STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Part two of MILF1107. Trying to make sense of what had happened while she lay in bed scantily clad in a sexy black slip, a figure came in wearing the overalls and mask she had seen in one of the rooms. Rachel jumped a little, but then decided that it must be a bizarre prank by her husband. She played along with the figure despite its silence, and she even allowed it to come into her bed where it gave her a quick, hard fucking. Little did she know that her husband was sound resting on the couch downstairs the whole time. During the days that followed, even stranger ...

STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Part two of MILF1107. Trying to make sense of what had happened while she lay in bed scantily clad in a sexy black slip, a figure came in wearing the overalls and mask she had seen in one of the rooms. Rachel jumped a little, but then decided that it must be a bizarre prank by her husband. She played along with the figure despite its silence, and she even allowed it to come into her bed where it gave her a quick, hard fucking. Little did she know that her husband was sound resting on the couch downstairs the whole time. During the days that followed, even stranger things started to happen. With step-dad off doing his own thing, Rachel and her step-son Brad were in the kitchen preparing their breakfasts. Brad had always admired his lovely, well-dressed step-mother, but when he suddenly had a vision of her wearing nothing but lingerie - every curve of her great body evidenced before him - he did not know what to do. That image her was deeply potent to him. Even after Rachel's voice had called him out of the dream-like episode, he still felt dizzy and lost. He had no idea what was going on. The same thing then happened later - only even more graphic. Returning from a day out, Brad entered the living room to see his step-mother stripped down to some seductive black lingerie and eyeing him invitingly as she fondled her huge, lovely breasts and rubbed her pussy through the crotch of her panties. It was an insanely hot scene for the young man to witness, and - just as before - it suddenly disappeared to reveal itself as an illusion. His step-mother was really there, but she was dressed appropriately and behaving in the innocent way she always had. Brad by now felt painfully flustered. Needing to catch a breather, he told his step-mother he was going upstairs. Later, when Rachel was heading to her own room, she passed that of her step-son. Looking through the gap in his door, she caught a sight that took her breath away. There Brad was, sitting naked in his chair, beating off his big, stiff cock to a porno-mag. As if in a trance - as if possessed - Rachel found herself walking into the room to join him. She then began undressing while her step-son watched her hungrily. Both of them were so corrupted by the house's strange power that they could not even question their actions. Filled with a ferocious lust, they met on the bed and started to kiss. Their tongues connected and swirled around each other; their hands carried out a mutual exploration. From there on it was a passionate unraveling of forbidden desire.