Margaret caught her son mid-stroke in the living room, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. "Caught red-handed, aren't we?" she quipped, arms crossed but eyes lingering. "If you're going to waste time like that, at least do it properly. Strip down and follow me to my room—now." Reluctantly, she peeled off her blouse and skirt, revealing her curves, her voice sharp with wit. "Don't think this makes you in charge, kid. I'm still calling the shots here."
In her bedroom, he wasted no time bending her over the bed in doggystyle, gripping her ass as he thrust his hard cock into her wet pussy. "Faster," she demanded between panting breaths, "or is that all you've got?" Their bodies grew slick with sweating, the rhythm building as he pounded harder, her strong commands spurring him on. "Prove you're not just some horny amateur."
He flipped her onto her back for missionary, driving deeper while she wrapped her legs around him, dripping with arousal. "That's it—fuck me like you mean it," she said with a sly grin, her dialogue cutting through the heat. No blowjob this time, but the intensity made up for it as he came hard, filling her with cum. She pulled him close for a kiss, whispering, "I'm proud of you for fucking me like a whore."
As they lay tangled, her eyes sparkled with unspoken promise. "This changes everything, but next time, we'll see how far you're willing to go."
Want to know how it ends?
This is just the opening chapter. Continue the saga - or write a steamy tale starring you.