Jake slammed the door shut behind him and stared at his mom, Linda, bent over the kitchen counter in nothing but a thin robe. "Tonight's the night," he said, voice low and rough. "Mark's coming over and you're gonna spread for him just like we talked about."
Linda's cheeks flushed but she didn't argue. She'd been hinting at it for months, that hungry look in her eyes whenever Jake brought up watching her get used. "You really want to see your own mom like that?" she asked, already reaching down to untie the robe.
"Fuck yes," Jake growled. "I want to hear you beg for his dick while I sit right there jerking off."
Mark showed up twenty minutes later, tall, thick arms, and a bulge already obvious in his jeans. Jake didn't waste time with small talk. "Strip her," he ordered.
Mark grabbed Linda by the hips and yanked the robe off her shoulders. Her heavy tits bounced free, nipples stiff.
He spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and spread her ass cheeks. "Look at that married pussy," Mark said, running two fingers through her already wet folds. "Dripping for me."
Jake dropped into the chair across from them, cock out, stroking slow. "Tell him what you want, Mom."
Linda moaned, pushing back against Mark's hand. "I want that big cock inside me. Fuck me hard while my son watches."
Mark didn't tease. He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Linda cried out, gripping the couch cushions. The wet slap of skin filled the room as Mark pounded her, hips snapping, his heavy balls swinging against her clit.
"That's it, take it," Jake muttered, fist pumping faster. "Look at you, Mom, getting stretched out like a slut."
Mark reached under and pinched her nipples, pulling them hard. "Tell your boy how good it feels."
"So fucking good," Linda gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. "He's bigger than your dad ever was. Fuck, he's wrecking me."
Jake stood up, moving closer so he could see Mark's thick shaft disappearing into his mom's cunt, shiny with her cream. "Don't stop. Fill her up."
Mark grabbed Linda's hair, yanked her head back, and hammered harder. The couch creaked under them. Linda's moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure as she came, pussy clenching around Mark's cock, juices running down her thighs.
Mark didn't slow down. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and kept fucking her deep. "Gonna breed this cunt while your son watches," he snarled.
"Do it," Jake ordered, stroking faster. "Pump her full."
Mark buried himself to the hilt and groaned, unloading thick ropes inside her. Linda shook through another orgasm, milking every drop. When Mark finally pulled out, cum leaked from her swollen pussy in a steady stream.
Jake stepped forward, cock throbbing. "Clean him off, Mom. Then you're riding me next."
Linda slid to her knees without hesitation, sucking Mark's softening cock clean while looking straight at her son. The night was just getting started. By morning she'd be sore, marked, and already asking when they could do it again.
