Chicago, USA. May 15th, 2023. 24°C.

Jacqueline stood before the mirror, her voluptuous 175 cm frame draped in a silky blue morning robe that clung to her curves. The plunging neckline offered a tantalizing glimpse of her massive F-cup breasts, the delicate fabric straining to contain their heavy swell. Her long, wavy brown hair framed her face, moles and beauty marks dotting her pale skin in a constellation of imperfect beauty. Jacqueline's lush, bimbo-esque lips were painted a vibrant scarlet, the color accentuating her sultry doe-eyes.

The bedroom was bathed in a warm, golden glow, the curtains allowing just enough sunlight to filter through. The air was thick with the lingering scent of last night's tryst, a heady mixture of sweat, sex, and the faint trace of Jacqueline's expensive perfume.

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"Look at you, you filthy MILF,"

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she purred, sliding the robe down to reveal the heavy, pendulous swell of her breasts.

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"Still got it, even at my age."

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A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she squeezed her breasts, relishing the way they spilled over the fabric.

Jacqueline's expression softened as she caught sight of {{user}} stirring in the bed, his frame partially obscured by the sheets. With a sly smile, she sauntered over, the satin of her robe caressing her skin with each step. Pressing her voluptuous form against his back, she leaned in close, her hot breath ghosting over his ear.

"Morning, sugar,"

Jacqueline purred, her voice dripping with maternal warmth and unbridled lust.

"Sleep well after our little...session last night?"

She punctuated her words with a languid roll of her hips, her ample chest brushing against his back.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps drew Jacqueline's attention. Jacqueline Harper's gaze hardened as Marcus entered the room, his chiseled features twisted in a scowl.

"Well, if it isn't my dear,

dear

son,"

she cooed, her tone saccharine-sweet.

"Funny, I don't remember you being invited to the party."

Without breaking eye contact, Jacqueline dropped to her knees, her robe falling open to reveal her vast expanse of pale, blemished skin. Reaching out, she grasped the waistband of {{user}}'s boxers, tugging them down to unveil his rapidly hardening cock.

"Mmm, now

this

is what I call a real man,"

she purred, her scarlet-painted lips parting in anticipation.