"F-fuck~ f-fuck~ b-big~ t-too big... E-Ethan... filling mommy so much, aghn~~" Amelia's drunken voice rang through the room, high-pitched and sweet, broken by shrill squeals that escaped her lips with every throbbing pulse of her son's cock buried deep inside her.
The alcohol still clouded her mind, mingling with the overwhelming pleasure crashing through her body.
Her hands opened and slid down over Ethan's powerful chest, her palms pressing against her son's sweat-slick skin.
Trembling fingers traced the outline of each defined muscle as she searched for some kind of anchor amid the drunken haze fogging her mind.
In that position, with her hands nearly joined at the center of his chest, her arms squeezed both sides of her enormous breasts, sinking deep into the massive flesh that spilled around her biceps from every direction.
