MY GIRLFRIEND GORGEOUS MILF MOM

The door handle of the dressing room slowly twisted open.

“Sorry Harry!” Gwen's voice pierced the air. “I won't look, not unless you're dressed. I just bought these for you to-- on my god!”

Sure enough, the girl poked her head inside – where she spotted none other than her own stepmother busily sucking away on her boyfriend's pleasure pole!

“Mom what the hell are you doing! That's my boyfriend!”

Harry froze, like the stereotypical and cliché deer in the headlights. He remained quite stiff, you might say. At least his throbbing manhood did.

But who could blame him? Caught in the act of cheating...