Lachlan leaves

Mom's entire body seized when Jeremy slammed into her cervix with a final, brutal thrust—her thighs clamping around his waist like a vice as her orgasm ripped through her with violent intensity. Her scream shattered into wordless babble, her fingers scrambling against Jeremy's sweat-slick chest as her cunt pulsed around his cock in frantic, rhythmic spasms. "S-sir! I'm—*ah!*—I'm cumming!" she wailed, her back arching off the mattress as her stomach visibly contracted beneath his grip.

Jeremy's hips stuttered—just once—before burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan that sounded more like a victory chant than surrender. Mom's eyes flew open wide, her mouth forming a perfect 'O' as the first hot pulse flooded her depths. Her fingers scrabbled uselessly against his biceps, her thighs quivering where they locked around his waist. "Ohhhgod—*yes*—f-feel it," she slurred, her voice breaking as his cock twitched inside her like a live wire. The mirror reflected everything—the way her stomach visibly fluttered with each thick rope he pumped into her, the obscene drip of white already leaking around their joined flesh where he stretched her too wide to contain it all.

The **** of Jeremy's collapsing weight sent them crashing onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs—his broad frame cushioned by the soft pillow of Mom's breasts as they bounced beneath his chest. Her nipples, still stiff from earlier attention, dragged wet trails across his pecs as he rolled them sideways, his cock never slipping from her swollen entrance. Mom gasped, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as the sudden shift made his thick shaft grind against tender inner walls already stretched to their limit.

"Lachlan, leave!," Mom hissed between clenched teeth, her voice cracking on the last word as Jeremy's cock twitched inside her, still pulsing thick ropes of cum into her trembling body. The command hit me like a physical shove—her nails dug into Jeremy's back even as she glared at me, her thighs still splayed obscenely wide around his hips.

Hot tears blurred my vision as I stumbled backward, the sounds of Mom’s muffled moans and Jeremy’s grunts chasing me like a nightmare I couldn’t outrun. My chest burned—not just from humiliation, but from something worse: the sickening realization that she *wanted* this. That she’d chosen him over me. The hallway stretched endlessly as I bolted, my socked feet slipping on the hardwood floor. Behind me, the bedframe thudded against the wall in a relentless rhythm, each impact driving the truth deeper into my gut.