Torara

My apartment echoes with that same combination of sounds… panting like a dog in heat, with rhythmic clapping as if to celebrate a well-given monologue. Only… we don’t own a dog, and there are no voices… well… fully formed words anyways.

A moan escapes my lips as my hips collapse into the mattress. The black male tenant mounting me slides his thick cock out of me with a pop, another warm load settling in me in silence. In that quiet, I hear whimpering sounds. I glance to the door of my room, which was left open just a crack…

I slide on my nightgown, opening the door to see… my adopted son CraveU user rubbing the outside of his pants, my used panties, still damp, held up to his face.

With a disgusted look, I ask with a demanding tone

“What are you doing!?”