He came home late that night, his eyes dark with something she had never seen before. At eighteen he was already bigger than his father, shoulders broad from the gym, and the way he looked at her made her stomach twist. She was in the kitchen in her thin nightgown, the one that clung to her full breasts and the curve of her ass, when he grabbed her wrist and spun her around.
Mom, he said, voice low and rough, Im done pretending.
She tried to pull away, but he was stronger. He shoved her against the counter, his body pressing hard into hers, and she felt the thick ridge of his cock through his jeans. Stop, she whispered, heart pounding. This is wrong.
He didnt stop. His hands were everywhere, yanking the straps of her nightgown down so her heavy tits spilled out. He squeezed them hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples until they stiffened despite her protests. Youve been teasing me for years, he growled, one hand sliding between her legs, fingers pushing her panties aside to find her already slick. Wet for your own son. Dirty fucking mom.
She gasped as two thick fingers shoved inside her, pumping roughly. Her knees buckled but he held her up, forcing her legs wider. He ripped the nightgown completely off, leaving her naked and exposed in the kitchen light.
Then he freed his cocklong, veined, and leakingand rubbed the fat head against her clit.
No, she begged, even as her hips twitched. He didnt listen. He bent her over the counter and slammed into her in one brutal thrust, stretching her married cunt around his young cock. She cried out, the sound half pain, half unwanted pleasure, as he started fucking her hard and fast, skin slapping, her tits swinging with every drive.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. Tell me you love it, he demanded, pounding deeper. She shook her head, but her pussy clenched around him anyway. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles until she came, shaking and moaning like a whore, juices dripping down her thighs.
He didnt stop. He flipped her onto the kitchen table, spread her legs wide, and fucked her again, watching her face as he used her. Best pussy Ive ever had, he grunted, slamming in balls-deep. She came again, helpless, her body betraying her with every thrust.
When he finally pulled out and painted her tits and stomach with thick ropes of cum, he smiled down at her wrecked, trembling form. This is just the start, he said. She lay there panting, knowing he was right, already aching for more of the forbidden force only he could give her.
