CHAPTER 1: CATCHING MOM'S MILK SHOW
CHAD’S POV
I’m Chad f*****g Thundercock, nineteen, six-foot-four of pure jacked muscle, veins popping like cables under tanned skin, and a twelve-inch, eight-inch-girth monster c**k that’s been the downfall of every sorority girl on campus.
But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom.
Reagan Hart, thirty-eight, blonde, built like a fertility goddess on steroids: H-cup t**s that defy gravity even when they’re leaking, waist nipped in like an hourglass, hips wide enough to birth a linebacker, and an ass so fat and juicy I’ve jerked off to the thought of clapping those cheeks until they’re bruised purple.
Dad’s been “on business” in Singapore for three weeks, and every night I hear the squelch-squelch-squelch from the basement
