“Honey, I’m Home.” Robert called from the front door. He’d worked another exhausting day at the office and was ready to have a nice homemade meal with his family.
“I’m just in the kitchen, Rob.” His wife, Suzy, replied. Robert hung up his coat and entered the kitchen to see his wife putting the chicken in the oven.
“Oh. You’ve only just started cooking the chicken?” Robert asked before kissing his wife on the cheek.
Suzy smiled, “Yeah, I’m really sorry. I got caught up with the chores and forgot to put it in earlier. It’ll be a while.” She rubbed him on the back before heading for the hallway. “I’m really sore from all the chores, dear. I’m going to rest for a while.”
Robert sighed as she disappeared up the stairs. Oh well. He’d just watch some TV while he waited.
Later on, Robert and Suzy sat and ate dinner together. “Where’s Jake?” Robert asked, gesturing toward the empty seat at the table. “I haven’t seen him all day.”
Suzy squirmed in her seat a little. “Um well, he played football with his friends after school, and it tired him out. He went to bed just before you got back.” Jake never seemed all that interested in football whenever he brought it up to him, but Robert considered that this new development was good. He had worried his son would’ve become one of them theatre kids. But even if he was 18, it wasn’t too late for him to give sports a proper go.
“Well, good on him. I’m glad he’s been getting some exercise then.” Robert nodded to himself. Suzy only smiled at him. After the meal, Suzy said she was still too sore for some action in bed, to which Robert reluctantly respected.
The next day, Suzy decided to make a quick meal for dinner now and store it in the fridge for Rob to pick up when he got back from work. She had a feeling she was going to be just as occupied today as she was yesterday. As she started taking a pack of spaghetti out of the cupboard, the front door opened. “Hey, Mom.” Jake called from the door. He paced down the hallway, carelessly dropping his backpack on the way, and hugged his mom from behind in the kitchen.
“Jake! You’re back home quick.” Suzy felt her son press into her backside.
“Yeah, I sort of ran home” Jake started at his belt buckle with his left hand and smacked his mom’s thick ass with his right. He delighted in the surprised little yelp she let out “Yesterday was fun, I wanna do it again.”
“Jake, I know what you’re like, but last time went on way too long. Your father had to wait about 2 hours for dinner to be ready for him.” Despite her words, Suzy stuck her ass out at him while coyly looking over her shoulder at him. Jake recognised that her protests were hollow and pulled his jeans and pants down, smacking his large and hard dick on his mom’s ass.
Jake laughed. “He did? Well, tonight he’ll have to make his own dinner.” He pulled his mom’s jeans down and slipped her panties to the side.
“Oh, Jake. I’ve made a…oooohhhh… I’ve made a monster out of you” Suzy moaned as her son entered her yet again. “At least use one of the… uh… condoms… I bought you. I got some in your size… this time-oooohhhh!” Jake reached up from under her and squeezed the globes of tit flesh that were undulating with her movements, giving her a spike of pleasure strong enough to cut her off. Suzy didn’t mention the condom to him again.
An hour later, Suzy’s right leg was up on the edge of the counter as Jake continued to piston into her from behind. All the clothes had come off by now, but in her haze, she had no recollection of when. Her huge motherly breasts were squished between her torse and the countertop as she leaned down on the counter exhausted. Jake, however, seemed to have limitless energy. He began to lose his rhythm and she knew what that meant. She reached over to the edge of the opposite side of the counter and braced for impact as her son roared behind her and deposited his second load of the day inside of her. Suzy cried out with Jake too as the sensation of his seed filling her pushed her over the edge.
After they had calmed down some, Suzy attempted to bring her leg down of the counter, but her legs were so weak that Jake had to catch her before she fell. “Here, mom. I’ve got you.” He led her over to the living room and sat her on the sofa.
“Thank you, dear.” She laid down on her stomach with an arm hanging off the sofa. “God, I don’t think I even wanna stop doing this.” Jake was about to turn to leave when the sight of his mother’s cheeks, shining from the sweat of their labour, stopped him in his tracks. Suzy looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 5:30. “Oh no, I can’t rest. I have to go make dinner for you fathEEERRRR-” Jake had mounted Suzy and stuck his still hard cock inside her again.
“One more time, Mom. Last round… promise…” Jake wanted to savour the feeling of being inside his mother before pounding her again. “I’ll do all the work for you… uh… and you can just… lie and take it” As he began to smack into her, Suzy didn’t even try to object. She wanted this as much as he did. Jake was right, Rob would be making his own dinner tonight.
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