In the heart of Willow Creek, a sleepy rural village nestled between rolling hills and endless golden fields, life moved at the pace of the seasons. The air was thick with the scent of fresh hay and earth, and the days blurred into one another under the relentless sun. Elena Hargrove lived in a modest farmhouse on the edge of the village, her world revolving around her husband, Tom, and their only son, Jake.
Elena was forty-two, with curves that had only ripened with age—full, heavy breasts that strained against her simple cotton blouses, and a round, plush ass that swayed hypnotically when she walked the dirt paths to the market. Her pussy, hidden beneath layers of modest skirts, was a secret torment: always slick, always aching, dripping with a wetness that soaked her panties on the hottest days. She blamed the humidity, but deep down, she knew it was something else. Something forbidden.
Tom was a good man, a farmer through and through, with calloused hands and a kind smile. But in bed, he was... lacking. His cock was tiny, barely four inches when hard, and he finished in under a minute, leaving Elena frustrated and unfulfilled. She'd fake her moans, clutch the sheets, and then lie awake afterward, her hand slipping between her thighs to chase the release he couldn't give her.
Then there was Jake. Her son. Twenty-two years old, built like a god from years of helping on the farm—broad shoulders, strong arms, and a bulge in his jeans that Elena had noticed more times than a mother should. Rumors whispered through the village about Jake's appetites. He loved older women, the milfs of Willow Creek. Mrs. Thompson from the bakery, with her sagging tits and eager mouth. Widow Jenkins down the lane, who'd been seen sneaking out of the barn at dawn with tousled hair and a satisfied glow. Jake had them all wrapped around his finger, and his cock—God, the stories. Thick, veiny, endlessly hard. He could go for hours, they said, pounding away until his lovers begged for mercy.
Elena tried to ignore it. She was his mother. But the obsession grew like weeds in her garden. She'd catch herself staring at him as he chopped wood shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest. Her nipples would harden, her pussy clenching with need. At night, she'd masturbate furiously, imagining his big hands on her body, his massive cock stretching her wide.
One sweltering afternoon, Tom kissed her goodbye and headed out to the far fields for the harvest. "Won't be back till sundown," he said, oblivious as always. The door clicked shut, leaving Elena alone with Jake, who was lounging in the kitchen, sipping lemonade.
She watched him from the doorway, her heart pounding. This was her chance. The ache had become unbearable. She needed him. All of him.
Jake leaned back in his chair, his muscular legs spread wide, the outline of his cock visible through his worn jeans. He knew the effect he had on women—had known since he was eighteen and seduced his first milf, the village schoolteacher. Elena was different, though. She was his mother, forbidden fruit that made his dick twitch just thinking about it. He'd caught her glances, the way her eyes lingered on his crotch. She wanted him. Badly.
"Mom, you okay? You're flushed," Jake said, his voice low and teasing. He stood up, towering over her at six-foot-three, and poured her a glass of lemonade. Their fingers brushed as she took it, sending a spark straight to her core.
"I'm fine, honey. Just the heat," Elena murmured, her voice breathy. She sipped the drink, but her eyes dropped to his chest, the way his shirt clung to his abs. Her pussy throbbed, a fresh gush of wetness soaking her thighs. She shifted, pressing her legs together.
Jake smirked. He knew that look. He'd seen it on every milf he'd fucked. "Need help with anything around the house? Dad's gone all day."
Elena's mind raced. This was it. Slow, she reminded herself. Build it. "Actually... the sink in the bathroom is leaking. Could you take a look?"
He followed her upstairs, his gaze fixed on her ass as it jiggled with each step. In the bathroom, she bent over the sink unnecessarily, her skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her cheeks. Jake's cock hardened instantly, thickening in his pants.
"Here," she said, pointing vaguely. But as he leaned in, their bodies brushed. His arm against her breast. Her hip against his groin. She felt it—his massive erection, hot and insistent.
"Oh," she gasped softly, not pulling away.
Jake didn't move either. "Mom..."
The air thickened with tension. Elena turned slowly, her heavy tits heaving with each breath. "Jake, I... I've been thinking about you. Too much."
His eyes darkened with lust. "Yeah? What kind of thinking?"
