[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ushpqm/what_a_son_wants_part_01_mf_dubcon_incest/) – [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uttara/what_a_son_wants_part_02_mf_incest_oral_piv/) – [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uxmdua/what_a_son_wants_part_03_mf_incest_dubcon/) – [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v1uk39/what_a_son_wants_part_04_incest_dubcon_blackmail/) – [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/v468rc/what_a_son_wants_part_05_incest_mf_dubcon/)
There was something urgent about the way he fucked her this morning – his hands, quickly, painfully exploring her body, squeezing and probing every orifice, every sloping valley of her legs and thighs; his lips, brushing first soft kisses against the swell of her breasts, then nipping the hard, budded nipples until she whimpered and whined and begged for him to stop; his breath, hard and ragged as he drew closer and closer to his climax.
Brandi knew what it was that spurred this urgency—the end of what he had come to enjoy, come to crave.
Her.
His fingers curled into her sex as his cock slammed into her ass, rocking her forward with each heavy thrust. The shower ran on full blast beside them, the thick steam flowing over the top of the stall, drifting lazily downwards to cover the frenzied fucking of mother and son. Brandi was losing herself, too, her son’s thumb insistently swirling around her clit, his fingers stroking her inner walls to tease her g-spot, until her heart raced and she felt the electric, building pressure that indicated another orgasm.
Jake had long since learned exactly what movements drove her to the edge fastest, and he had already stirred her to climax twice. It wasn’t normal for him to risk a fuck while Todd was home, but her husband was downstairs reading the morning paper, and the shower’s beating cacophony was more than enough to cover her soft whimpers and his harsh grunts.
The countertop bit into her back, but she hardly noticed. Her son had her folded over, her ass hanging off the egg while he plowed into her at waist height, her legs wrapped around his waist and drawing him into her.
She was close to cumming again.
“Cum for me, mom,” he growled, his cock twitching and throbbing inside her ass. She was so fucking tight that ever since he’d fucked it the night before with his friends, he’d been craving it again. He’d almost woken her up in the middle of the night for a quick fuck on the middle of the floor, next to Dad, but he’d resisted. She’d been exhausted after the gang bang, and he’d been trying to be nice.
This morning was a different story.
Brandi’s whimpers were hitched, her breaths broken, shaky, her eyes unfocusing as she tried to reach the climax that seemed to hover just out of reach. Her son’s whispered urging made her groan, her arms wrapping around his neck as she ground herself against him. Each time his cock slammed into her she could feel it through the walls of her pussy, hitting her g-spot, driving her closer. Her tongue spilled out of her mouth lewdly, drool spilling down her chin.
Jake slammed his cock into her, saying, “Now!”
Brandy’s eyes shot open as she convulsed, the climax hitting her hard enough that she thought her heart was going to stop in her chest, a gasp tearing from between kiss-bruised lips. The electric pleasure pulsed through her body, her limbs and core shaking and trembling. Jake smirked, his cock slamming into her over and over, his fingers stroking her, pushing the orgasm further, until her whimpers became keens. The stimulus to her clit was approaching almost painful as he didn’t let her rest, the electric surges rushing through her again and again with each flick of his thumb and curl of his index finger.
“Jake!” she cried, begging, not wanting him to stop but needing him to.
“That’s better,” he growled, his cock jerking as he joined her in the climax, enjoying the way her ass clenched around his shaft. She was so fucking tight that not even a drop of cum spilled out as he finally pulled his softening cock from her hole. Before anything could spill loose, he pushed her XL toy back inside, saying, “Keep this in, mom. All day. I’ll check when I get home.”
He turned and hopped in the shower, leaving Brandi to clean up.
***
“Something smells good, what’s for breakfast, Mom?”
Brandi wasn’t one for baking, normally, but for the first day back from break she had decided to put in a little bit more effort for her family.
The white apron the busty blonde mom wore was splattered with powdered sugar and flour, and it was almost long enough to reach her thighs, but not quite.
“Pancakes!” She added, “Blueberry, to be exact. With scrambled eggs and bacon.” She pointed to the plates left for him on the counter.
Jake passed a bit closer to his mom on the way to the plates than he needed to, his hand grabbing one ass cheek that was almost sticking out of the bottom of her robe. “Thanks, Mom, you’re the best.”
