Morning light sliced through the blinds, striping Elena's naked body in gold. She lay sprawled across Alex's bed, one thick thigh thrown over his hip, her heavy breasts crushed against his chest. His cock, still half-hard and slick with their mixed fluids, rested against her belly like a sleeping beast. She could feel it twitch every time her pussy fluttered, which was often. The sheets beneath them were soaked; her constant arousal had turned the mattress into a swamp.
Alex stirred, groaning. "Mom… we fell asleep like this."
"Mmm." Elena nuzzled his neck, inhaling the musk of sex and sweat. "Best sleep I've had in years." She rolled her hips, dragging her dripping slit along his shaft. It thickened instantly, swelling against her clit. "Someone's awake."
He hissed, hands sliding down to grip her ass. "You're gonna kill me."
"Never." She kissed him slow and deep, tongue sliding against his, tasting herself on him. "Mommy just wants to play."
They showered together, Elena soaping his cock with deliberate strokes, watching it grow impossibly harder under her palms. She knelt, water cascading over her tits, and took him into her mouth again. This time she was greedy, hollowing her cheeks, swallowing as much as she could. Alex braced a hand against the tile, hips rocking gently. When he came, she drank every drop, her pussy clenching at the taste.
The day passed in a haze of near-misses. Elena wore a sundress with no panties, the hem brushing her thighs. Every time she bent over, the fabric rode up, flashing her glistening lips. Alex's eyes followed her like a starving man. At the grocery store, she "dropped" her keys in the cereal aisle, bending slow. The cool air kissed her wet pussy; she knew he could see everything. His cock strained against his jeans, a wet spot forming at the tip.
Back home, she made lunch in nothing but an apron. Her tits spilled out the sides, nipples rubbing the rough fabric. Alex sat at the counter, knuckles white around his fork. When she leaned over to set his plate down, her breast brushed his arm. He dropped the fork with a clatter.
"Mom, please."
"Please what?" She straddled his lap, apron riding up. Her bare pussy pressed against the bulge in his shorts. "Tell Mommy what you want."
He groaned, hands sliding under the apron to cup her ass. "You. Inside you. Now."
She laughed, low and throaty, grinding slow. "Not yet, baby. Mommy wants to tease."
The teasing became torture. Every touch lingered. Every glance burned. By evening, Elena's pussy was a throbbing ache, dripping down her thighs in steady streams. She wore a sheer babydoll nightie, the lace cups barely containing her tits. Alex sat on the couch, cock tenting his boxers, eyes dark.
She crawled onto his lap, nightie riding up to expose her ass. "Touch me," she whispered.
His hands were everywhere, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. She guided one hand between her legs. His fingers slipped through her folds, two sliding in easily. She was so wet they made a squelching sound.
"Fuck, Mom, you're soaked."
"Always for you." She rode his hand, hips rolling, tits bouncing. When he curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside, she came hard, squirting over his wrist, soaking his boxers. He didn't stop, adding a third finger, stretching her. She came again, louder, pussy gushing.
Finally, she couldn't wait. She yanked his boxers down, his cock springing free, angry red and leaking. She sank onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch. The stretch was perfect, her walls gripping him like a vice.
"God, yes," she moaned, rising and falling. Her ass slapped against his thighs, tits bouncing wildly. Alex latched onto a nipple, sucking hard. She rode him through two orgasms, her pussy creaming down his balls, before he flipped her onto the couch.
He pounded into her, deep and relentless, the couch creaking. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass. When he came, it was with a guttural roar, flooding her pussy with heat. She followed, squirting so hard it splashed his abs.
They stayed locked together, panting. Elena's pussy pulsed around him, milking the last drops.
"Tomorrow," she whispered, kissing his jaw, "Mommy's going to wake you with her mouth. Then you're going to fuck me on every surface in this apartment."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already hardening again.
She smiled. The teasing was over. The real games were about to begin.
Elena woke before the sun, her body already humming with need. Alex lay on his back beside her, one arm flung over his head, the sheet tented high over his morning erection. She licked her lips, pussy clenching at the sight. Carefully, she peeled the sheet down, exposing his thick cock, veins pulsing, the head slick with precum. It bobbed in the cool air, begging for her.
