Mother's Prized Mare

Mona's on the phone with some guy and her face lights up when he answers every question right. Breeding project, check. Healthy swimmers, check. She sets up the meet for that afternoon like she's ordering takeout, nothing weird about it. Soon as she hangs up she yells for Millie, hunts her down in the bedroom and starts giving orders. Time to get ready. Clothes off, legs shaved, everything spotless because today is the day they grow the family tree the only way Mona can manage—by proxy. Millie gives her that half-scared, half-turned-on look, but Mona's already spinning the guilt trip. "Think how proud your late stepdad would be." Click goes the trap. Rowan shows up right on time, and Mona gives him a full head-to-toe once-over. Thick arms, good jaw, package obvious in his jeans. Green light. Millie tries backing up the second the door shuts, breathing fast, but Mona just lays her down, spreads her thighs, and tells Rowan to warm things up. Millie whines that it's too much, too real, so Mona drops between her legs, tongue out, licking that young pussy until Millie stops squirming and starts bucking. Mona looks up, spits on Rowan's cock and guides him in, hips right behind him so he sinks balls-deep on the first thrust. Every time he bottoms out Mona moans like she can feel it too, coaching him: deeper, slower, fill her up. When he finally unloads Mona keeps her hand flat on Millie's belly, making sure none leaks out, grinning because another load of late-stepdaddy genes is right where it belongs.