Elena's manicured nails dug into the mahogany desk as she stared at the security feed on her husband's laptop. The grainy office camera didn't lie: Richard, her husband of twenty-two years, had his secretary bent over his desk, skirt hiked up, ass in the air. The blonde's moans crackled through the tinny speakers while Richard's hips slapped against her with mechanical rhythm. Elena's stomach churned, but her traitorous body responded in a way that made her hate herself. Heat pooled between her thighs, her pussy clenching around nothing, already slick.
She slammed the laptop shut. The sound echoed like a gunshot in the empty house. Richard wouldn't be home for hours. He never was anymore.
In the master bathroom, Elena stripped off her silk robe. The mirror reflected a woman who still turned heads: 42, with breasts so heavy they swayed with every breath, nipples dark and perpetually hard. Her ass was a perfect heart shape, thick and soft, the kind that made men stare too long. She turned sideways, watching her reflection as she spread her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen, glistening. One finger dipped inside, and she gasped at how easily it slid through her wetness. She was *dripping*. Always had been, since Alex hit puberty.
*Alex.*
Her son's name alone made her clit throb. She pictured him downstairs, sprawled on the couch in those gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the obscene bulge of his cock. He'd inherited his father's height and his mother's intensity, but that *thing* between his legs? That was all his own. Thick. Veiny. She'd seen it tenting his shorts when he thought she wasn't looking. Once, she'd walked in on him changing, and the sight of it swinging heavy between his thighs had haunted her dreams for weeks.
Elena turned on the shower, letting the steam fill the room. She stepped under the spray, water cascading over her tits, running in rivulets down her belly to mix with the slickness already coating her inner thighs. Her fingers found her clit, circling slowly. She imagined Alex's hands instead, rougher, bigger. Imagined that monster cock stretching her open, splitting her in half.
"Fuck," she whimpered, pressing her forehead to the tile. Her hips rocked against her hand as she plunged two fingers inside, then three. Her pussy made obscene wet sounds, echoing off the marble. She came hard, thighs shaking, a gush of fluid squirting onto the shower floor. But it wasn't enough. It was *never* enough.
She toweled off roughly, avoiding her reflection. In the bedroom, she packed with mechanical precision. Richard's suits went into garbage bags. Her lingerie, the expensive kind he'd never appreciated, went into suitcases. She left the wedding photos face-down on the dresser.
Downstairs, Alex looked up from his phone as she descended the stairs in a tight black dress that hugged every curve. His eyes flicked to her cleavage, then away, guilty. Good boy.
"Mom? What's going on?"
"We're leaving." She didn't stop walking. "Pack a bag. We're gone by morning."
He followed her to the garage, confusion etched on his face. "Dad—"
"Your father's fucking his secretary on his desk right now." Elena's voice was flat. "I'm done."
Alex's jaw tightened. He didn't argue. Just nodded and disappeared to pack.
The drive to the new city took six hours. Elena kept her eyes on the road, but her peripheral vision caught every shift of Alex's body in the passenger seat. The way his thigh muscles flexed when he adjusted. The outline of his cock, soft but still massive, pressing against his jeans. She gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles went white.
Their new apartment was small but modern, all clean lines and floor-to-ceiling windows. Elena claimed the master bedroom; Alex took the smaller one across the hall. She unpacked in silence, hanging her dresses in the closet, lining up her heels. When she heard the shower start in the guest bath, she couldn't resist.
The door was cracked open. Steam billowed out. Alex stood under the spray, head bowed, water streaming down the V of his back to the dimples above his ass. His cock hung heavy between his legs, even soft it was thicker than Richard's had ever been hard. Elena's mouth went dry. She should leave. She *needed* to leave.
Instead, she watched as he soaped up, hands sliding over his chest, down his abs. When he wrapped a fist around his shaft, giving it a lazy stroke, her knees nearly buckled. He was growing, thickening, the head flushing dark. She pressed her thighs together, feeling fresh wetness soak her panties.
She fled to her own bathroom, locking the door. The shower here was bigger, with a rainfall head and bench. She stripped frantically, stepping under the scalding water. Her hands were on her tits immediately, squeezing the heavy flesh, pinching her nipples until they ached. She spread her legs wide, one foot on the bench, and attacked her pussy with desperate fingers.
"Alex," she moaned, the sound swallowed by the water. "God, baby, your cock... so big..."
