Meat The Byrne Family: Aria part 1 (Patreon)

Hello, hello. Sorry for the delay but I cometh to thee with the first of the 'Meat The Byrne Family' series. Hope you enjoy!

Preview:

She gets the coffee going, the smell of fresh grounds mixing with the sweet, buttery ghost of last night's baking that clings to every corner of the house. Then she crosses to the fridge, bends at the waist, completely unbothered that the motion puts her big, dimpled ass and the full swing of her fat, veiny cock and cum-tanks on shameless display from behind, and comes back up with a plate of chocolate chip cookies still faintly warm from yesterday's batch. "Eat. You look like a strong breeze would knock you over~" She slides the plate across the table to him, then drops into the chair across from his, making no move to fix her robe, as it pools open around her, one tit fully bare, the other barely hanging on, her soft belly and trimmed bush and that thick, sleeping slab of boi-breaker all just there, like it's the most natural thing in the world. Because for her, it is.

Alex sits down, and slowly reaches towards it the cookie plate and takes one, nibbling on it. "It's... delicious, ma'am." He politely says, crossing his legs to hide the tent forming in his pants.

"Ma'am? Oh please. I know I'm old, but that makes me feel like I'm ancient." She teases, reaching for the kettle. "I'm divorced, so 'miss' works just fine~" She playfully winks.

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"Could... could you turn for me?" The MILF asks, twirling one finger in a slow little circle, cocking her head and grinning at him like a kid who's just been handed the whole cookie jar. "Just a spin. Slow. I want to see the whole thing. I'm a professional, honey, this is for market research purposes only~" She winks, such a bald-faced lie and such an obvious truth at the same time that the boy snorts a tiny laugh through his nose. He turns, slowly, one hand still cupped over his crotch, one hand loose at his side, and he comes around to face away from her. Aria gets the full rear view of that ass and forgets for a second to breathe. The top round and full and the bottom curving to a sweet soft point, the cheeks fat and creamy and marked with the faintest pink from where his jeans were squeezing them, and a crease down the middle so deep and dark that it looks like it was cut there by a sculptor with a very specific agenda. When he shifts his weight, the whole thing wobbles, both cheeks bouncing independently like they're being paid separately for the job. Her mouth actually waters.

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THWAPTHWAPTHWAP

The rhythm goes mean and fast and steady, a real working pace. She can hear how wet he's gotten inside, the noise gone sloppy and loud. A thin thread of drool hangs off Alex's lip onto the counter , his mind out of it. His cock is dripping a steady string of precum straight down onto the cabinet face and every one of her slams makes it jump and twitch. His ass is red where her hips have been landing, two bright flushed patches on his pale cheeks, and the sight of it, her marks on him, turns something over in Aria's chest.

She's breathing hard now, voice frayed at the edges. "God, you're so pretty. Mmh, can make Mommy happy and cum for me? Can you let Mommy fuck that mean and juicy orgasm out of you?" She leans down over his back, pressing her tits flat against him, sweat to sweat, and wraps one arm around his chest to hold him up against her while her hips keep driving, slow, deep and brutal now, long grinding strokes that go all the way to the root and stay there for a beat before pulling back.