Mom’s Mouth

 

The bedroom door was half-open — same as always when Dad was away on business.  

Ethan was supposed to be downstairs gaming. He wasn’t.

Inside, his mother — 42, still unfairly curvy, hair loose and messy from the day — was already on her back with her knees hooked over Jake’s elbows. Jake was the gym trainer she’d been “just talking to” for three months. Right now he was balls-deep and moving like he was trying to break something.

“Fuck yes — harder, you bastard,” she hissed, nails raking red lines down his back. “Don’t you fucking dare slow down.”

Jake grinned, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her tits. “Thought you said you wanted it gentle tonight, slut.”

“Gentle?” She laughed, low and dirty. “I want you to fuck me like the cheap whore you keep calling me. Ram that fat cock in and make me scream, asshole.”

He obliged. The headboard banged the wall in sharp, angry rhythm. Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust. She kept talking — always talking — the filthier the better.

“Goddamn it, stretch my cunt wider — yeah, like that. Fuck, you’re so much bigger than that useless prick I married. Pound me, you dirty fucker. Make this pussy yours.”

Jake grabbed her throat — not hard, just enough. “Keep running that mouth and I’m gonna fill it next.”

“Promise?” she shot back, eyes glittering. “I want to taste how much you’ve been saving up for this married cunt. Come on — choke me and fuck me stupid.”

He sped up. Wet slapping sounds filled the room. Her legs started shaking.

“Oh fuck—oh fuck—right there, you son of a bitch—don’t stop—gonna come all over your cock—make me squirt, you bastard—make me—”

She arched hard, mouth open in a silent scream that quickly turned loud and obscene.

“FUUUUCK YESSS — FUCK MY SLUTTY HOLE — FILL IT — FUCK!”

Jake groaned, buried himself to the root and started pulsing. She kept swearing through the whole thing.

“Pump it in me, you fucker — breed this dirty pussy — give it to me — give it all — yessss…”

When he finally pulled out, a thick white rope slid out of her and puddled on the sheet. She reached down, scooped some with two fingers, brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean while staring straight at him.

“Next time,” she said, voice hoarse, “bring a friend. I want two cocks ruining me at the same time. Think you can handle that, big boy?”

Jake laughed, still catching his breath. “You’re fucking insane.”

She smirked, legs still trembling. “And you love it.”

Outside the door, Ethan stood frozen — phone forgotten in his hand, heart hammering so loud he was sure they’d hear it.

He didn’t move until the bed started creaking again.

Then he backed away very slowly, face burning, mind full of words he was never supposed to hear his mother say.