Chapter 3: Rising Action
Elliot's hand stayed on my cunt all the way home. But there were two problems with that, his dad and his brother. They couldn't find out about us. But I was sure that tonight, my son would be breeding me. I planned on seducing him in his own room and let his cock explore my body, over and over again. I wanted to feel his warm seed filling me up, making me his again.
After dinner, I sent Elliot's brother and father to the store. They weren't expected back soon, and I had an hour with Elliot all to myself. I changed into a lacy black thong and a sheer black bra that left nothing to the imagination. I looked at myself in the mirror, my red hair cascading over my shoulders, my green eyes smoldering with desire. I looked good, and I knew it.
I wanted Elliot to see me this way, to see me as a woman, not just his mother. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was about to happen, and then made my way to his room.
As I approached, I could hear music playing softly from inside. I must have startled Elliot when I opened the door, because he jumped, his eyes widening as he saw me standing there.
"Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with surprise and a hint of fear.
I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.
The music was a soft rock song, one I recognized from his playlist. I moved towards him, my hips swaying with each step.
"I told you, baby," I said, my voice low and sultry. "We have some unfinished business."
Elliot's eyes traveled over me, taking in my lingerie, the way it clung to my curves. I could see the desire growing in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on my breasts, my hips, my thighs.
"Mom, we can't..." he started, but I cut him off with a shake of my head.
"We can," I insisted.
I took another step towards him, my hips swaying with each step. "We're both adults. And we're attracted to each other. There's nothing wrong with that."
Elliot's eyes flicked back and forth between mine, as if searching for an answer to a question he couldn't articulate. He was torn, I could see it. His desire warring with his sense of right and wrong. But I was determined to win this battle. I wanted him, and I wasn't going to let anything stand in my way.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt.
"your father doesn't fuck me anymore.
He hasn't for years." I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. I could see the shock register on Elliot's face, the way his eyes widened, the way his jaw tightened. He didn't know that. He couldn't have. I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to an even lower whisper. "He doesn't satisfy me, Elliot. Not like you can."
I watched as Elliot's eyes darkened, as the war in his mind seemed to intensify. I could see him struggling with the words, with the reality of the situation.
His eyes searched mine, looking for some sign of deceit, of insanity. But all he found was truth, raw and unfiltered.
"Mom, I-I don't know what to say," he stammered, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I smiled, a slow, seductive curve of my lips. "You don't have to say anything, baby. Not yet. Just let me show you how much I want you."
I stepped closer, my body brushing against his. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles. He was fighting this, but I knew he wanted it.
I could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his body tensed when I touched him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles, and I pressed my body against his.
“Mom…” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Shh,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his. “Just let it happen.”
I kissed him then, a slow, deep kiss that tasted of desire and longing. His lips were soft and warm, and they parted under mine, his tongue meeting mine in a dance that was both familiar and forbidden.
And then my son took control and bent me over. You can imagine how my mind was thinking. The sheer taboo of this situation just made it all the more intense. My son’s cock, so big, so hard, was pounding into my wet cunt with a ferocity that took my breath away. I gripped the bed sheets, my fingers clawing at the fabric as he rammed into me.
“Fuck, Mom, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.
I moaned, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. “That’s it, baby. Fuck your mommy’s pussy."
, but he sounded like a man possessed, his voice laced with primal desire as he drove his cock deeper inside me. I was on all fours on his bed, my red hair cascading over my shoulders, my green eyes reflecting the lust in his as he watched himself fuck me.
"Yes, baby," I moaned, my voice a low, sultry purr. "Fuck your mommy's cunt. Make me come all over your big dick."
Elliot groaned, his hips slapping against my ass as he pounded into me with a ferocity that took my breath away.
"Fuck, Mom. You feel so fucking tight."
I gripped the bed sheets tighter, my knuckles turning white as I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. "You like that, baby? You like fucking your mommy's tight pussy?"
He grunted in response, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place, his cock swelling even bigger inside me. "God, Mom. You're so fucking hot."
I wiggled my ass, feeling his cock hit all the right spots inside me. "You like that, baby?
You like feeling how wet and hot I am for you?" I taunted, my voice thick with desire. I looked back at him over my shoulder, my eyes locked onto his. I could see the heat in his gaze, the primal need that matched my own.
Elliot's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he slowed his pace, his cock stroking deep inside me. "Fuck, Mom," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You're so fucking wet. And so fucking tight."
I pushed back against him, my body demanding more, craving the feel of his cock filling me completely.