The house felt too quiet the moment Richard's taxi pulled away. Elena stood at the kitchen window, watching the car disappear down the street, her manicured nails digging into the marble countertop. Three weeks. Three whole weeks without that pathetic little prick her husband called a cock. Three weeks of pretending she didn't notice how her son, Aiden, had grown into something sinful.
Eighteen now, and fuck, he was perfection.
She turned, robe slipping off one shoulder, and padded barefoot toward the living room where Aiden sprawled on the couch in nothing but loose gray sweatpants. The TV flickered across his face, but Elena wasn't looking at the screen.
She was looking at the way his tank top strained over heavy, obscene tits—round and soft, nipples dark and peaked against the thin cotton. The way his thick thighs spread wide, sweatpants riding low enough to show the deep V of his hips. The way his fat ass spilled over the edge of the cushion, plush and begging to be spread.
And between those thighs… God. She could see the outline of his pussy, swollen and glistening through the fabric, a dark wet spot spreading like a confession.
Elena's mouth watered. Her own cock—ten inches of thick, veiny meat—throbbed against her thigh, already leaking into her lace panties. Richard's sad four-inch nub couldn't even make her feel full. But Aiden… her baby boy… he was built to take every inch.
"Mom?" Aiden's voice was soft, sleepy. He shifted, and the movement made his tits bounce. "You okay?"
She didn't answer with words.
Elena let the robe fall.
It pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace that did nothing to hide the monstrous bulge straining at the front. Aiden's eyes went wide, pupils blowing black as he stared at her cock—angry red, dripping, curving up toward her navel.
"Mom—what—"
"Shh." She crossed the room in three strides, kneeling between his spread legs. Her hands went straight for his tits, squeezing hard enough to make him gasp. "You've been teasing me for months, baby. Walking around with these fat fucking udders. This juicy ass. This greedy little cunt dripping for Mommy's cock."
Aiden whimried, hips bucking as she yanked his tank top up, exposing his chest. His nipples were pierced—little silver bars that made her mouth flood with saliva. She latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth scraping metal while her other hand shoved into his sweatpants.
Fuck. He was soaked.
Her fingers slid through slick, puffy folds, two digits sinking into his tight pussy like it was made for her. Aiden cried out, back arching, tits thrusting into her face as she finger-fucked him ruthlessly.
"Mom—Mommy—please—"
"Please what?" She pulled off his nipple with a wet pop, licking a stripe up his throat. "Please stop? Or please wreck this slutty hole you've been saving for me?"
She didn't wait for an answer.
Elena ripped his sweatpants down, freeing his cock—eight inches, thick and pretty, already leaking—but she ignored it. She wanted that cunt. Wanted to feel him clench around her like a vice while she bred him deep.
Aiden's legs fell open obscenely, pussy lips parted and glistening, clit swollen and begging. Elena groaned, dragging her tongue through his folds in one long, filthy lick. He tasted like sin—sweet and musky, cunt clenching around nothing as she speared her tongue inside.
"Fuck, baby. You're gonna take Mommy so good."
She stood, shoving her panties down. Her cock slapped against her stomach, precum smearing across her abs. Aiden stared, lips parted, drool shining on his chin.
"On your knees," she growled.
He scrambled to obey, fat ass in the air, face pressed to the couch cushions. Elena gripped his hips, nails digging into soft flesh, and lined up.
The first thrust was brutal.
She buried every inch in one stroke, his pussy swallowing her like it was starving. Aiden screamed, walls fluttering, gushing around her cock as she bottomed out, balls slapping against his clit.
"Fuck—yes—Mommy—harder—"
She gave him harder.
Elena fucked him like an animal, hips snapping, tits bouncing with every thrust. His ass rippled with each impact, pussy creaming down her shaft, dripping onto the couch in thick strings. She reached around, pinching his clit, rolling it between her fingers until he sobbed.
"Gonna fill you up," she snarled, leaning over him, one hand fisting his hair. "Gonna pump this cunt so full of Mommy's cum you'll feel me for days. You want that? Want Mommy's load dripping out of your ruined hole while Daddy's gone?"
"Yes—yes—breed me—please—"
She slammed in deep, cock pulsing, and came with a roar. Thick ropes of cum flooded his pussy, painting his walls white, spilling out around her shaft as she kept thrusting, fucking her seed deeper.
Aiden came with a broken wail, pussy spasming, squirting all over her balls. His cock spurted untouched, painting the couch beneath them.
Elena didn't stop.