His fingers slipped between her cheeks, and he smirked as he felt the flared rubber plug, still inserted from before the shower. “Good girl,” he teased, grabbing the syrup from the fridge. He said, “Morning, Dad,” as he saw his father entering the kitchen. “Off to work?”
“Soon,” Todd responded, distracted, grabbing one of the plates. He sat at the kitchen table, before he suddenly said, “By the way, I switched you out of school, Jake, and Brandi, I went ahead and let your law office know that you won’t be coming in any longer. I got a call yesterday about a promotion, the details are still being finalized, but I’ll be traveling a lot. You guys will be working and going to school from home, now, so that you can travel with me when I need to be gone across seas for a while.”
Brandi stared at Todd, her eyes wide—he hadn’t even mentioned this promotion, hadn’t even said a single word about her staying home. Was he joking?
No, there was no discussion in Todd’s voice, and Todd never joked. Brandi closed her eyes, trying to hide the way her heart was sinking, saying, “Of course, Todd, whatever works best for you.” Anxiety clawed into her gut, the realization that everything she had been experiencing over the past two weeks was going to keep happening. For as long as Jake was with them, probably.
Jake chuckled, adding, “Cool, Dad. I didn’t like that school much, anyways. Mom can homeschool me—I bet she can teach me a thing or two, right?”
Brandi groaned, but said, trying to keep her tone from betraying her dismay, “Of course, Jake, anything for you.”
“I have to go to London for a few days to finalize the transfer of positions, I’ll be back before the weekend.” Todd, as usual, was not one to linger. He had hardly touched his breakfast, eating only the bacon, before he stood and left. A quick, “See you in a few days,” was all he said before he left the Harbor household.
“Bye!” Jake said, cheerily, though he spoke to a closed door. “See you soon!”
***
The look on his mom’s face when his dad had announced the news had been priceless—he’d have to go back and look through the cameras, see if he could find the exact moment that she realized the little break that she’d thought was almost behind her was soon going to be her everyday reality. She’d looked almost near tears. So, to make up for her dashed expectations, he’d said she could take a bath, enjoy a day of peace and quiet, she could even take her plug out to fully freshen up. He was going to be out for a bit.
He had a surprise for her later, after all.
“Ready, Mom?”
Brandi looked up—she’d made it nearly three-hundred pages into her novel, frowning. “Ready for what?” She realized abruptly that it was nearly six ‘o’clock, and she’d completely missed the hours she normally got started working on dinner. Not having Todd home, and Jake being gone all day, had really messed with her time perception.
“A surprise; I’m going to take us out tonight for some fun.” He was grinning, and she wanted to tell him absolutely not, she wanted nothing to do with whatever scheme he’d concocted during his time out of the house.
Instead, she sighed, looking down at herself. She wore a fitting winter dress that curved just under her ass, hugging her pert rear, with thigh-high leather boots “Are you going to tell me anything about this so called “surprise”?” she asked, putting her book aside. Her anxiety had returned.
“Nope, that’s part of the surprise, and so is this.” He held something out, and it took Brandi a second to realize what it was.
“A blindfold?” She asked, incredulous. “Where on earth are we going?” Jake hadn’t been around all day long, and now she was suddenly worried about where her son had been off to during those quiet hours.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said, taking the blindfold and looping it over her head. Darkness descended immediately, and she felt suddenly claustrophobic.
Jake took a moment to wave his hand in front of his mom’s face, but as far as he could tell, the blindfold was working exactly as intended. His mom couldn’t see a thing, and he reached down, squeezing one of her lush, full tits through her dress. Her nipples hardened almost instantly, and he tugged on one, pulling on it until she sucked in a sharp breath. He laughed, saying, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist, Mom, I just love your fucking tits so much.”
He loved doing things with her that made her squirm, made her want to say no. It was always fun finding ways to twist her into doing it anyway. That was part of this surprise, too, but she didn’t know it yet.
It didn’t take long to get to where he was planning his “surprise.”
The name of the old bar was emblazoned on an old sign out front, and he thought it was almost too on the nose to be true: The Glory Hole. The bar’s logo was of a woman’s lips parted in an “oh,” and he snorted, rather impressed by how on the nose they’d decided to be about their exhibitionism.
