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It all comes down to this.

All our effort. All the adrenaline and expectations.

All I really want is to become a mom.

I wish I could give Rubber a baby, but so far, I've been trying with a

disappointment.

Time flies, and we're not getting any younger.

And to make things worse, there's my stepson.

A constant reminder of everything Robert used to look like back in the day.

I know it's an odd thing to say, but in moments like this, when he's away and

I'm totally distressed, I find myself fantasizing about Ryan.

His skin, his muscles, his cock, and the idea of getting fucked roughly get me a

little wet.

And believe me, I miss this feeling.

Am I terrible for feeling like this?

Am I a dirty pervert mom?

So what?

I forgot to tell you guys, there's some towels in here.

Oh, thank you.

Don't be ashamed of yourself. Come on, I've seen you naked before, Ryan.

Oh, um, thanks.

Whoa. I've been craving for your father to die, and you look a lot like him.

Oh, oh.

I need to go take a shower. Oh, yeah.

Keep going.

Thanks.

Oh,

Ryan, can you get me a towel?

Yeah, no problem.

Oh, sorry.

Here. Thanks.

Okay, I'm gonna...

Oh my God, what's wrong? Are you okay?

What's going on?

I know it's not like really your issue and I'm just your stepmom, but your dad

and I have been trying to have a baby and your dad is depressed about it

because we've been trying so hard and we haven't gotten any results and the

results are just going to kill him.

I'm sorry.

I just, like... Pops is shooting blanks.

Can I ask you a favor?

What's up? Yeah, anything.

What can I do to help?

If you really love us, like, if it's that long, this baby needs to look like

your father. And I can't think of any other way that this would... You know,

asleep. Forget it. Forget it. No, no, no.

It's okay. I mean, I do like what happened in the bathroom the other day.

I guess.

You can help us out.

Help? Yeah.

Start here.

I need to follow exactly what's going to impregnate me.

You make it just like your father.

that you can't pop in my mouth, okay?

That's going to be our secret.

Rest in peace.

Drunkard.

Please.

These look like old mozzarella.

I know what you have.

Okay.

Yes. That's it.

That's it.

That's it. Check it out.

No.

Okay.

Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

Boo.

Thank you.

once again.

His warm looks flashed in every corner of my soaking wet pussy.

I could feel every pulse. It was the hottest thing I've experienced.

A good reminder of what sex is supposed to feel like.