Mark sat on the edge of his bed, horny as hell, his hand stroking his hard cock with desperate urgency. The release came quick, but it left him panting and unsatisfied, his mind racing to an old family whisper: when a son burned with need, his mother was there to quench it. He stood, fully naked, and strode to her room, the air thick with intent.
The shower hissed from the bathroom. Mark pushed open the door to find his mother, Elena, slick with water, her curves glistening. "Mark, what the hell are you doing barging in here like this?" she demanded, hands on her hips, voice sharp and unyielding. "If you're horny enough to wave that cock around, at least have the wit to explain yourself."
"It's tradition," he said, stepping closer. "Sons like me fuck their moms when the urge hits." Elena's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Tradition, huh? Sounds like an excuse for lazy boys. But if you're serious, prove you're not all talk—drag me to that bed and show me." She didn't resist as he led her, her strength evident in the way she shoved him back playfully onto the sheets first.
Elena climbed onto all fours, ass presented, her pussy already wet and dripping. "Don't hold back, or I'll take charge," she quipped. Mark gripped her hips and thrust his cock into her pussy, hard and deep. She moaned, not reluctantly but with commanding edge: "Faster, damn it—make it count!" He pounded harder, sweat beading on his skin as she pushed back against him, panting witty taunts between thrusts.
He yanked her hair, driving deeper until he came inside her with a groan, collapsing briefly. But his cock stayed hard. Elena laughed breathlessly. "Already? Jack-rabbit mode it is." He fucked her again relentlessly, her strong body meeting every stroke until another wave of cum filled her.
Mark stood, and Elena turned on the bed, kneeling with fierce confidence. "My turn to finish this," she said, taking his cock into her mouth for a blowjob that left him jizzing down her throat. She swallowed with a grin, wiping her lips. "Not bad for a first round, but traditions like this always have more chapters."
The night was far from over, and Elena's knowing glance promised she would lead the next one.
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