Layla's POV.
The bedroom door swung open, and my Mom stood in the doorway with her carry-on bag still in hand, a tired but excited smile on her face that froze the instant she took in the scene.
Her husband, Marcus was kneeling naked between her daughter’s spread legs on their marital bed. I was completely exposed: five months pregnant, my rounded belly gleaming under the soft lamp light, my heavy breasts swollen and leaking, my thighs slick with fresh c*m that was still dripping from my well-f****d p***y.
Mom's face drained of color, the bag slipped from her fingers and thudded to the floor.
“What… the f**k… is this?” Her voice cracked on the last word, her eyes darting between Marcus’s glistening c**k, my swollen belly, and the obvious evidence of what we had just been doing.
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