He’d heard of this place from the sex shop where he’d bought his mom’s plugs at. The clerk had been a bit of a flirt the next time he’d gone in to look for gifts for his Mom, and when he’d asked about any places for free use kinks, she’d mentioned the bar. It was supposedly pretty set up for this sort of thing, which made sense when he considered the name.
The way to the back rooms of the bar was brightly lit and surprisingly clean. There were three rooms: two bathrooms, and a room that had no genders labeled, just the same logo of a woman’s lips, parted in that sensual gasp.
This was the right room, he assumed.
He led his mom inside, immediately intrigued by what he saw, though he had no more doubts about the legitimacy of the sex shop’s clerk—he had expected a bathroom, but instead, it seemed to be a maintenance closet that had been altered to be designed purely for free-use sex. It was a small, narrow room, with benches extending on both sides of the walls. On the wall to his left, there was a single hole, cut just large enough that he could have been able to fit his fist through if he’d wanted. Not that he did. The bench on this side was near to the floor, looking almost like a kneeler at a catholic church.
On the other wall, to his right, the bench was at normal waist height, and there was a small dark curtain hanging down. When he pulled the curtain back, he saw that there was a small square doorway that could be pulled back, only the size of a crawlspace door. His eyes widened as he realized what this was intended for—the woman could slide her legs through the doorway to the bathroom on the other side of the wall, providing her mysterious partner the opportunity to fuck her, no strings attached, no connection other than the physical.
On the right side, above waist height, a massive television had been installed, giving him a look at the other side. For now the television was off, but he had a hunch that it would spring to life right around the time he pulled that door open.
“Jake?” Brandi asked, nervous. Her son hadn’t said anything for some time. She wanted to reach up and snatch off the blindfold, but she knew that he wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.
“I’m going to need you to trust me, Mom, can you do that?” Jake asked, leading her over to the hole in the wall to his left, to the simple circle that had been cut out. His cock was hard, hoping that this would work. He was just going off the word of the clerk. It was possible that this was just going to be a flop and, at most, they’d see one flimsy pencil-dick.
But he had to try, at least, the thought of handing his mom off to a bunch of strangers was too hot to not try at least once. Jake grabbed his cock through his jeans, squeezing it a few times. He’d have to swing by here himself some time, when he didn’t have his mom around. Or maybe when he did.
Brandi was hesitant, but what was she supposed to do? She let her son push her down to her knees, her heart hammering, her mind racing. She knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t something that sons normally gifted their mothers.
Reaching over his mom, Jake flipped the small switch on the side of the wall, the one that flipped green in the men’s bathroom. Almost instantly the hole in the wall darkened with a shadow, and he could hear the rustle of a belt. A moment later he saw the fat, engorged head of a stranger’s dick push through the wall, rubbing against Brandi’s lips. His mom gasped, pulling back, but Jake reached forward and pushed her head towards the stranger’s cock again, murmuring, “Come on, suck it for me, Mom.”
Brandi heard the note in her son’s words, knew what it meant. Suck my cock, or else. She leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head that she’d felt brush against her lips. Immediately she felt something was off, different. The taste was saltier than normal, and she almost pulled away again, but she resisted the urge. She could feel Jake’s hands pushing her forward, and she let them guide her, forcing her forward until her lips pressed against something hard. She made a soft moan of surprise, wishing she could open her eyes.
Jake watched his mom, loving the way she was so eager to suck on cock so long as she thought it was his. “That’s it, Mom,” he groaned, softly, “suck that fat cock for me.” He squeezed his own rock-hard rod, before an idea hit him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, quickly switching to the camera. All of this had begun because he’d thought to record a video he shouldn’t have – he didn’t want to miss the chance to record this little vid. After all, it was worth almost as much blackmail material as all the others combined.
He slowly pulled on his cock as he watched his mom, waiting to see if and when she realized that the dick she was sucking wasn’t her son’s. Would she be happy to know that for once she wasn’t being an incestuous slut, sucking her son’s fat length? Or would she be horrified to know that she’d taken some stranger in her mouth? He groaned again at the idea, and his mom’s pace picked up, as if thinking she were pleasing her son and striving to do more.
She was such a good mom.
