The house was quiet except for the low hum of the television in the living room. Linda had just stepped out of the shower, her skin still damp under the thin robe, when the front door opened and her son Mark walked in with his friend Jake. Both men were tall, broad-shouldered, and already moving with purpose.
Mark locked the door behind them. Mom, we talked about this. Youve been teasing too long.
Linda backed up, heart pounding. Mark, stop. This isnt funny.
Jake grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward the couch. Its not supposed to be funny. His grip was iron. Mark stripped the robe from her shoulders in one rough tug, leaving her naked. She tried to cover herself, but Jake pushed her down onto the cushions, spreading her legs with his knee.
Mark knelt between her thighs first, forcing her open with strong hands. Youre wet already, he said, voice low and dark. Dont lie to us. Two thick fingers pushed inside her without warning, curling hard. Linda gasped, trying to twist away, but Jake held her shoulders pinned while Mark worked his fingers deeper, stretching her.
Jake freed his cock and fed it between her lips, holding her head so she had no choice but to take him. Suck, he ordered. She gagged as he thrust, tears stinging her eyes, while Mark replaced his fingers with his cock and drove into her in one brutal stroke. The stretch burned. She moaned around Jakes shaft, the sound muffled and helpless.
They used her in turns, never letting her catch her breath. Mark flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so Jake could take her from behind while Mark fucked her mouth again.
Every thrust was deliberate, claiming, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. When she tried to crawl forward, Jakes hand came down hard on her ass, the sting making her clench around him.
Stay, Mark growled, pulling her hair so her back arched. Youre ours tonight.
They kept her between them for what felt like hoursfucking her pussy, her mouth, her ass when she was too dazed to resist. Cum leaked down her thighs; more replaced it. Each time she came, it was against her will, her body betraying her while they laughed low and kept going. By the time they finished, she was limp, marked with fingerprints and bite marks, the couch soaked beneath her.
Mark kissed the back of her neck almost gently. Good girl. Same time next week.
