«R-Ren, my beloved Ren... adopting you was the best decision I ever made in my life... keep going... I'm coming... aaaaaah.»
There's no sound sweeter, no melody more soothing in this world than that of my adoptive mother bouncing on my cock first thing in the morning, as a birthday gift for my eighteenth.
Her name is Isabelle Lazar—undeniably the most arousing, most seductive woman alive.
Even at forty-two, those absurdly massive tits, that tight, round ass, and her burgundy hair framing a face made for cumshots from dawn to dusk... not even girls in their twenties stand a chance.
Eight years ago, in the orphanage, when she picked me, the very first thing she said after I got into her blazing red Ferrari was: «You've got such a pretty face, you know? I'm sure in a few years you'll become a real heartbreaker!»
And, well... she wasn't wrong.
I'm not the bragging type, but facts are facts: ever since my first year at the prestigious Ordrienne High, in New York, my... let's call it "score" has reached 82 students, 3 janitors, 5 teachers, and, yeah, even a few of my friends' moms.
Well... former friends, I guess.
It wasn't exactly a fun day when one of my best buddies slammed the bedroom door open, only to run out screaming and cursing like a mad after seeing his mom naked with my dick shoved between her tits.
But come on—she was divorced.
What's so wrong with letting her have a little fun? If she were married, I'd never have done something like that... probably.
I guess that's why all the guys at school hate me, but it's not like I can help it.
Whenever a mature woman gives me attention, I completely lose control.
Could Isabelle be the reason behind my obsession with MILFs?
Seems likely, since for years she was my ultimate fantasy—until she became the one who actually broke me in.
And then there's that thing... their blood tastes divine.