The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old floorboards. Linda had just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped tight around her full breasts and hips, when the door to her bedroom opened without a knock. Her son stood there, nineteen and broad-shouldered from the gym, eyes dark with something she had never seen in him before.
Mom, he said, voice low and flat. Drop the towel.
She clutched the fabric closer. What are you doing? Get out.
He didnt move. I said drop it. Ive watched you for months. Walking around in those thin robes, bending over in the kitchen. Im done watching.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. This isnt funny. Youre my son.
Exactly. He crossed the room in three strides and yanked the towel away. It fell to the floor. Cool air hit her bare skin, nipples tightening instantly. He looked her over like he owned every inch.
On the bed. Now.
Linda backed up until her calves hit the mattress. Stop. We cant
He grabbed her wrists and pushed her down. The mattress springs groaned under her weight. He climbed over her, knees pinning her thighs apart, one hand already working his belt open. The sound of the zipper was loud in the room.
Youre wet already, he muttered when his fingers slid between her legs. Dont lie to me. Two thick fingers pushed inside without warning. She gasped, hips jerking. He pumped them hard, thumb grinding against her clit until her breath came in short, unwilling pants.
Fuck, you feel tight, he growled. He pulled his fingers out, slick and shiny, and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt. Linda cried out, the stretch burning, but he didnt stop. He fucked her in deep, punishing strokes, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other pinning her wrists above her head.
Say it, he demanded, hips snapping. Say youre mine.
She shook her head, but the words slipped out anyway, broken and hoarse. Im yours.
He leaned down, teeth scraping her ear. Louder.
Im yours, she moaned, louder this time, the shame and heat twisting together low in her belly. He fucked her harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Every thrust forced a new sound from her throat. Her legs shook. When she came it was sudden and violent, cunt clenching around him, back arching off the bed.
He didnt slow down. He rode her through it, then flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up. Again, he ordered, slamming back inside. This angle hit deeper. She clawed at the sheets, face pressed into the pillow, but she pushed back against him now, meeting every thrust. He reached under her and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles until she came a second time, sobbing into the mattress.
Only then did he let go. He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, flooding her. She felt every pulse. When he finally pulled out, thick white cum leaked down her thighs.
He stayed behind her, breathing hard, one hand stroking her back almost gently. Were not done tonight, he said. Youre sleeping in my room from now on.
Linda didnt answer. She lay there, body still trembling, the taste of surrender thick on her tongue. Outside, the house remained quiet, as if nothing had changed. But everything had.
