She’s been doing this since her son was in diapers. Platinum blonde hair messy from running her hands through it while staring at him like he’s dessert. Starts by spreading those thick thighs wider than any girl half her age ever could, coat still half-open—just enough to tease the cleavage before slapping the fabric aside. No warning; no hesitation—just a deep breath and that mouth opening wide for a cock she’s taken deeper than most women dare dream of. Wears those silver hoops like badges of honor every time she gags, fingers digging into his shoulders when he tries to pull back.