She flipped him onto his back, legs over her shoulders, and slid back in. His tits bounced wildly as she pounded him, cum and slick smearing between their bodies.
"Again," she hissed, biting his nipple hard enough to bruise. "Mommy's not done. Not until this cunt is gaping and leaking. Not until you're so full of me you'll never want that tiny-dicked father of yours again."
Aiden could only moan, eyes rolled back, as his mother claimed him completely.
Aiden woke up sore, sticky, and still impaled.
Mommy had carried him to her bed sometime after the fourth round, when his legs stopped working and his pussy was so swollen he couldn't close his thighs. She'd plugged him with her cock all night (ten thick inches buried to the root, keeping every drop of cum inside his ruined cunt like a living toy).
Now morning light poured through the curtains, painting gold across Elena's sleeping face. Her arm was locked around Aiden's waist, possessive, her heavy tits pressed to his back. Her cock (still half-hard) twitched inside him every time he breathed.
Aiden whimpered. Even the tiniest shift sent sparks up his spine. His own cock was trapped against his belly, leaking a steady stream of precum onto the sheets. His pussy drooled around Mommy's shaft, a creamy mix of last night's loads oozing out with every clench.
Elena stirred.
"Morning, baby," she rasped, voice husky with sleep and raw lust. She rolled her hips lazily, grinding deep. "Mommy's alarm clock feels extra full today."
Aiden moaned, high and broken. "M-Mommy… hurts… but don't stop…"
"Never." She bit his shoulder, hard enough to leave teeth marks, and pulled out slow. The wet sound was obscene (schlurp)—followed by a gush of cum that flooded the sheets between his thighs.
"Look at that greedy hole," Elena purred, spreading his cheeks with both hands. His pussy lips were puffy, flushed dark pink, gaping open and winking like it missed her already. Thick white rivers leaked out, dripping over his balls and down to his cock.
She scooped some up on two fingers and shoved them into his mouth.
"Suck. Taste how full Mommy kept you."
Aiden sucked greedily, tongue swirling, eyes rolling back at the salty-bitter flavor of her cum mixed with his own slick.
Elena growled, cock fully hard again (angrier than last night, veins pulsing). She hauled him out of bed by the hair, dragging him downstairs still naked, cum running down his thighs in sticky trails.
The kitchen island was cold against his tits when she bent him over it.
"Spread," she ordered.
Aiden reached back, pulling his cheeks apart, presenting his sloppy hole like an offering. The marble was already smeared with last night's mess (dried cum flakes and pussy juice streaked across the couch upstairs, now mirrored here).
Elena didn't bother with finesse.
She slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust, the island rocking under them. Aiden screamed, tits sliding across the marble, nipples scraping painfully perfect. Every brutal stroke forced more cum out of him, splattering the floor in wet slaps.
"Fuck—fuck—Mommy—gonna break me—"
"That's the plan, sweetheart." She gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, pounding so deep her balls slapped his clit with every thrust. "Gonna break this cunt on Mommy's cock every single day Daddy's gone. Gonna keep you barefoot, bent over, and stuffed full."
She reached under him, wrapping one hand around his throat, the other pinching his fat clit. Aiden's vision whited out.
"Cum," she snarled in his ear. "Milk Mommy's dick with that sloppy pussy right fucking now."
He did (screaming, squirting so hard it sprayed across the cabinets). His walls clamped down, sucking her deeper, and Elena roared, flooding him again. Rope after thick rope painted his insides, overflowing instantly, running in rivers down his trembling legs.
She stayed buried, grinding, refusing to let a single drop escape.
Then she pulled out just enough to watch his hole gape (red, swollen, ruined) before shoving a thick glass plug into him.
"Keep that inside while you make Mommy breakfast," she said, smacking his ass so hard the plug jolted deeper. "Eggs. Bacon. And bend over every time you need something from the bottom shelf."
Aiden could barely stand, legs shaking, plug shifting with every step. Cum oozed around the base, dripping down his balls in slow, obscene trails.
Elena sat at the island, stroking her still-hard cock lazily, watching her son hobble around the kitchen with his tits bouncing and his pussy sealed shut around her morning load.
"After you feed me," she said, voice dark with promise, "Mommy's eating you on this counter. Then the dining table. Then the stairs. By the time Daddy comes home, you won't remember what it feels like to be empty."
Aiden dropped the spatula, bent over to pick it up, and moaned as the plug nudged his prostate.
"Yes, Mommy," he whispered, pushing his ass higher. "Breed me everywhere."
