Stephanie was six, and she’d be home from her after-school program in an hour. Milf sex I hadn’t thought anyone was home, turning the television on had become a habit, and I was surprised to see Justin, my eighteen year old son, sitting at the kitchen table looking at a parts catalogue for vintage roadster he had been rebuilding for the past two years. Stephanie fell asleep as the movie approached its last fifteen minutes and I let go of Brandon’s hand so I could carry her up to her room. “I know you want to.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but this time I didn’t pull away. Brandon propped himself up and ripped open my sundress. He grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder. I talked to Brandon for a few minutes before retreating to our living room to read a book I’d recently bought. Brandon seemed oblivious to my discomfort and I decided to grab the remote.
