For a long moment, Amelia stared at her own son with a look of disbelief etched across her face.
There he was, coating his own mother's enormous tits in cum and still sporting that naughty, carefree expression, as if he'd just done the most natural thing in the world.
Well… not that she could really judge him.
Amelia lowered her gaze, eyes settling on Ethan's cock, still semi-erect and resting on her cum-covered breasts.
Those Y-cup mountains stood like the perfect throne for him, his member sinking slightly into the soft, snow-white flesh, while thick, milky strands trickled down the smooth curves and pooled in the deep valley between them.
In the end, she could only sigh.
She'd already swallowed so much of his semen that it would sound downright hypocritical to play the saint now.
"Yes… honey, we need a shower." She waved her right hand, and a gentle spell fell upon her, cleansing the excess cum from her gigantic breasts and leaving the bedsheets spotless in an instant.