She crawled between his legs, breasts swaying heavy, nipples brushing his thighs. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the slit, gathering the salty bead. Alex stirred, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She took the head into her mouth, lips stretching wide, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking what she couldn't swallow. Saliva dripped down the shaft, pooling on his balls.
"Mom…" His voice was hoarse with sleep and lust. His hips lifted, pushing deeper into her throat. She gagged softly but didn't pull back, relaxing her jaw to take more. Her pussy gushed, soaking the sheets beneath her knees.
She popped off with a wet sound, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Good morning, baby." She climbed up his body, straddling his chest, her dripping pussy leaving a trail on his skin. "Mommy's hungry."
Alex's hands gripped her hips, eyes dark. "Feed me."
She slid forward, knees on either side of his head. Her pussy hovered over his mouth, lips swollen and glistening. He didn't hesitate, tongue diving between her folds, lapping at her clit. Elena cried out, grinding down, tits bouncing as she rode his face. He sucked her clit hard, two fingers plunging into her hole, curling. She came instantly, squirting over his chin, flooding his mouth. He drank her down, humming against her flesh.
"Fuck, yes," she moaned, reaching behind to stroke his cock. It throbbed in her hand, leaking steadily. She needed it inside her. Now.
She turned, facing his feet, and sank onto his cock in reverse cowgirl. The angle was deeper, the stretch exquisite. Her ass clapped against his thighs as she bounced, pussy creaming down his shaft. Alex's hands gripped her cheeks, spreading her open, watching himself disappear into her.
"Look at that pussy taking me," he growled. "So fucking wet."
Elena leaned forward, tits swinging, and rode him harder. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, her moans, his grunts. She came again, walls fluttering, squirting around his cock. He didn't stop, thrusting up to meet her, balls slapping her clit.
They flipped. Alex pulled out, cock glistening with her juices, and laid her on her back. He pushed her knees to her chest, opening her wide. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, then slid home in one smooth thrust. Elena screamed, back arching, tits jiggling as he pounded into her.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck Mommy's pussy."
He obliged, hips snapping, cock hitting her cervix with every stroke. Her pussy made obscene squelching sounds, juices splashing with each thrust. She came twice more, squirting so hard it soaked his abs, the sheets, the headboard. Alex's stamina was endless, his thick cock never softening.
Finally, he buried himself deep, roaring as he came. Thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, overflowing, running down her ass. The heat triggered her final orgasm, pussy milking him dry, squirting one last time.
They collapsed, panting, his cock still inside her, plugging his cum. Elena's body trembled, tits heaving, pussy pulsing around him.
"Again," she whispered, kissing his sweat-slick chest. "In the kitchen. On the counter. I want you to bend me over and fill me until I can't walk."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already hardening.
She smiled. The first taste was just the beginning.
The kitchen counter was cold against Elena's bare stomach when Alex finally bent her over it, but she barely felt it. Her tits spilled across the granite, nipples scraping with every thrust. His thick cock stretched her open from behind, hips slamming forward, balls slapping her clit in wet, rhythmic smacks. She'd lost count of how many times she'd come since they'd stumbled in here, still naked, still dripping from the shower.
"Fuck, Mom, your pussy's so tight," Alex groaned, fingers digging into her hips. He pulled out almost to the tip, then drove back in, bottoming out. Elena's walls fluttered, another gush of slick coating his shaft.
"Give it to me," she panted, pushing back. "All of it. Fill me."
He did. Over and over. The counter creaked beneath them, dishes rattling in the cabinets. Her tits bounced with every thrust, nipples aching. When he reached around to rub her clit, she shattered again, squirting so hard it splashed the cabinets, the floor, his thighs.
They moved to the living room. Elena straddled him on the couch, riding slow and deep, her ass rippling as she ground down. His cock hit spots inside her she didn't know existed. She leaned forward, feeding him her tits, moaning as he sucked and bit. Another orgasm rolled through her, pussy clenching, creaming down his balls.
Hours blurred. They fucked on the rug, her legs over his shoulders, pussy stretched wide. They fucked against the window, city lights flickering across their sweat-slick bodies, her tits pressed to the glass. They fucked in her bed, missionary, slow and deep, his cock dragging against her G-spot until she sobbed with pleasure.
