I'll Tell Your Dad

Edyn Blair walks in and catches her stepson Alex on the couch again, doing jack shit. She’s done pretending she’s just annoyed. Truth is she’s been dying to get her lips around that dick, and today the act’s over. She drops the ‘mom voice’ and tells him exactly what she wants—no more games. She kneels between his legs, yanks his shorts down and sucks his cock like she’s starving for it, wet mouth gliding up and down, balls cupped in one hand. Edyn moans around every thick inch, drooling, gagging a little, loving how heavy he feels on her tongue. She pulls off just long enough to smirk, spit stringing from her lip, then dives back in, pumping the shaft with one fist while her mouth works the head. She talks filthy between sucks, voice hoarse, telling him he’s been making her wet for weeks. Edyn takes him deeper each time until her nose presses his stomach, throat squeezing tight, saliva everywhere. She doesn’t stop when he warns her—he grabs her hair, bucks, and she swallows every spurt, gulping it down without wasting a drop, lips still wrapped around him until he stops twitching.