She knew he was there. Stockings torn at the knees, panties already gone—just a slow blink over her shoulder before leaning forward again. Thick thighs clamp down as his cock slides deep into that tight heat, every thrust making her gasp like it’s forbidden. The couch cushions muffle the sounds of skin slapping against ass while she grips the armrests and pushes back harder. No lube needed here; just wetness and need and that guilty pleasure of being caught mid-fuck with a son who shouldn’t be touching her like this.