Finally, they collapsed in his bedroom, the sheets already ruined. Elena lay on her back, legs spread, pussy swollen and gaping, cum leaking in thick rivulets. Alex knelt between her thighs, cock still hard, veins pulsing. He stroked himself slowly, eyes raking over her.
"I'm not done," he said, voice rough. "Not even close."
Elena smiled, reaching down to spread her lips, showing him the mess he'd made. "Then come here, baby. Mommy's pussy is yours. Fuck me until the sun comes up."
He did.
He slid back inside her with a groan, the fit perfect, her walls hugging every inch. He started slow, savoring the drag, the way her pussy fluttered around him. Then faster. Harder. Her tits bounced wildly, nipples brushing his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper.
"Cum in me," she whispered, nails raking his back. "Breed Mommy. Make me yours."
Alex's rhythm faltered, then snapped. He pounded into her, cock swelling, balls tightening. When he came, it was with a guttural roar, flooding her pussy with heat. Elena followed, squirting around him, body arching off the bed, tits shaking.
They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still pulsing inside her. Cum and slick oozed out around him, soaking the sheets. Elena's pussy throbbed, oversensitive but greedy for more.
She kissed him slow, tasting salt and sex. "Again," she murmured against his lips. "Don't ever stop."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already hardening.
Outside, the city slept. Inside, mother and son surrendered completely, lost in the endless rhythm of flesh on flesh, obsession made real.
Elena woke to the wet heat of Alex's mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking gently, tongue flicking the hard peak. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, painting stripes across their tangled bodies. His thick cock was already buried inside her, stretching her open, pulsing with every slow thrust of his hips. She was so full of him (of his cum, of his scent, of his need) that she couldn't tell where she ended and he began.
"Morning, baby," she purred, arching into his mouth. Her pussy clenched around him, slick with last night's loads and fresh arousal. "Couldn't wait?"
"Never," he growled against her breast, switching to the other nipple. He sucked harder, teeth grazing, while his hips rolled in deep, lazy circles. The head of his cock dragged over her G-spot with every stroke, making her thighs tremble.
She pushed at his shoulder, rolling them so she straddled him. His cock never left her—just slid deeper as she sat up, tits bouncing, ass settling on his thighs. She rode him reverse cowgirl, slow at first, savoring the stretch. Her big ass clapped against his hips, rippling with each grind. Juices ran down his shaft, coating his balls, dripping onto the sheets.
"Look at you," Alex groaned, hands gripping her cheeks, spreading her open. "Pussy's eating me alive."
Elena leaned forward, bracing on his knees, and bounced faster. Her tits swung heavy, nipples brushing the air. She reached between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight circles. The wet slap of her ass on his thighs filled the room, obscene and perfect.
"Fuck, I'm gonna—" She came hard, pussy squirting around his cock, soaking his abs. He kept thrusting through it, hands sliding up to squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.
They showered together, water cascading over their bodies. Elena pressed against the tile, ass out, and Alex slid back inside her from behind. The angle was brutal—his cock hit her cervix with every thrust, balls slapping her clit. She braced one foot on the bench, opening wider, taking him deeper. Water mixed with her slick, running down her legs in rivulets.
"Harder," she begged, tits pressed to the wall, nipples scraping tile. He obliged, pounding relentlessly, one hand on her hip, the other rubbing her clit. She came again, squirting against the shower wall, body shaking.
They didn't make it out of the bedroom all day.
On the floor, Elena on her back, legs over his shoulders, pussy stretched wide around his girth. On the dresser, her ass on the edge, tits bouncing as he fucked her standing. On the chair, her riding him face-to-face, slow and deep, kissing through every thrust.
By evening, the apartment reeked of sex. Sheets were ruined, furniture sticky, mirrors fogged. Elena lay sprawled across the bed, thighs spread, pussy gaping and dripping cum. Alex knelt between her legs, cock still hard, stroking himself slowly.
"Again?" she asked, voice hoarse, spreading her lips to show him the mess.
He didn't answer—just slid back inside, groaning at the wet heat. They fucked slow this time, savoring every inch, every pulse. Her tits bounced gently, nipples brushing his chest. When he came, it was deep and quiet, flooding her with heat. She followed, pussy fluttering, milking him dry.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Elena's fingers traced his back, nails gentle.
