"Ah ah ah!" Evelyn Allen's hips bucked as Kevin's tongue worked wonders, her pussy soaking wet. Waves of pleasure had her moaning loud.
Suddenly, Mike Adams' bedroom door swung open. Mike, rubbing his eyes, yelled towards the kitchen, "Mom, what's with the noise? Can I get some peace in the morning?"
Evelyn jumped, yanking her dress down to hide Kevin underneath. She spun around, pretending to chop veggies, and nervously said, "Mike, you're up. Just getting lunch ready."
"Lunch this early? Oh, it's almost noon." Mike said, glancing at the clock. "Hey, Mom, has Kevin shown up yet?"
"Oh, not yet. He should be here soon," Evelyn replied, flustered, hoping her son wouldn't catch on. Kevin, still under her dress, kept licking her sensitive pussy, making her voice shake.
