Chapter 10: Motherfucker

The next morning, I woke to the wet, rhythmic sounds of sucking. Sunlight spilled across the sheets in soft gold streaks. Ann was on her elbows between Scott’s open thighs, her short brown hair brushing his smooth skin while she nursed on his thin seven-and-a-half-inch cock. Her lips slid down to the base, cheeks hollowing, tongue stroking the underside in slow, deliberate licks.

Scott’s eyes were half-lidded, one hand resting on the back of her head. “Mom ... that feels so good,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

Lily stirred beside me, her long brown ponytail fanned across the pillow. She blinked awake, smiled when she saw what her mother was doing, and rolled onto her side so her small breasts pressed against my chest. “Morning, Daddy,” she whispered, sliding one leg over mine.

Ann lifted her mouth from Scott with a soft pop, strings of saliva stretching between her lips and his glistening shaft. “Good morning, everyone. Mark, come closer. I want you to watch how I take care of our son.”

She swung a leg over Scott’s hips and lowered herself onto him in one smooth motion. Her thick brown bush parted around his cock as she sank down until her ass rested on his thighs. A low moan escaped her. “God, he feels so good inside me. So deep already.”