Another knock came on the bathroom door, louder this time.
"Mom? Is everything okay?" Gia asked from outside the door, her voice full of innocent concern.
The door was unlocked, if she had turned the handle and walked in, she would have seen everything, her mother pressed against the counter in this filthy position, with her legs spread and my massive cock buried deep inside her pussy.
I didn't stop. I continued moving my hips slowly, savoring every inch of Helen's delicious, motherly warmth.
Her neglected pussy felt so tight and wet around me, gripping my thick cock as I slid in and out in long, deliberate strokes. I was taking my time, enjoying how her walls fluttered and squeezed me with every thrust.
Helen's eyes widened in panic, her body tensing as she tried to stay quiet. But it was impossible. A soft, broken moan escaped her lips as my cock rubbed against her most sensitive spot.
