The air in the living room was thick with unspoken tension. Sarah, a voluptuous MILF with curves that defied her 45 years, let her silk robe slip open just enough to reveal the swell of her heavy tits. Her grown son, Mark, 22 and muscular from the gym, couldn't tear his eyes away.

"See something you like, baby?" she purred, her voice a husky whisper. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Mark's cock was already a hard ridge in his jeans. "Mom... we shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what?" She glided closer, the scent of her perfume and arousal mingling. "Touch this?" Her hand cupped her own tit through the silk, thumb circling a stiff nipple. "Or taste it?"

Before he could protest, she closed the distance. Her fingers, tipped with red polish, traced the bulge in his pants. "My big boy," she breathed, feeling his thick shaft twitch. "Let mommy see what she made."

With practiced ease, she undid his belt and fly. His dick sprang free, long, veiny, and already leaking pre-cum. Sarah dropped to her knees, her robe pooling around her. "So beautiful," she murmured before taking the plum-shaped head into her mouth without warning.

Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her blonde hair. Her mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around his crown before she deep-throated him with a hungry gag. The sounds were obscene: wet slurps, his ragged breathing, her muffled moans of pleasure.

After a few minutes of her expert suckling, she pulled off with a pop. "My turn