Brandi’s tongue swirled around the fat, swollen cockhead, whimpering softly as it lunged forward, driving deeply into her throat. She tried to pull back again, but this time Jake had her pinned, not allowing her to back away. The cock took advantage of this—she no longer believed it was Jake who was fucking her mouth—and her whimpers grew frantic as it thrust into her rapidly, plowing into her throat until saliva dripped and pooled down the wall and the front of her chest. She couldn’t breathe, panic growing, and finally Jake let her back off. She coughed, sputtering, tears burning behind the blindfold.
She reached up to tear it off, but Jake grabbed her hand, pulling it back, “No, leave it on. I’ll let you know when you can take it off.”
She hesitated, but he gave her no more time. Before she could resist, he was pushing her back down on the cock, and she could taste the precum that had welled on the fat tip while she had been gasping for air. The man on the other side of the wall tasted different than Jake, his precum thicker, saltier. She could feel him jerking, and with each jerk he would spurt a load of cum into her mouth, rather than pulsing thick ropes all at once. She whimpered, until at last, the cock pulled out of her mouth.
She felt Jake’s hand in on her head, petting her, almost like she was a pet. “That’s better,” he teased, “was that so bad?”
She would have said no, but something else brushed against her lips. Confusion bloomed, then realization. “Another?” she whispered, looking up, but of course the blindfold hid her son from her view.
“Another,” he confirmed, chuckling softly. “And another, and another, until you can’t take any more, until you’re full of cum and you beg me to go home. But for now, yes, another.”
Brandi knew that her son was serious, and she was pushed back down on the next waiting cock. This once was long and thin, and he made it only three pumps inside her mouth before he came, spurting a massive load of wet, hot cum across her face. She gasped in shock, the cum dripping into her mouth and off her nose.
Jake watched as his mom took the second load to the face. She was sexy as fuck like that, she just didn’t know it. He didn’t want her to just suck on cock, though; and he was glad that someone had the foresight to install the other side of the room, the one that would allow his mom to truly learn to loosen up a bit. “Tired of sucking cock yet, Mom?” he asked, teasing, knowing the answer.
She whimpered a soft, “Yes.” His own rod twitched, loving that almost, but not-quite-defeated tone. It meant she would do anything.
“Alright.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her into a standing position. He guided her to the other side of the room, where the curtain and the strange little door lay. He pulled the curtain back, then the small door, and saw on the other side nearly a half-dozen naked men, waiting, their palms wrapped around their cocks as they waited for the woman whose lips had just been felt. They knew she was here. He groaned to himself, chuckling softly. “I hope you like surprises, Mom, this is going to be a big one.”
He turned her around, loving that the blindfold made it so that his mom rarely even wanted to argue—when she couldn’t see what was going on, she simply let him lead. He would have to remember that.
His hands fondled her ass, but a shadow passing the cutout in the wall warned him not to waste any more time. He pulled up the bottom of her dress, rubbing the pert derriere, before slapping it soundly. She cried out, a yelp, and he heard excited voices on the other side of the wall. In just a moment, his mom’s pussy and ass would be available for any man who happened to wander into the bathroom of some random biker bar—and he was going to have it on camera, just for good measure.
“I love that you sometimes don’t wear panties,” he murmured, pressing his lips against her skin, wishing he could fuck her, instead, but not quite yet “makes it so easy to slide inside you.” His hands slid between her
Brandi clenched her eyes shut, dreading what would come next. Already she had had two cocks thrust into her face, down her throat. Two different cocks, she was certain, though she couldn’t prove it.
“Be good, and maybe we’ll go get burgers afterward,” he said, sitting her down on the bench and pushing her towards the cutout hole in the wall.
Brandi gasped as she felt her legs slide through something, the blindfold preventing her from seeing what exactly, though she felt that it was tight, like she was being fit into a door or container.
A large, strong hand grabbed her hip, guiding her through the opening, warm and hard and unfamiliar. Another joined it, spreading her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh until a whine slipped from her. Her heart raced, for the first time fearful of what was happening to her at the hands of her son’s perversions. “Jake?” she whispered, anxiously, her hand searching for him. He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, before guiding it to the swollen cock in his palm. She shuddered, but wrapped her hand around the shaft, squeezing and stroking, her stomach churning with anxiety and dread. The hands on the lower half of her body pulled and pet her, exploring every inch of her exposed flesh.
Jake groaned softly. “Relax, Mom,” he said softly to Brandi, looking down at her. She was so fucking hot, laying back, helpless. “I’m right here with you.” The television finally flickered on, and he was granted a view of his mom from the other side of the wall—the camera was mounted high enough that it was able to peer over the shoulders of the men who were pulling her into position. Her thighs were spread, and he could see her tight pussy and puckered ass.
