Peeking through the door, you weren’t supposed to catch this—the way his mom’s lips wrap around his cock like she owns it, then slides him between her heavy tits before pulling him onto her lap. Fingers dig into his hips as she grinds down hard enough to make the leather couch squeak. No warning, no hesitation—just raw hunger from a woman who knows exactly what she wants (and shouldn’t). Cumshot right there on her chest while he gasps out ‘Mom’ like he forgot why that was wrong.