I slammed the door behind me, still in my work heels, and there he was, my son Jake, sprawled on the couch in nothing but gray sweatpants. At twenty-two he was all muscle and attitude, but the thing that always stopped me cold was the obscene bulge stretching those pants. Thirteen thick inches of cock, heavy and veined, pressed against the fabric like it was trying to tear free. I had seen it by accident once when he was eighteen, and I had never stopped thinking about it since.
"Fuck, Mom, you look stressed," he said, eyes dragging down my tight blouse and pencil skirt. "Come here."
I didn't argue. I dropped my bag, kicked off my heels, and straddled his lap right there in the living room. The moment my soaked panties pressed against that massive ridge, I moaned like a slut. "Jake, baby, I need it. I need every inch of that big cock inside me."
He grabbed my ass with both hands and ground me down harder. "You want your son's cock again? Say it."
"I want my son's thirteen-inch cock," I panted, already reaching between us to yank his waistband down. It sprang free, slapping against my stomach, heavy and hot, the fat head already leaking. I wrapped both hands around the shaft and still couldn't touch my fingers. "God, it's so fucking big."
Jake shoved my skirt up and ripped my panties aside. Two thick fingers shoved straight into my dripping cunt. "You're soaked. Been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," I hissed, rocking on his fingers. "Every damn day. Now fuck me."
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, lined that monster up, and dropped me. The first few inches stretched me wide open, burning in the best way. I clawed at his shoulders and screamed. "More. Give me more."
He fed it to me slow at first, letting my pussy adjust around the impossible girth, then slammed the rest home in one brutal thrust. My belly bulged visibly where his cock punched deep. I came instantly, shaking and squirting around him, but he didn't stop. He fucked up into me with hard, filthy strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the house.
"That's it, Mom. Take your son's cock. Look how your cunt stretches around it."
I looked down and nearly came again. My lips were spread obscenely, clinging to every vein. Each thrust made my stomach push out. I rode him like a woman possessed, tits bouncing out of my blouse, nipples hard. Jake leaned forward and sucked one into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make me cry out.
He flipped us without pulling out, putting me on my back on the couch. My legs went over his shoulders and he folded me in half, pounding straight down into my guts. The angle let him go even deeper. I could feel him in my throat.
"Harder," I begged. "Ruin me."
Jake grinned, all teeth and sweat, and gave me exactly what I asked for. The couch creaked. My pussy made filthy squelching sounds every time he bottomed out. I came again, then again, until my vision blurred. He didn't slow down. He just kept wrecking me with that huge cock, using me like his personal fucktoy.
When he finally pulled out, I was a shaking mess, cunt gaping and dripping. He stood over me, stroking that massive dick with both hands. "Open your mouth."
I did. He painted my tongue, my tits, and my face with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed what I could and smeared the rest across my skin like lotion.
Jake wasn't finished. He hauled me to the bedroom, bent me over the edge of the mattress, and drove back inside from behind. My face pressed into the sheets while he used long, punishing strokes that made my ass ripple. One hand fisted my hair; the other reached around to rub my swollen clit.
"You love your son's cock more than anything, don't you?"
"Yes," I sobbed. "It's all I think about. Fill me up again."
He did. He flooded my pussy until cum leaked out around his shaft and ran down my thighs. Only then did he slow down, rocking gently while I trembled through aftershocks.
Later, we lay tangled together, his still-hard cock resting against my thigh. I stroked it lazily, already hungry again.
"Round three?" he asked, voice low and rough.
I rolled on top of him and sank down once more, taking every inch like I was made for it. "Always."
We fucked until the sun came up, my body sore and marked, his cum leaking from both holes. Every time I thought I couldn't take more, that thirteen-inch cock proved me wrong. And every time, I begged for it again.
