The house was quiet, too quiet after midnight. Sarah had just stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp under the thin robe, when the bedroom door clicked shut behind her. She turned, startled, and there stood her son, Jake, now twenty-two and broad-shouldered from years at the gym. His eyes were dark, locked on her with an intensity she had never seen before.
Mom, he said, voice low and rough. Ive been thinking about this for too long.
She clutched the robe tighter. Jake, what are you doing? Go back to your room.
He didnt move. Instead he stepped closer, his hand catching her wrist before she could back away. No more pretending. You know what I want. Youve felt it too.
Sarahs pulse hammered. She tried to pull free, but his grip tightened. This isnt right. Im your mother.
Thats exactly why its happening. He pushed her back against the bed, the robe slipping open to expose the curve of her breasts. She gasped, but before she could protest again his mouth was on hers, hard and demanding. His tongue forced its way in while his free hand yanked the belt loose. The robe fell to the floor.
She struggled, pushing at his chest, but he was stronger. He pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to spread her thighs. His fingers found her already slick, and a low growl left him. Youre wet for me. Dont lie.
Jake, stop Her words cut off in a moan as two thick fingers pushed inside her. He worked them deep, curling against the spot that made her hips jerk despite herself. She hated how her body betrayed her, heat flooding between her legs as he pumped harder.
He freed his cock, thick and heavy, and rubbed the head along her folds. Youre going to take it, he said, voice dark with command. Every inch.
Sarah shook her head, but her legs had already parted wider. He thrust in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, the stretch burning and perfect at once. He didnt give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, hips snapping, the bed creaking under the force. Each thrust shoved her up the mattress, his grip on her wrists bruising.
Say it, he demanded, pounding deeper. Tell me you want your sons cock.
She bit her lip, refusing, but another sharp thrust wrung the words out. I want itfuck, Jake, dont stop.
He released her wrists only to flip her onto her stomach, dragging her hips up. He slammed back inside from behind, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room. Sarah clawed at the sheets, moaning into the mattress as he used her exactly the way he wanted.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her again, and shoved back in, face to face this time. His eyes never left hers while he drove her toward the edge.
Come on your sons cock, he ordered. Now.
Her orgasm hit like a wave, body clenching tight around him, thighs shaking. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding her with hot pulses. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, until he finally eased out.
Jake brushed damp hair from her face, the intensity softening just enough to let a smirk show. Were not done tonight, Mom. Not even close.
Sarah lay there, chest heaving, knowing the door was closed and the night had only begun.