She imagined him bursting in, pinning her to the wall, that thick head breaching her entrance. She'd be so tight around him, so wet, taking every inch until he bottomed out. He'd fuck her for hours, she knew it. He had his father's stamina but none of his selfishness. He'd make her cum until she couldn't stand.
Her orgasm hit like a freight train, back arching, a silent scream as she squirted again, the fluid mixing with the shower water and swirling down the drain. She slid down the wall, panting, tits heaving.
In the morning, they'd start over. New city. New life. Just the two of them.
Elena smiled against the tile, her pussy still pulsing with aftershocks.
*Soon.*
The apartment smelled like fresh paint and possibility. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, glinting off the hardwood floors. Elena stood in the kitchen, hips swaying as she unpacked groceries. She wore a thin white tank top, no bra, her heavy breasts straining the fabric. The outline of her dark nipples was unmistakable. Cut-off denim shorts hugged her thick ass, the frayed hem riding up with every bend. She knew Alex was watching from the couch. She *wanted* him to.
"Mom, you need help?" His voice was rough, like he'd swallowed gravel.
"I've got it, baby." She bent deeper into the fridge, ass high, the shorts pulling tight between her cheeks. A damp spot bloomed at the crotch, her pussy already weeping. She'd been wet since sunrise, waking from a dream where Alex had her pinned to the mattress, that fat cock splitting her open.
Alex shifted on the couch, adjusting himself. The bulge in his basketball shorts was obscene, stretching the fabric. Elena bit her lip, imagining the weight of it on her tongue.
They spent the day arranging furniture. Elena "accidentally" brushed against him every chance she got. Her tits grazed his arm when she reached for a box. Her ass pressed into his groin as she squeezed past in the narrow hallway. Each touch left her trembling, pussy clenching around nothing.
By evening, the apartment looked like home. Alex sprawled on the couch, shirtless, sweat glistening on his chest. Elena's mouth watered. She disappeared into her bedroom, stripping off her sweaty clothes. In the mirror, her body glowed—tits swollen, nipples aching, pussy lips puffy and slick. She slipped into a silk robe, short and sheer, tying it loosely so her cleavage spilled out.
She padded into the living room, pretending to search for the remote. "Movie night?" she purred, bending over the coffee table. The robe gaped, giving Alex a full view of her hanging breasts, nipples brushing the wood.
"Uh, sure." His eyes were glued to her chest. His cock twitched visibly in his shorts.
Elena settled beside him, thigh pressed to his. The opening credits rolled, but neither watched. Her hand rested on his knee, inching higher with every minute. Alex's breathing grew shallow. When her fingers brushed the hem of his shorts, he jerked.
"Mom..."
"Shh." She turned, robe slipping off one shoulder. Her tit spilled free, heavy and perfect. "You've grown so much, baby. Let Mommy see."
His eyes darkened. He didn't stop her when she tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head already slick with precum. It bobbed against his abs, easily nine inches, girth like her wrist. Elena's pussy gushed, soaking the couch cushion.
"Fuck," she whispered, wrapping her hand around the base. Her fingers didn't meet. She stroked slowly, watching his hips buck. "So big... Mommy's been dreaming about this."
Alex groaned, head falling back. Elena leaned in, tongue flicking the slit, tasting salt. She took the head into her mouth, lips stretching wide. He was too thick to deepthroat, but she worked what she could, saliva dripping down the shaft, coating her tits. Her free hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit in frantic circles.
Alex's hand tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding. "Mom... I'm gonna..."
She pulled off with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Not yet, baby." She stood, letting the robe fall. Naked, glistening, she straddled his lap. Her pussy hovered over his cock, dripping onto the head. "Feel how wet Mommy is for you?"
She sank down an inch, the stretch burning deliciously. Her walls fluttered around the tip. Alex's hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her ass. She rose up, then down again, taking more. Halfway in, she was stuffed full, pussy creaming around him.
"God, you're huge," she moaned, grinding slow. Her tits bounced in his face. He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. Elena cried out, riding him harder, the wet slap of her ass against his thighs filling the room.
They didn't make it to full penetration. Alex came with a roar, thick ropes of cum painting her insides. The heat triggered her own orgasm, pussy squirting around his cock, soaking his balls. She kept moving, milking him dry, her juices running down his shaft.
Panting, she collapsed against his chest, his softening cock still buried inside her. "That was just the beginning," she whispered, kissing his neck. "Mommy's pussy belongs to you now."
Alex's arms tightened around her, possessive. In the dark apartment, the city lights flickering outside, Elena smiled. Their new life had truly begun.