It was past midnight in their quiet suburban house outside Chicago. The AC hummed low, but the bedroom felt like a fucking sauna. Sarah, 43, curvy MILF with heavy tits and that thick ass her yoga pants always hugged, couldn't sleep. Her 19-year-old son Jake had come home from college for the summer two weeks ago, and the tension had been building like a goddamn pressure cooker.
She heard him in the hallway—bare feet on hardwood. Door creaked open. Jake stood there in just gray boxer briefs, cock already half-hard and tenting the fabric.
"Mom..." His voice was rough. "I can't stop thinking about you. Every fucking night."
Sarah sat up, sheet falling to expose her thin tank top, nipples stiff against the cotton. No bra. She knew what she was doing.
"Get in here, baby," she whispered, patting the bed. "Mommy's been wet all week thinking about her boy's big dick."
Jake didn't hesitate. He climbed on, kneeling between her spread thighs. He yanked her tank top up, freeing those full, heavy tits. He grabbed one roughly, squeezing.
"Fuck, Mom, your tits are so goddamn perfect. Been jerking off imagining sucking on these since I was 16."
Sarah moaned, arching into his hand. "Then suck them, you dirty little pervert. Suck Mommy's fat tits like you've always wanted. Show me how bad you need this pussy."
He dove in, mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard while his hand slid down her shorts. Fingers found her soaked cunt—bare, shaved smooth just for him.
"Jesus Christ, Mom, you're dripping. This cunt's been waiting for her son's cock, huh?"
"Yes, baby—fuck yes," she hissed, grinding against his fingers. "I've been fingering myself every night thinking about you stretching me out. Your own mother's slutty hole aching for her boy's thick dick."
Jake shoved his boxers down. His cock sprang free—long, veiny, precum already leaking. Sarah wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow and firm.
"Look at this monster. My baby boy's grown into such a filthy fuck machine. You gonna fill Mommy up? Gonna pump all that hot cum deep where you came from?"
"Fuck yeah," he growled, pushing her back flat. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, lined up, and slammed in one brutal thrust.
Sarah cried out, nails digging into his back. "Oh god—yes! Fuck your mommy hard! Pound this incest pussy like you own it!"
He started hammering—deep, punishing strokes. Bed creaked loud enough the neighbors might hear, but neither cared.
"Take it, Mom—take your son's cock," he grunted. "You're such a nasty fucking whore letting me breed you again."
"Breed me, baby—fill Mommy's cunt!" she begged, legs locking around him. "Cum inside your own mother. Make me drip with my boy's seed. Do it—fucking do it!"
He sped up, balls slapping her ass. Sarah's pussy clenched hard around him, orgasm ripping through her.
"I'm cumming—oh fuck—cumming on my son's dick!" she screamed.
Jake buried deep, groaning. "Here it comes, Mom—take it all—fuck!"
Hot spurts flooded her, pulse after pulse. He kept thrusting through it, milking every drop into her greedy womb.
They collapsed, sweaty and panting. Sarah pulled his face to hers, kissing him sloppy and deep.
"Good boy," she murmured against his lips. "Mommy's little fuck toy. This is our secret now... but don't think we're done. Tomorrow night, I want that cock in my ass."
Jake grinned, already hardening again inside her. "Anything for you, Mom. Anything."
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