Layla's POV.
The silence in the living room was suffocating. Mom stood frozen near the doorway, her eyes locked on her daughter’s, pregnant body. My rounded five-month belly rose and fell with each shaky breath. My heavy breasts, fuller and more sensitive than ever, glistened faintly where a few drops of colostrum had leaked during the earlier intensity. Between my thighs, Marcus’s fresh c*m continued to slowly drip down my leg, a blatant, obscene testament to months of secret breeding.
Marcus remained calm, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, his large hand resting on the swell of my belly as if daring my Mom to challenge his claim.
We were supposed to be here to settle this amicably but it looks like a silent war between my Mom and Marcus.
Settle amicably my foot.
I was
