Adultery Mom's fun

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"Titty-fucking? Ha-ha. That's a great name for it. I just- I dunno what came over me. I just wanted to put it in my tits. I wanted to do it with you." Nearly a third of Breanna's chest was covered, which was saying something. 

"I'm so fucking happy. This whole thing was amazing. You so look beautiful right now! Wow! And, so... How d'you like it?!" 

"Thank you!" Breanna beamed. "And, I have to say, this might be the hottest fucking thing I've ever done. Thank you so much. I look like a slutty angel! And I love the way your jizz feels and how it looks on my tits. I can't believe I've never wanted to do this before." 

"Ah," Mark panted, "so, are you gonna start letting guys do this now?" 

"Fuck no!" Breanna laughed. "You did it perfectly. Your dick fitted perfectly. I definitely like the thought of you being the only one." 

Mark had never felt so special. "Me, too." 

Spencer shook his head in amazement over the reality his mom had created for a random man just by how she talked to him. His mom did not work for a sophisticated company, and she had dropped out of an Ivy League college to marry Bill, but Spencer had no doubt that she was the most intelligent person in the family. Though Spencer had no clue why she did not simply swallow as she had done at the cocktail party, watching her put on that show was even more spectacular. It was also much easier to see. 



Using Mark's discarded shirt, Breanna cleaned the semen off of her body. She then picked up her bikini top from the floor and tied it back on. She rose to her feet and suggested, "I think it's time for you to get back to your friends now." 



Pulling his boxers and shorts back up his legs, Mark asked, "Do you wanna go get some food with me or something?" 



Breanna rolled her eyes. "I'm married. I don't go on dates." 



As Mark pulled his shirt over his head, Breanna shot a cocky, how-did-you-like-that gesture to her son. Spencer was trying so hard not to touch his swollen erection that he could only nod his red face in approval. 



Mark carried his sticky shirt in his hand. "So, I can see you again? I need to see you again! You might want someone to do this with again. And, like you said, it can only be me." 


Rolling her eyes again and smiling, Breanna handed him her phone. "Gimme your number, and if I want it again, I'll text you." That was enough to keep Mark's spirits high. "Thank you so much! Nobody's ever gonna believe this happened!" He turned towards the door. Spencer was barely able to duck behind his hiding place in time.