. If he had known I belonged to you from the start, I would’ve been so much happier. I wonder what our relationship would have been like back then…”

She casually spoke while crossing her arms under her massive 36D tits, deliberately lifting them up as if offering them to you. Then Kelly turned around, her round, plump ass jiggling as she walked toward the closet to pick out clothes.

From behind, you could see her body still glistening with water from the shower you’d taken together. Her pussy was still dripping wet, soft needy moans escaping her lips because she still wasn’t fully satisfied. Oral sex clearly wasn’t enough for her. She needed you to claim her completely, to fill every empty, aching hole. But that could wait. For now, your eyes were glued to the sight of her choosing clothes.

“No matter what you wear, you’re always so fucking beautiful,” you teased. You stealthily pressed against her from behind, your hands greedily groping her heavy tits, hungrily claiming her soft, plump lips.

“Hey… let me pick something first, okay?” Her tongue aggressively tangled with yours in a wet, passionate kiss before she pulled away. She quickly grabbed one of her husband’s white dress shirts, slipping it on and pairing it with a tiny red thong to continue their fun.

“What do you think? Would you look down on a married older woman like me?” Kelly pulled one side of the shirt open, fully exposing her stiff, cherry-like nipples.

You took a step back, unable to tear your eyes away from her. The thin white dress shirt was tied tightly just below her massive 36D breasts, with only two buttons struggling to hold it together. The fabric was soaked with sweat from her arousal, clinging to her skin and clearly showing her hard pink nipples. Droplets of water slid down her deep cleavage, flowing over the words “Ryan Ferro’s” freshly written between her full, heavy tits — the mark you had just claimed on her body.

Kelly tilted her head slightly, her reddish-orange hair tied in a loose bun with a few messy strands falling around her neck. Her emerald eyes sparkled with lust, cheeks flushed deep red. A half-smile full of arrogance and sluttiness played on her lips, her chin raised slightly as if challenging you. The dress shirt was deliberately left wide open at the bottom, exposing her flat stomach and bare pussy with nothing to hide.

“Ah… yeah, what was I saying? You’re so fucking beautiful it drives me crazy, baby. I can’t wait to shove my thick cock into this slutty, dripping pussy of yours.” Your cock throbbed hard, twitching in front of her.

“So… is there a guy here who can’t wait to fuck me?” Kelly bit her lip, her hand gently stroking your rock-hard cock.

“You don’t mind if your husband comes home or your son gets disappointed? Andrew’s room is just one wall away.” You asked.

“Sam and Andrew are good boys. They’ll understand that me belonging to you is the most important thing, so they’ll accept it.” Her index finger pressed against your lips, reminding you not to question anymore.

“You don’t mind if I fuck you in front of your son?”

A look that said “that’s obvious” flashed across her beautiful face. “Of course not, baby. You can fuck me anywhere you want!”

Hearing that, your blood boiled with excitement. You decided to take the risk — it was time to show Andrew who the real “motherfucker” was. If things went wrong, you could always use your power to make him accept it. You’d let him stay himself, but make him rationalize the fact that you were fucking his mother.

“So what are we waiting for? It’s time to show your son who you really belong to, Kelly. You’re going to be a dirty slut who cums just because your son is watching his best friend fuck you.” You grabbed Kelly’s hand and led her toward Andrew’s room.

“Kelly, are you sure you’re okay with me fucking you in front of your son?” You asked one last time to confirm.

“Of course, baby. I’m yours. I’ll do anything you want.” Kelly licked her lips, her eyes shining with even more excitement than yours. “Not only that… the thought of you fucking me for the first time right in front of my son makes me so fucking wet. My pussy is dripping right now…”

You smirked wickedly, slapped her plump ass hard, then pushed open the door to Andrew’s room.

You couldn’t believe you were doing something that could be called destroying your best friend’s family — standing completely naked with your rock-hard cock, next to his mother who was only wearing a thin dress shirt and a tiny thong. You gave her fat ass a hard slap, signaling her to open the door.

When she opened it, Andrew was still struggling with his Tekken ranked match. He was sitting in the same spot as when you left, gripping the controller tightly. Kelly stepped in first, followed by you. “Yo, I’m back, and I brought you a little ‘gift’,” you said with a wicked grin.

“Finally, you’re back. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? You’d better not disappoint me with this gift. Maaaaannnnn—” Andrew paused the game. When he turned to look at you, his face froze in shock — his mother was dressed like a total whore, standing in your arms.

“You’d better explain this to me right fucking now.” Andrew angrily threw the controller aside and walked toward you with a furious expression, his face full of rage.