Elena stood in the kitchen, her strong frame radiating confidence as she stirred the evening meal. Her son Alex, a grown man of twenty-five, leaned against the counter, his eyes tracing her curves. 'Mom, Dad's late again,' Alex said with a smirk. 'You know how he gets with work.' Elena turned, her gaze sharp and playful. 'Work won't keep him from what's his, but maybe we should start without him tonight.' Their banter flowed easily, laced with tension. 'You're always so demanding,' Alex teased. 'And you're always so hard for it,' she shot back, stepping closer. The air thickened as she pressed against him, her hand boldly cupping his growing arousal. 'Show me that cock,' she whispered. Alex groaned, freeing his hard length. Elena dropped to her knees, taking him in a wet, eager blowjob, her tongue swirling as he panted. 'That's it, make it drip for me,' she commanded, her voice strong and unyielding. She rose, bending over the table, her pussy wet and ready. 'Fuck me, Alex. Fill this pussy.' He thrust deep, their bodies slapping as sweat beaded on their skin. 'Harder,' she urged, witty remarks punctuating moans. 'Think you can make me cum before your father walks in?' Alex pounded relentlessly, her ass jiggling with each stroke. Tension peaked as she gripped him. 'Cum in me, son. I want every drop inside this pussy.' He came hard, pulsing deep, cum flooding her. They panted, bodies slick. Footsteps approached. 'Your father will join us next time,' Elena said with a smile. 'And we'll both fill you.' The door opened, hinting at more.
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