Brandi’s body tensed as she felt someone urge her legs apart, hands grabbing her calves and lifting upwards, spreading her wide. His cock rubbed against her asshole and she whined, trying to tighten herself to block him out.
“Jake?!” she asked, frightened, and he knew that she knew. He could see on the screen that one of the men was maneuvering one of her legs into a strap on the other side of the wall, binding it spread apart.
Brandi gasped as she felt something wet land on her asshole, which she could only assume was spit. A moment later she felt the cockhead once again at her sphincter, pushing and prodding, a hand wrapped around the shaft until, finally, it pushed through and began to fill her. She gasped sharply, back arching upward, forgetting about Jake for a moment. Her hands flailed to the wall, trying to find a way to push back the man invading her, claiming her. Not even Jake’s friends in the gangbang the evening before had fucked her ass – only her son.
“Be good,” Jake repeated, said, eyes locked on the screen as he saw the man burying himself in his mom’s ass, still a virgin hole up until yesterday, slamming himself home in her again and again. Each thrust of the stranger’s cock rocked Brandi forward, eliciting a moan from her each time. Her hands had stopped pushing frantically at the door, and he took that as a sign that she was adjusting somewhat.
Her mouth parted in a silent cry as the man slipped out of her ass, then plowed himself into her cunt, his rigid length spearing her. The stranger hilted himself in her, his hands tight on her thighs and hips as he ground her hips against his, then pulled out and began to rapidly fuck her pussy, the wet sound of her dripping cunt audible even to her son on the other side of the divider. The rhythm was fast, hurried and sloppy, the man not bothering with Brandi’s body other than to use it as a warm cocksleeve.
Jake, tired of simply watching, grabbed his mom’s head and turned it to the side, so that her pert, pouting lips were level with his hard, throbbing cock.
She couldn’t see him, but she felt his head against her lips, precum oozing from the slit, salty and familiar. He pushed his cock past her lips, her tongue rising to tease the shaft, licking and sucking with renewed vigor, certain that this time it was her son’s cock that she slavered over. In his free hand he still held the phone, occasionally flicking between the mother who sucked him off and the television that displayed the fucking that her pussy was taking.
“Good,” he groaned through gritted teeth, unable to say another word. His eyes were locked on the tv screen, watching the other man as, suddenly, he slammed himself in Brandi one final time, then held there, clearly experiencing his first orgasm. A moment later he stepped back, slapping Brandi’s cum-dripping pussy, a hard, wet slap that Jake heard and rocked his mom forward again, her whimper making her mouth vibrate around his dick. “Fuck,” he groaned, fighting the urge to cum there.
Another man lined up in between Brandi’s legs, a shorter, fatter man, his cock nowhere near as large as the last man’s, though it was thicker. She gasped it as probed her raw pussy, dripping cum and her own lust down her thighs, then immediately pushed inside her, stretching her wider, if that was possible.
This man was less graceful than the last, more frenzied. As soon as he hilted out in her, his hand slapped down against her thigh, leaving a bright red mark on the pale, unblemished flesh. She cried out around Jake’s cock, jerking upwards in reflex, though her son merely shoved her back down, his hand groping her tit painfully hard as he pinned her.
He had been slowly thrusting into her mouth, using it almost gently while he’d watched the television, but as she cried out he seemed to appear to lose some of his control, his hand moving to her hair suddenly, holding her still as he leaned forward, rolling his hips so that his cock slid deep down his mom’s gaping throat. She choked immediately, gagging, and now her hands flew to him, pushing at his thighs, but he relentlessly held on, his cock sliding into her throat again and again. Her gagging, slobbery attempts to breathe only made her throat constrict around his cock, and he groaned.
Brandi’s panic kept her from thinking rationally. She couldn’t see, didn’t know who held her, who filled her. Jake fucked her mouth, she knew that, his thrusts becoming quicker, harder, coming closer and closer to his orgasm. She whimpered, softly, tongue lashing the underside of his head, hoping to tease him to fulfillment. A moment later, his cock spilled down her throat, the hot cum jetting in thick spurts to fill her. He felt her throat working around his shaft as she frantically swallowed his semen, not wanting any to spill, not wanting to choke. He pulled out, groaning, letting the last ropes splash across her face. He loved seeing her covered in his cum—it reminded everyone who she belonged to, now.
