7:12 a.m.
Mark shuffled into the kitchen in his ratty robe, yawning like nothing in the world had changed.
Elena was already at the stove, barefoot, wearing a thin white sundress that clung to every obscene curve. No bra. No panties. The hem barely covered the bottom of her ass, and every time she reached for something on a high shelf, the fabric rode up just enough to flash the puffy, well-fucked lips of her pussy.
Alex sat at the island, pretending to scroll on his phone, cock already half-hard under the table. He could smell himself on her: cum, lube, and that sweet musk that belonged only to Mommy's cunt.
"Morning, babe," Mark mumbled, kissing her cheek like a robot. He didn't notice the way she flinched when his dry lips brushed the spot where Alex had left a dark purple hickey last night.
"Morning, honey," Elena chirped, voice syrupy. She bent over to pull biscuits from the oven, dress sliding high enough to reveal the fat jeweled plug nestled between her cheeks (Alex's cum still sealed inside her bowels like a filthy secret).
Alex's fork froze halfway to his mouth. His eyes locked on the plug's pink gem winking at him. Mommy had kept every drop, just like she promised.
Mark sat down right next to him, oblivious, reaching for the orange juice.
Elena turned, carrying the platter of bacon, and "accidentally" dropped a strip.
"Oops. Clumsy me."
She sank to her knees under the table, right between Alex's spread thighs. Mark kept buttering a biscuit, scrolling emails on his phone.
Under the tablecloth, Elena's hands were already on Alex's zipper. She freed his cock in one practiced motion, nine thick inches slapping against her cheek with a wet sound only Alex could hear. She looked up at him, eyes sparkling with pure sin, and mouthed:
**Feed Mommy.**
Then she swallowed him to the root.
Alex gripped the edge of the table so hard his knuckles went white. The hot, wet suction of her throat was heaven. She bobbed slowly, silently, tongue swirling around the ridge every time she pulled back. Her left hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, while her right slipped between her own thighs to rub her clit in tiny circles.
Mark took a loud sip of coffee. "Flight was delayed coming home. Think I'll nap after breakfast."
Elena hummed around Alex's cock—vibrations shooting straight to his spine—and pulled off just long enough to whisper, "Good. Mommy needs round two."
She deep-throated him again, nose buried in his pubes, swallowing so her throat milked the head. Saliva dripped down his shaft, pooling on the chair. Alex bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning.
Mark's phone buzzed. He stood up. "Work call. Be right back."
The second his footsteps faded down the hall, Elena crawled out from under the table, dress soaked at the nipples from her leaking tits. She straddled Alex right there on the kitchen chair, yanked the plug from her ass with a wet pop, and sank down onto his cock in one brutal drop.
They both moaned, loud and filthy.
"Fuck, Mommy, your ass is still so tight," Alex hissed, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
Elena rode him hard, dress bunched around her waist, tits bouncing free. The chair creaked dangerously. Bacon grease sizzled forgotten on the stove.
"Harder," she panted. "Make me gape so wide your father notices when I sit down."
Alex stood up, still buried inside her, and bent her over the island—right on top of Mark's half-eaten plate. Eggs squished under her tits as he pounded her ass with short, savage thrusts. The jeweled plug lay on the counter like a trophy.
Footsteps in the hallway.
Elena's eyes widened. Instead of panic, pure lust flashed across her face.
"Don't you fucking stop," she snarled.
Alex slammed deep and held, grinding against her cervix through her ass as Mark walked back in.
"Sorry, babe, they need me on—"
Mark froze in the doorway.
Elena looked over her shoulder, hair wild, lips swollen, dress ruined with cum and breakfast. Alex's cock was buried balls-deep in her gaping asshole, twitching visibly.
For one heartbeat, the kitchen was dead silent except for the wet drip of her pussy onto the tile.
Then Elena smiled, slow and wicked.
"Change of plans, honey," she said, voice dripping sex. "You're going to sit right there… and watch your son breed me properly."
She clenched hard around Alex, and he lost it.
With a guttural roar, he started fucking her again—right in front of his father. Long, punishing strokes that made her squirt across the floor in arcs. Mark's mouth opened, but no sound came out. His tiny cock tented his robe pathetically.
