Why it's Mrs. Cortes...

The door to the office swung open and one Mrs. Gabrielle Cortes walked into the room with a small smile on her face while glancing at her phone. Max froze like a deer in headlights, instinctively hoping she doesn't somehow look up and notice that he's naked... or the mess around the room... or her freshly fucked and knocked up daughter still **** and starting to leak cum from her stuffed pussy on her couch...

Mrs. Cortes, took one step into her office and felt a wall of unexpected scents wash over her. She closed her eyes as she took it in, knowing these scents from her college days. Sweat and cum, the scent of a room that had some serious fucking going on (usually by multiple people) in. Finally looking up from her phone, Olivia still wasn't texting her back about what drove her out of class and if Max had found her yet, Mrs. Cortes' brain hiccuped for a second as it tried to process everything before her.

Her desk has had everything on it mostly cleared of it, thankfully she still had her laptop on her since she needed it for class, and the desk was somehow askew, as if someone had just kicked it aside to get to the couch.

Speaking of, that couch currently answered why she couldn't get a hold of her daughter. She was currently covered in a sheen of perspiration, naked, on her couch. Although her eyes were closed, Mrs. Cortes could see her daughter was breathing, and giving a small moan or twitch every so often. Between her baby girl's thighs was one seriously fucked pussy, starting to leak a torrent of pearly white, thick cum onto her couch. Mrs. Cortes wasn't even focused on what that could do to her couch, but seeing her baby's well fucked pussy made her own tight channel twitch and moisten. Her nipples hardened in her bra, starting to point out through the padding as she took in her daughter's creamy pussy.

In the center of the room, was the culprit of all this. Her daughter's old playmate, Max. Puberty had definitely done well by the young man, turning that small boy into this hunk of man, currently naked, in the middle of the room, grabbing his pants, frozen in a look of abject fear that someone's walked in on this little tryst. "Dear God, He is yummy." Ran through her mind as she took this stud in. Tall, broad shouldered, ruggedly handsome face, tight well defined muscles, and, as her eyes drifted between his legs, one very nice, big thick cock. Even as it was wilting from both apparent fear, and apparently pumping her daughter full of that thick baby batter, it was still the biggest cock she had ever seen, and was still glistening with her baby girl's juices all over it.

Closing the door behind her, Mrs. Cortes licked her lips and a wide, predatory smile spread across her face. This wasn't what she was expecting, that was just the two catching up somewhere and agreeing to date, at most. But now there's one deliciously naughty scene before her, and she couldn't wait to dive in. She had been playing nice for long enough. She hadn't let herself run loose since her college days when she got pregnant with Olivia, but now her daughter is an adult. Speaking of, Olivia might be coming into her own part of the family heritage, judging from that massive, delicious creampie that this stud gave her.

Setting the lock behind her, a smiling Mrs. Cortes took a step into the room, ready unleash her hidden desires now that a perfect situation than her wildest dreams had just dropped into her lap.