Chapter 4: Climax
I was fucking my mom, I mean finally fucking my mom.
I told myself it was wrong, but her moans, her body, everything was pulling me in. She was hot, and she wanted me.
My cock was throbbing, and I could feel her cunt tightening around me. She was close. I could tell.
"Elliot, yes, right there..." she moaned, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to make mommy come. You're going to make mommy come all over your big cock."
I groaned, my hips slapping against her ass as I fucked her harder, faster. I was in my twenties. I knew this was wrong, but it felt so fucking right. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock swelling even bigger inside her. I wanted to fill her with my cum, mark her as mine. Her words pushed me over the edge. I groaned, my hips slamming against her ass as I came, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my hot cum. I was twenty three. I was a legal adult . Yet, I was fucking my mom on her son's bed. I was fucking my mother. I couldn't believe it, yet here I was, my cock throbbing inside her, my cum filling her tight cunt. I'm coming," I grunted, my hips bucking against her ass as I emptied myself inside her. She moaned, her body tensing as her own orgasm crashed over her.
"Elliot... yes... fuck, yes..." she panted, her voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
"Don't stop, baby. Fuck me harder. Make me feel it."
I did as she said, my hips slamming against hers as I drove my cock deeper inside her. Each thrust was met with a moan, her body trembling beneath me as she pushed back to meet my every move. I could feel her cunt tightening around me, her inner muscles gripping my cock like a vice as her orgasm built.
"That's it, baby," she moaned, her voice laced with desperation. "Make mommy come.
Fill me with your hot cum," Tracy begged, her voice hoarse with desire.
My fingers dug into her hips, my cock pulsing inside her as I fucked her harder, faster. I could feel the orgasm building, my balls tightening as my release approached.
"Fuck, Mom, you feel so good," I grunted, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to come in you. I'm going to fill you with my cum."
"Yes, baby," Tracy moaned. "Give it to me.
Fill me up, Elliot. I want to feel your hot cum inside me," she begged, her voice a low, desperate plea that had me on the verge of losing control.
I slammed into her, my hips meeting hers with a force that had me grunting with each thrust. I could feel her cunt milking my cock, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching as her orgasm built. You're so tight. I can't hold on much longer. I'm going to come," I warned, my voice thick with lust and desire.
"Yes, baby. Come in me. Fill me up.
Give me everything you have, Elliot." Her words were my undoing. I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her as I came, my hot cum filling her tight cunt. She moaned, her body convulsing around me as her own orgasm hit, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching around my cock. I collapsed on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel her heart racing beneath me, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Holy shit, Mom," I panted, my voice barely above a whisper. "That was...
incredible." I was still trying to catch my breath, my body still tingling from the intense orgasm. I rolled off of her, my cock still semi-hard, covered in a mixture of our cum. I looked over at her, her red hair splayed out on the bed, her green eyes shining with satisfaction. She smiled at me, a slow, lazy smile that made my heart skip a beat.
"So, you liked that, huh?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. She reached out, her hand brushing against my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I nodded, my body still humming with pleasure.
"Yeah, I did."
But footsteps down the hall made me jump, and I scurried to pull my pants up. I didn't want anyone walking in on us.
"What the fuck, Mom? You're still fucking my dad, right?"
I rolled my eyes and smiled, fluffing my hair with my fingers. "Yeah, of course, baby. But you know, he's not always home. And when he's not, I get a little... bored. But it's been a while since we have."
Mom kissed my lips one more time as Dad walked in.
She pulled away just as he swung the door open, her eyes sparkling with mischief and triumph. I could feel her lips curved in a smug smile as she stood up. She tugged the hem of her dress down, smoothing it out with her hands.
"Hey, sweetheart," she said to my dad, her voice as sweet as honey. "How was the store?"
Dad grunted a response, not looking away from the computer screen in his hands. He barely noticed Mom, let alone the fact that she looked disheveled and flushed. He was too focused on his work, as always.
Ever since he started his new job, he'd been constantly glued to his laptop or his phone, even during meals. It was like he had forgotten how to interact with his family. I knew it was stressful, and I tried to be understanding, but it was getting old.
"Bend over," Dad grunted to mom.
I saw the confusion and anger in mom's eyes as she looked back at me.
"Now, Tracy."
She hesitated for a moment before slowly bending over the bed.
Dad walked up behind her, his hands roughly gripping her hips. He tugged her dress up, exposing her thong-clad ass. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched, my body still tingling from our encounter.
"Please, Elliot," Mom pleaded with me, her eyes filling with tears.
I shook my head, my mind racing. I couldn't let this happen. I couldn't watch my dad fuck my mom. Not after what we had just done. I couldn't stomach the thought of him touching her, let alone fucking her. I felt a surge of protectiveness and jealousy, a primal instinct rising within me. "Dad, wait." My voice was firm, steady. I stepped forward, my fists clenched at my sides. "She's not in the mood."My dad glanced over at me, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What are you talking about, Elliot? She's your mother, not your girlfriend. Now, move out of the way."I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "No, Dad. I'm twenty three now. I'm a legal adult. And I'm telling you mom doesn't want to be fucked. You need to respect that."
