India gets some comfort and fucked by her stepson

India's mascara runs in streaks while she sobs into a pillow. Her stepson steps close and wraps his arms around her shaking shoulders. His dick hardens against her thigh. She knows this is fucked up, tells herself to stop, but heat floods her belly anyway. With shaky fingers she yanks his shorts down and that thick shaft springs free, veins pulsing and heavy head already slick. She wraps both hands around it, loving the way it barely fits. "Big fucking cock," she purrs, guiding it between her lips and licking the crown slow, letting spit drip down the shaft. She slaps it against her tongue, eyes wet and wicked. When he grunts her name she grins around the meat and swallows him deeper, throat flexing. Pulling off with a wet pop she strokes him fast, guiding his hand under her skirt so he can feel how soaked the lace is. "Rub it right there, baby, learn what Mommy needs." She hikes her dress up, shoves her panties aside, then sinks down on him in one slow, greedy drop. He fills her so tight it steals her breath. She rides him hard, rocking her hips in tight circles while she talks dirty in his ear. "Deeper. Right there. Make Mommy come on this big dick." Her nails dig into his back, sweat rolls between her tits, and every thrust pushes her closer to losing it completely.