"Tomorrow," she whispered, "we christen the balcony. I want the city to hear you fuck me."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already stirring.
She smiled. The indulgence had only just begun.
The grocery store was crowded, fluorescent lights humming overhead. Elena's sundress clung to every curve, the thin cotton damp between her thighs. No panties. No bra. Her nipples poked through the fabric like beacons. Alex walked behind her, pushing the cart, his cock already half-hard in his jeans. Every time she bent to grab something from a low shelf, her dress rode up, flashing the slick lips of her pussy. He could see her glistening, smell her arousal in the air.
In the produce aisle, she "accidentally" dropped an orange. Bending slow, ass high, she lingered. Alex's hand brushed her thigh, fingers sliding up to graze her wet folds. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, pussy clenching around nothing.
"Mom," he growled under his breath, "you're gonna get us arrested."
She straightened, pressing back against him, feeling his thick cock grind into her ass. "Then take me home and punish me."
They barely made it to the car. In the parking garage, Elena hiked her dress and straddled him in the driver's seat. His jeans were around his thighs, cock springing free, already leaking. She sank down in one motion, pussy swallowing him whole. The car rocked as she rode him hard, tits bouncing against the steering wheel. Horns blared outside, but she didn't care. She came with a muffled scream, squirting over his lap, soaking his shirt.
Back at the apartment, they didn't make it past the kitchen. Elena bent over the counter, dress flipped up, ass in the air. Alex slammed into her from behind, cock stretching her open, balls slapping her clit. Her tits swung heavy, nipples scraping the granite. He reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles, making her squirt again and again, juices splashing the cabinets, the floor.
"Fuck, Mom, you're a mess," he groaned, pounding deeper. She pushed back, meeting every thrust, pussy creaming down his shaft.
They moved to the living room. Elena on her knees, sucking him clean, tasting herself on his cock. Then on the couch, her riding him reverse, ass clapping, tits bouncing. He lasted over an hour, switching positions—missionary with her legs over his shoulders, then doggy on the rug, her face pressed to the carpet as he filled her from behind.
By nightfall, they were back in the kitchen. Elena sat on the counter, legs spread wide, pussy gaping and dripping cum. Alex stood between her thighs, cock sliding in and out slow, savoring every inch. Her tits bounced gently, nipples brushing his chest. When he came, it was deep and quiet, flooding her with heat. She followed, pussy fluttering, milking him dry.
They stayed there, panting, his cock still inside her. Elena's fingers traced his jaw, eyes soft.
"Tomorrow," she whispered, "we stay in bed all day. I want you to fuck me until I can't move."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already hardening.
She smiled. The risk had only made the ecstasy sweeter.
The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat and Elena's endless slick. Afternoon sun slanted through half-closed blinds, striping their bodies in gold. Elena lay on her back, thighs spread wide, tits heaving with every ragged breath. Alex knelt between them, cock buried to the hilt, hips rolling slow and deep. Her pussy made soft, wet sounds with every thrust, cum and juices frothing at the base of his shaft, dripping onto the sheets in thick strands.
"Say it again," he rasped, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. He bit gently, making her arch.
"Mommy's pussy is yours," she moaned, nails raking his shoulders. "Only yours. Fuck me forever, baby."
He groaned, hips snapping harder. The headboard knocked the wall in steady rhythm. Her tits bounced wildly, nipples slick from his mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Every stroke dragged over her G-spot, making her clit throb, her walls flutter.
They'd been at it for hours. Started slow in the shower, Elena on her knees, water cascading over her tits as she sucked him until he painted her throat. Then against the mirror, her palms flat on the glass, ass rippling as he took her from behind. Now in bed, lost in the haze of flesh and need.
Alex pulled out suddenly, cock glistening, and flipped her onto her stomach. She whimpered at the emptiness, but he was already sliding back in, lifting her hips so her ass was high, tits pressed to the mattress. The new angle was brutal—his cock hit her cervix with every thrust, balls slapping her clit in wet smacks.
"Yes, yes, *fuck*," she cried, face buried in the pillow. Her pussy clenched, squirting around him, soaking his thighs. He didn't slow, pounding through her orgasm, making her shake.
He reached under her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Another orgasm crashed over her, harder, her whole body convulsing. Cum and slick gushed out, splashing the sheets, his abs. Alex groaned, hips stuttering, and came with a roar, flooding her pussy with heat. She felt every pulse, every thick rope painting her walls.
