Judy turned her head slightly and looked down at Neil, who was still sitting broken on the floor, forced to watch everything.
"A mother's milk should only be drunk by her child," she said quietly, her eyes locked on her son.
I paused for a moment, a dark smirk forming on my lips as a wave of twisted envy hit me.
"Did Neil used to drink a lot from these?" I asked, staring at her heavy breasts while still buried inside her. The thought that this motherfucker had tasted her long before I ever got the chance made something ugly and jealous twist inside me.
Judy glanced at her good boy sitting on the floor and answered honestly.
"Yeah, Alex… Neil used to drink a lot. He just wouldn't stop sucking…" she said, her voice soft as she looked at her son with a strange, complicated expression.
