He slammed the door behind him and locked it, the click echoing in the quiet house. At twenty-eight, Mark had spent years watching his mother parade around like she owned the place, always in those tight dresses, always telling him what to do. Tonight that ended. Linda stood in the kitchen in her silk robe, forty-six and still built like a woman who knew how to make men stare. She turned, surprised, and saw the look on his face.
"Mark, what the hell"
He grabbed her arm and shoved her against the counter. "Shut up. You've been asking for this for years." His hand yanked the robe open, exposing her heavy tits and the soft curve of her belly. She tried to push him off, but he was stronger. He spun her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and kicked her legs apart. The robe fell to the floor.
"Mark, stop! This is wrong!" Linda's voice shook, but her ass was already bare and round under his grip. He didn't listen. He unzipped, pulled out his thick cock, and spit on it once before forcing the head against her dry pussy. She gasped as he pushed in hard, stretching her without warning. Her walls clenched tight around him, trying to keep him out, but he drove deeper with one rough thrust until his balls slapped her ass.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, holding her hips so she couldn't twist away. He started fucking her in hard, steady strokes, the table scraping across the tile. Linda's hands slapped the wood, nails digging in as he pounded her. Each thrust forced a wet sound from her cunt as it started to get slick despite herself. "Nodon'tplease," she begged, but her voice cracked when he reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back inside. Her legs kicked once before he pinned them wide. Mark leaned down and sucked one nipple hard while he fucked her, biting just enough to make her cry out. Linda's pussy was dripping now, coating his cock every time he buried it to the root. He could feel her starting to pulse around him.
"Look at you, getting wet for your own son," he said, voice low and filthy. He slammed in faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Linda's head fell back, mouth open, a broken moan escaping even as she shook her head no. He kept rubbing her clit, forcing her closer. When she came, it hit hardher cunt squeezing him in tight, rhythmic pulses, juices running down his balls. She sobbed through it, body betraying her.
Mark didn't stop. He pulled her off the table, bent her over the back of the couch, and took her from behind again. This time he reached around and shoved two fingers in her mouth. "Suck them." She did, tasting herself, while he drilled her pussy. He came deep inside her with a grunt, flooding her with hot spurts, holding her hips so none of it leaked out right away.
He didn't let her go. He dragged her to the bedroom, pushed her onto the bed, and fucked her againthis time with her on top, forced to ride him while he slapped her ass and told her to move faster. Linda's tits bounced, her face flushed with shame and unwanted pleasure. Every time she tried to slow down he thrust up hard, hitting her deep. She came again, shaking, clenching around his cock until he filled her a second time.
By morning light he had her on all fours one last time, slow and deep, making her say his name while he used her. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs.
Linda lay there breathing hard, robe long gone, body marked with his grip and bites. Mark stood over her, already getting hard again.
"Next time you tell me what to do," he said, "remember this." She didn't answer. She just closed her eyes, the forced heat still throbbing between her legs.