She bit her lip, her hand trembling as she reached out, tracing his chest. "The kind a mother shouldn't."
They stood there for what felt like hours, the drip of the faucet the only sound. Jake's hand finally moved, cupping her face gently. "Tell me to stop, and I will."
Elena didn't. Instead, she pressed closer, her soft belly against his hard abs. "Don't stop."
His lips crashed onto hers, hungry and demanding. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing with his. His hands roamed, squeezing her massive tits through her blouse, thumbs circling her hardened nipples. "Fuck, Mom, these are huge," he growled, pinching them until she whimpered.
She was dripping now, her pussy a slick mess. She ground against his thigh, seeking friction. Jake's cock strained against her, thick and long, at least nine inches—she could feel every vein.
He lifted her onto the counter, hiking up her skirt. No panties. Her shaved pussy glistened, lips swollen and wet. "Look at you. Soaked for your son."
Elena blushed but spread her legs wider. "Touch me, baby. Please."
Jake knelt, his breath hot on her thighs. He inhaled her musky scent, then dragged his tongue slowly up her slit. She cried out, her hands fisting his hair. He lapped at her juices, savoring the taste—sweet and tangy, endless flow from her dripping cunt. His tongue circled her clit, flicking it gently at first, then sucking hard.
"Oh God, Jake! Yes!" Elena's hips bucked, her big ass jiggling on the counter. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them against her G-spot. She was tight, velvety, clenching around him like a vice.
He ate her out for ages, building her slowly. No rush. His cock throbbed in his jeans, pre-cum leaking, but he had infinity stamina—could edge himself forever. Her first orgasm hit like a wave, her pussy squirting lightly onto his face. "I'm cumming! Son, I'm cumming!"
He didn't stop, tongue-fucking her through it, drawing out every shudder.
Panting, Elena slid off the counter, dropping to her knees. "Your turn, baby. Let Mommy see that big cock."
Jake unzipped, his massive dick springing free—thick as her wrist, veiny, with a fat head glistening with pre-cum. It bobbed heavily, endless hardness.
Elena's eyes widened. "It's... huge. Bigger than I imagined." She wrapped both hands around it, barely encircling the girth. She stroked slowly, feeling it pulse. Leaning in, she licked the tip, tasting his salty essence. Then she took him in her mouth, lips stretching wide.
Jake groaned, threading fingers through her hair. "Suck it, Mom. Take your son's cock."
She bobbed slowly, tongue swirling, taking more with each pass. Gagging slightly at halfway, but determined. Her saliva dripped down his shaft, mixing with her pussy juices still on his chin. She fondled his heavy balls, full and aching.
He face-fucked her gently at first, then deeper, his stamina letting him thrust without tiring. "Good girl. Milk me with that mouth."
But he didn't cum. Not yet. Hours could pass, and he'd stay rock-hard.
They moved to her bedroom—the one she shared with Tom. Jake stripped her naked, admiring her body. Her tits sagged heavily, nipples dark and erect. Her ass was a masterpiece, round and soft. Her pussy dripped onto the sheets.
He laid her back, spreading her legs. "Ready for me, Mom?"
"Yes. Fuck me with that big cock. Stretch Mommy's pussy."
He rubbed his head against her entrance, coating himself in her wetness. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed in. Elena gasped, her walls yielding to his thickness. "So big! Filling me up!"
Halfway in, she was already full. He thrust deeper, bottoming out against her cervix. No pain, just bliss. He started slow, long strokes, his hips grinding against her clit.
"Fuck, you're tight. Wetter than any milf I've had." Jake pounded steadily, her tits bouncing wildly. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
They fucked for hours—missionary, her on top riding him, her ass rippling with each bounce. Her pussy squirted multiple times, soaking the bed. Jake's cock never softened, pistoning endlessly.
"Cum inside me, son! Breed Mommy!" she begged during her fifth orgasm.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, he roared, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. It overflowed, dripping from her stuffed pussy.
But he was still hard. "Round two?"
Elena smiled wickedly. "All day, baby. Tom's not back till sundown."
Their affair had begun—a slow-burning fire of endless smut in the rural heart of Willow Creek.