They collapsed sideways, still joined, his cock plugging her full. Elena's pussy pulsed around him, milking the last drops. She turned her head, kissing him slow and deep, tasting salt and herself.
"I used to think about you when he touched me," she whispered against his lips. "Even before the divorce. Your father never made me feel this. Never filled me like you do."
Alex's arms tightened around her, possessive. "He's gone. You're mine now. This pussy, these tits, all of it."
She smiled, clenching around him deliberately. His cock twitched, already hardening again. "Prove it."
He rolled her onto her back, sliding out only to thrust back in, slow and deep. Her tits bounced with the motion, nipples brushing his chest. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging in, urging him faster. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, her moans, his grunts.
Hours blurred. They fucked missionary, her legs over his shoulders, pussy stretched wide. They fucked with her on top, riding slow, grinding her clit against his pelvis until she squirted over his abs. They fucked sideways, his cock dragging against her G-spot until she sobbed with pleasure.
By nightfall, the bed was a wreck—sheets soaked, pillows on the floor, headboard dented. Elena lay sprawled, thighs trembling, pussy gaping and dripping cum in thick rivulets. Alex knelt between her legs, cock still hard, stroking himself slowly.
"Again?" she asked, voice hoarse, spreading her lips to show him the mess.
He didn't answer—just slid back inside, groaning at the wet heat. They fucked slow this time, savoring every inch, every pulse. Her tits bounced gently, nipples brushing his chest. When he came, it was deep and quiet, flooding her with heat. She followed, pussy fluttering, milking him dry.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Elena's fingers traced his back, nails gentle.
"Tomorrow," she whispered, "we don't leave this bed. I want you inside me from sunrise to sunset."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already stirring.
She smiled. The obsession had swallowed them whole.
The cabin smelled of pine and sex. They'd driven three hours north, windows down, Elena's hand wrapped around Alex's cock the entire way, stroking slow, keeping him hard and leaking. By the time they pulled into the gravel drive, her thighs were slick, pussy dripping onto the leather seat. She'd come twice just from the friction of his jeans against her bare clit.
Inside, the place was rustic—stone fireplace, wide windows overlooking the lake, one massive bed in the loft. They didn't bother unpacking. Elena stripped in the doorway, sundress pooling at her feet, tits bouncing free, nipples already hard. Alex followed, shirt gone, jeans kicked off, cock jutting heavy and thick, veins pulsing.
She dropped to her knees on the hardwood, taking him into her mouth without a word. Her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin, coating her tits. He tangled fingers in her hair, hips rocking gently, fucking her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but didn't pull back—took him deeper, humming around his shaft until he groaned and spilled down her throat.
They didn't make it to the bed.
On the rug in front of the fireplace, Elena on all fours, ass high, pussy glistening. Alex knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks, tongue diving into her folds. He lapped at her clit, sucked her lips, plunged inside her hole. She came hard, squirting over his chin, thighs shaking. He didn't stop—added two fingers, then three, stretching her, curling against her G-spot until she screamed, another gush soaking the rug.
Then he was inside her.
One thrust, buried to the hilt. Elena's back arched, tits swinging, nipples brushing the coarse fibers. He fucked her slow at first, savoring the drag, the way her walls fluttered around him. Then faster. Harder. The slap of his hips against her ass echoed off the log walls, her moans rising with the crackle of the fire.
"Mine," he growled, hand sliding up to grip her throat gently, thumb brushing her pulse. "This pussy was made for me."
"Yes, *yes*," she sobbed, pushing back, meeting every thrust. "Fill me, baby. Breed Mommy."
He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, cock slamming deep. Her tits bounced wildly, nipples aching. He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth, biting gently as he pounded. She came again, pussy clenching, squirting around his shaft, soaking his abs. He didn't slow—kept fucking her through it, through another, through a third until she was babbling, tears of pleasure on her cheeks.
They moved to the bed.
Missionary, slow and deep, her legs wrapped around his waist. Reverse cowgirl, her ass rippling as she rode him, tits bouncing in the mirror across the room. Sideways, his cock dragging against her G-spot, one hand on her clit, the other squeezing her breast. They fucked through sunset, through dinner (cold sandwiches eaten naked, her straddling his lap, pussy full of him), through moonrise.
