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The raven-haired minx, clad in a low-cut top and tight jeans, spots her son's gloomy expression and takes it upon herself to turn his day around. She corners him in the kitchen, her ample bosom heaving as she whispers, "I've seen you looking at me, sweetheart. Today, I'm all yours." She pushes him against the counter, her hands roaming his body, before dropping to her knees and unbuckling his belt. She frees his rigid member, her tongue tracing its length before she engulfs it, her head bobbing as she moans, her eyes locked onto his.