The backyard pool shimmered like liquid sapphire under the noon sun. Elena lounged on a chaise in a black bikini that might as well have been three strings and a prayer. Her cock was half-hard, snaked down one thigh, the fat head peeking past the hem like a threat.
Aiden stood at the pool's edge in the tiniest red thong she'd bought him that morning. The fabric was already soaked, clinging to his puffy pussy lips, the string swallowed completely between his plush ass cheeks. His tits (swollen from last night's abuse) bounced with every nervous breath, nipples pierced and glinting.
Elena crooked a finger.
"Come oil Mommy up, baby."
Aiden's legs shook as he crossed the hot tiles. The glass plug she'd swapped for a bigger, vibrating one this morning buzzed on low, keeping her loads sloshing inside him. Every step made his pussy clench, fresh cream trickling down his thighs.
He knelt between her spread legs, squirting coconut oil straight onto her abs. His hands trembled as he rubbed it in, fingers sliding over hard muscle, tracing the V that disappeared beneath her bikini. When he reached the bulge, Elena grabbed his wrist and forced his hand lower.
"Feel how hard you make me in broad daylight?" she growled. "Keep going."
Aiden peeled the bikini down. Her cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already drooling. He wrapped both oily hands around it, stroking slow, twisting over the head until Elena's hips jerked.
"Good boy. Now sit."
She yanked him into her lap, facing away, thighs spread wide over hers. The thong ripped easily (one sharp tug) and the plug popped out with a wet sound, followed by a flood of cum that splashed onto the chaise.
"Fuck, look at that gape," Elena hissed, spreading his cheeks for the empty yard. "Still hungry after three loads?"
Aiden could only whine as she notched her cock at his entrance and slammed him down.
The slap of skin on skin echoed across the water. Aiden's tits bounced wildly, oil and sweat making them gleam. Elena gripped his hips and fucked up into him mercilessly, using him like a fleshlight while the sun burned down on them both.
"Mommy—someone might see—" he gasped, even as his pussy clenched harder.
"That's the point, sweetheart."
Because they weren't alone.
Across the fence, Elena's best friends (Veronica and Sage) sipped mimosas on Veronica's patio, eyes wide, phones already recording. Elena had texted them an hour ago: bring drinks, watch the show.
Aiden didn't notice until Veronica waved.
His face went scarlet, but his cunt spasmed so hard Elena laughed, dark and filthy.
"Wave back, baby. Show them how pretty you look split open on Mommy's dick."
Aiden lifted one shaking hand, moaning as Elena angled her thrusts to make his tits jiggle harder for the audience. Sage had her hand down her bikini bottoms, biting her lip. Veronica zoomed in, catching every inch disappearing into Aiden's greedy hole.
Elena reached around and ripped the thong's waistband completely off, tossing the shredded fabric into the pool. Then she spread Aiden's pussy lips wide with two fingers, showing off how his clit poked out, swollen and red.
"Tell them what you are," she commanded, voice carrying across the yard.
"I'm—ahh—M-Mommy's cumdump—" Aiden sobbed, squirting suddenly, clear arcs hitting the tiles as his orgasm tore through him.
"Louder."
"I'M MOMMY'S BREEDING BITCH!" he screamed, back arching, pussy gushing around Elena's cock.
The women cheered.
Elena growled, flipped him face-down onto the chaise, ass high. She mounted him like an animal, pounding so hard the metal frame screeched. Cum from earlier loads foamed around her shaft, splattering both their thighs.
"Gonna add another load for your fans," she snarled, biting his shoulder. "Gonna make you waddle back inside with it dripping down your legs while they watch."
She buried deep and unloaded (thick, endless pulses that overflowed instantly, running in white rivers over his balls and onto the cushion). Aiden came again, weaker this time, body shaking as he milked her dry.
When she finally pulled out, his hole stayed open, wrecked and pulsing, cum burbling out in slow globs.
Elena grabbed her phone, snapped a close-up of the gape, and sent it to the group chat titled "Neighborhood Moms."
Caption: who wants next?
Then she shoved three fingers into Aiden's loose cunt, scooped out a thick dollop of cum, and painted it across his lips like gloss.
"Pool's heated," she said casually, pushing him toward the water. "Go swim. Let them see what a well-fucked slut looks like floating on his back with Mommy's cum leaking out."
Aiden stumbled to the edge, legs barely working, and fell in with a splash. He floated spread-eagle, tits above water, pussy submerged and still drooling white clouds into the blue.
Veronica and Sage were already climbing the fence.
Elena smirked, stroking her still-hard cock.