By midnight, the bed was a wreck—sheets twisted, pillows on the floor, headboard dented. Elena lay on her back, thighs spread, pussy gaping and dripping cum in thick, lazy rivulets. Alex knelt between her legs, cock still hard, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked on the mess he'd made.
"Again?" she whispered, voice raw, spreading her lips wider.
He slid back inside with a groan, the fit perfect, her walls hugging every inch. They fucked slow this time, savoring every drag, every pulse. Her tits bounced gently, nipples brushing his chest. When he came, it was deep and quiet, flooding her with heat. She followed, pussy fluttering, milking him dry.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Outside, the lake lapped at the shore. Inside, mother and son were fused—sweat, cum, and obsession binding them tighter than any vow.
Elena kissed his jaw, tasting salt. "Tomorrow," she murmured, "we stay like this. No clothes. No breaks. Just you inside me until we can't move."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already stirring.
She smiled. The bond was unbreakable now.
They never left the cabin.
The weekend bled into days, days into a week. Time lost meaning. The world outside the windows—lake, pines, sky—became a backdrop to the endless rhythm of flesh on flesh. Elena's body was a map of Alex's obsession: faint bruises on her hips where his fingers had gripped, red marks on her tits from his mouth, her pussy perpetually swollen, gaping, dripping with his cum. She wore nothing but his scent, his seed, his hunger.
Morning began with his cock already inside her. She woke to slow, deep thrusts, his hand cupping her breast, thumb circling her nipple. Her pussy fluttered around him, slick from the night's loads, fresh arousal coating his shaft. She came quietly, a soft gush that soaked his balls, her moan muffled against his shoulder.
They fucked on the kitchen table, her ass on the edge, legs spread wide, tits bouncing as he pounded. Juices splashed the wood, ran down her thighs. They fucked on the porch at dusk, her back against the railing, lake breeze kissing her sweat-slick skin, his cock driving into her until she squirted over the deck, the sound lost in the wind.
They fucked in the shower, water cascading over her heaving tits, his hands sliding over her slick curves. They fucked by the fireplace, her on all fours, ass rippling, pussy creaming down his shaft. They fucked in the bed, slow and deep, then fast and brutal, then slow again, until the sheets were ruined beyond saving.
Elena's body changed. Her tits grew heavier, nipples darker, aching with every touch. Her belly softened, a faint swell that made Alex's eyes darken with possessive heat. She felt it the day they drove back to the city—his hand on her stomach, cock hard against her thigh, a silent promise.
Back in the apartment, nothing had changed and everything had. The air was thick with their scent. Elena stood in the living room, naked, thighs glistening, pussy already weeping. Alex dropped the bags, crossed the room in three strides, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid home, the fit perfect, her walls hugging every inch.
"Mine," he growled, hips snapping, cock hitting her cervix. Her tits bounced wildly, nipples brushing his chest. She came instantly, squirting around him, soaking his jeans.
They christened every room again. The couch—her riding reverse, ass clapping, pussy gushing. The shower—her pressed to the tile, legs over his shoulders, water mixing with her slick. The kitchen floor—her on her back, tits jiggling, his cock pounding until she screamed. The bedroom—hours of missionary, slow and deep, his hand on her belly, eyes locked as he filled her again and again.
By nightfall, Elena lay sprawled across the bed, thighs trembling, pussy gaping and overflowing with cum. Alex knelt between her legs, cock still hard, stroking himself slowly, eyes on the mess he'd made. Her belly was visibly rounded now, a soft curve that made his breath catch.
"Again?" she whispered, spreading her lips, showing him the thick rivulets of his seed.
He slid back inside with a groan, the fit tighter, her walls fluttering around him. They fucked slow this time, savoring every drag, every pulse. Her tits bounced gently, nipples brushing his chest. When he came, it was deep and quiet, flooding her with heat. She followed, pussy milking him dry, a final gush soaking the sheets.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Elena's fingers traced the swell of her belly, then his jaw.
"Forever," she murmured, kissing him soft and slow. "You, me, and this."
Alex's cock twitched inside her, already stirring.
Outside, the city hummed. Inside, mother and son were bound—obsessed, sated, eternal.