He looked up in time to see the second man cumming, his cock in his hand as he stroked it onto his mom’s exposed asshole, the stranger covering her in thick, white spunk. When he seemed to finish, he pushed himself back inside Brandi for two or three more thrusts, before finally stepping back and walking off-screen.
There were no other guests waiting, so Jake pulled his mom back through, helping her pull her legs back into the little free-use room. She hardly moved, her legs shaking, face and pussy covered in cum.
His cock hardened almost instantly, seeing her looking so helpless and beaten. “Did you like my surprise, mom?” he asked, teasing. “You look like you did, covered in cum. You look exhausted, though, you’ve been working hard.” He reached down, his fingers scooping up some of the cum that was dripping from her pussy. “Tongue out,” he ordered.
Brandi, hesitantly, held her tongue out. She knew that to expect, but still she shuddered as he brushed his fingers along her tongue, wiping the spunk off. “Suck them clean, Mom,” he ordered, then, and she quickly did as he ordered, her lips wrapping around the two digits, sucking until she couldn’t taste any more cum or cream on his fingers. He pulled them loose with a pop, groaning softly.
He didn’t give her a chance to argue. He grabbed her hips, pulling her around so that her dripping, cum-drenched pussy facing him. “God, Mom, I love that you’re turning into such a sexy little slut,” he groaned, seeing how used she’d been. He grabbed his cock by the root, stroking it slowly, feeling the blood rush as he lined himself up with her messy cunt.
“Jake,” she whispered, begging, “don’t.”
He chuckled, slowly sliding into her, the wetness of the cum and her own arousal making her the hottest, wettest that she’d ever been. Every inch that he slid inside of her was tight, warm bliss, clenching and cradling his cock deep within her core. “Fuck,” he groaned again, his eyes closing, focusing on the pleasure.
All of those cocks had claimed her, but she was his, in the end. Not his dad’s, not his friend’s, not some random stranger’s, not even her own, anymore.
His.
Jake slammed himself home between his mom’s thighs, quickly finding his rhythm, focusing on her soft whimpers, the wet squelches as he fucked her dripping pussy, filled with cum and cock. She was whimpering, whining, writhing, and he realized that she hadn’t cum yet. “You want to cum, don’t you, Mom?” he teased, his hips rocking upwards, grinding against the g-spot he had made it his mission to find, to learn. He had used it to bring her to climax before against her will, used it to bring her to a rolling, screaming orgasm.
He wanted to do it again.
“No,” she whimpered, denying him, but he knew the lie when he saw it.
He slapped her tit, then squeezed it, saying, “Don’t lie. Beg for it, Mom, beg for it and I’ll let you cum with me.” His cock was rock-hard, the hardest it had been in days, and he knew he was running out of time. But, so was his mom. She hardly seemed to hear him, her hips rising slightly to meet his thrusts, angling him to slide against her g-spot whenever he thrust inside her.
She was bringing herself to her own climax.
He groaned, grabbing her hips, thrusting in her harder, faster, breaking her rhythm. A frustrated cry tore from her hips, and he chuckled. She’d been close. “Beg for it,” he repeated, his fingers digging pale ovals on her skin.
Brandi whimpered. The edge was so close that she could feel it, but the longer than Jake held his control, she knew that she wouldn’t reach it without him.
“Please,” she finally cried, hating the catch in her voice, the weakness, the hunger she heard.
Jake groaned, rocking his hips forward again in the way that she had been trying to emulate, and she shuddered, hips jerking upright. Almost there. He pulled out, thrust in again.
She screamed, convulsing, hips bucking. He pinned them down, feeling her cunt clench and tremble as she rode out her orgasm, milking him with her twisting, spent pussy. A groan tore from his lips as he came again, his cock jerking inside her as he felt his second release, much stronger than the first, spilling his load deep inside his mom’s sex, spurting thick jet after thick jet deep inside her.
For a moment, he stood there, leaning against his mom. Both were panting, shaking, spent. He reached forward, pulling off the blindfold, watching as his mom blinked and adjusted to the light, her eyes finally meeting his—she looked exhausted.
He grinned, “Surprise.”
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