Elena locked eyes with him while Alex destroyed her.
"This is what a real man feels like, Mark. Nine inches. Lasts for hours. Watch him fill the hole you never deserved."
Alex's thrusts turned erratic. He yanked her hair back, arching her spine, and unloaded. Rope after thick rope flooded her guts until cum poured out around his shaft, down her thighs, splattering Mark's slippers.
When he finally pulled out, Elena's asshole was a wrecked, gaping rose—red, swollen, and pulsing. Cum bubbled out in a slow river.
She turned, walked over to Mark on shaky legs, and kissed his cheek with lips that still tasted like Alex's cock.
"Clean that up," she whispered. "Then pack your shit. This house belongs to my son now."
She took Alex's hand and led him upstairs, leaving Mark on his knees in the wreckage of their marriage.
Mark was gone by noon.
He didn't fight. Didn't cry. Just packed two suitcases while Elena lounged naked on the couch, legs spread wide, lazily scooping Alex's cum out of her gaping asshole and licking it off her fingers like frosting.
When the front door clicked shut behind him, Elena looked up at her son and smiled the smile of a woman finally, truly free.
"Lock it," she purred. "From now on, the only cock allowed through that door is yours."
Alex turned the deadbolt. Then he turned to her, cock already rising, thick and heavy.
"House rules, Mommy," he said, voice dark. "You don't wear clothes anymore. Ever. I want that body on display 24/7."
Elena stood slowly, letting rivers of cum run down her inner thighs. "Yes, sir."
She spent the rest of the day exactly like that: naked, collared with the leather belt from Mark's closet, tits swinging free as she crawled from room to room on all fours while Alex followed with his phone, recording every second.
He made her cook dinner bent over the stove, ass in the air, pussy dripping onto the floor tiles. Every time she reached for a spice, he'd slide into her from behind: slow, lazy thrusts while the pasta boiled. She came twice before the sauce was done, screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
They ate at the table like animals. Elena on her knees under it, sucking his cock clean between bites. When he was ready again, he pushed his plate aside, lifted her onto the table, and fucked her right on top of the lasagna. Cheese and sauce smeared across her tits as she wrapped her legs around him and begged for more.
That night, he carried her to the master bedroom (now *their* bedroom) and chained her spread-eagle to the four posts with silk ties. Then he spent six straight hours worshipping every inch of her body.
He tongue-fucked her pussy until she blacked out from cumming.
He sucked her nipples until they were raw and leaking milk (stress, lust, and hormones had finally triggered lactation).
He slid into her ass so slowly she sobbed, then fucked her so hard the headboard cracked.
By 3 a.m. she was a puddle of sweat, squirt, and cum, voice hoarse from screaming.
But Alex wasn't finished.
He unclipped her wrists, flipped her onto her stomach, and slid a thick black marker from the nightstand.
Property of Alex
Mommy's holes: USE FREELY
Breed daily ♥
He wrote it across her lower back in huge block letters, right above the dimples of her ass. Then he took a photo and set it as her new phone lock screen.
"Tomorrow," he said, sliding back into her cum-soaked pussy from behind, "we're going shopping. I'm picking out your new wardrobe."
Elena moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "What… what wardrobe?"
"Nothing but micro-bikinis, sheer dresses, and plugs with bells on them. You're gonna walk around this house like my personal fuckdoll. And when I have friends over…"
He slammed deep, making her gasp.
"…you're gonna greet them at the door on your knees, tits out, begging to be the party favor."
Elena came instantly at the thought, pussy gushing around him so hard it splashed his thighs.
"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, the title slipping out for the first time. "Use Mommy however you want. Share me. Break me. I'm yours."
Alex growled, gripped her hips, and pounded her into the mattress until sunrise, filling her one last time as the first rays of morning painted her cum-streaked body gold.
Somewhere in the haze of orgasm number thirty-something, Elena realized the obsession had flipped.
She wasn't the only one addicted anymore.
Her son owned her now: body, mind, and soul.
And she'd never been happier.