My dad's eyes narrowed, his grip on mom's hips tightening. "And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?"
"I'm your son, and I'm telling you to stop. Mom doesn't want this."
My dad scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "She's my wife, and she'll do what I tell her to do."
I felt a surge of anger, my hands clenching into fists. "No, she's my mother, and she deserves to be treated with respect."
But then Dad pushed his cock inside her. I could see his cock filling her cunt, her pussy sucking him in like a vacuum. My body tensed, and I could feel a wave of nausea wash over me. I couldn't stand to see this, not after what had just happened between my mom and me.
"Stop it, Dad!" I yelled, my voice echoing off the walls of the room.
Mom's eyes met mine, her lips quivering as she tried to hold back her tears. I could see the fear in her eyes, the realization that I had seen everything. But I also saw something else, something that made my heart pound even harder in my chest. I saw gratitude.
She mouthed the words "Thank you" to me as a single tear slipped down her cheek. My dad seemed to wake up from a stupor, his eyes widening as he realized what he had done. He pulled out of her quickly, his cock slipping out with a wet sound that made my stomach churn.
"Fuck yeah, that's good cunt," Dad said. "Take this cock."
I was a legal adult, and I wouldn't let him treat my mother like this.
My dad's face turned red with rage. He turned to me, his hands clenched into fists. "You little shit, you don't tell me what to do in my own house. You got that?"
I stood my ground, my heart pounding in my chest. "And you don't treat my mother like this. You don't force her to do things she doesn't want to do. You're not a fucking animal.
She's your wife, not your goddamn toy." I stepped in between them, my body tense, ready to fight if necessary. But my dad's face turned a shade paler, his shoulders slumping slightly. He looked from me to my mom, then back to me, his eyes filled with a war of emotions I couldn't decipher.
"Look at what you've done, Elliot. You've turned your mother against me. You've ruined our family." His voice was low, barely a whisper, but the hurt and anger behind it cut deep. I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside.
I grabbed mom and pulled my cock out.
"Who's cock do you want, mom?
Mine or his?"
I waited for his answer, uneasy about the situation and nervous about what she would say. I had a strong sense of pride and ownership over her now. She was my woman, and I wasn't willing to share her. Not with him, not with anyone.
Mom looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion, fear, and desire. She knew I was serious, and she knew that I wouldn't let this go. Her body was still tingling from our encounter, and she didn't want to jeopardize that.
"Elliot," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want you.
Only you, Elliot. Your cock inside me, filling me, making me yours. I'm sorry, but I can't bear the thought of him touching me again." Her voice was steady, determined. She reached out and took my cock in her hand, stroking it gently, her fingers tracing the veins that ran along the length of me. I groaned, my hips moving involuntarily, seeking more of her touch.
My dad's face darkened with anger and disbelief. He looked from me to my mom, then back to me, his eyes narrowing. "You're goddamn right it's not right, you little fuck.
You're not my son, you're a goddamn traitor!" My dad's voice was like thunder, his face a mask of rage. He lunged at me, but I was ready. I ducked under his arm and spun him around, slamming him into the wall. He grunted, the wind knocked out of him, but I knew it wouldn't be enough to keep him down.
"Get out," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "Get the fuck out of this house, before I make you."
My dad looked at me, his eyes wild with anger.
And then I started fucking Mom again.
Right there, with my dad watching, his face a mask of rage and betrayal. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop. I was driven by a primal instinct, a desire to claim what was mine, to mark her as my own.
"God, Mom," I groaned, my hips slamming into hers. "You feel so fucking good."
She moaned beneath me, her fingers clawing at my back as she met my every thrust. I could see my dad's face in the reflection of the window, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. I didn't care. I didn't give a shit.
I was consumed by the primal need to claim my mother, to mark her as mine. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pounded into her, my cock swelling with each thrust. Yes, right there," Mom moaned, her voice ragged with desire. She arched her back, pressing her ass against me, meeting my thrusts with her own. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, her green eyes locked onto mine in the reflection of the mirror. The sight of her, so wild and wanton, pushed me to the edge.
I was gonna breed my mom. I was sure of it. I was twenty three and I was going to breed my mom I could feel it building, the pressure in my balls, the tightening of my cock. I was going to fill her with my seed, mark her as mine, claim her in the most primal way possible. "I'm going to come, Mom," I groaned, my hips slamming into hers with renewed vigor. "I'm going to fill you with my cum. I'm going to breed you, Mom."Mom's eyes widened at my words, her breath hitching in her throat. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, desire, and something else. Something that looked a lot like longing. I was twenty three and a legal adult. I was going to breed my mother. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, but I couldn't stop myself either. The primal urge to claim her, to mark her as mine, was too strong. "Elliot..." Mom moaned, her voice a mix of fear and desire. "You can't be serious... you can't...""I am, Mom," I grunted, my hips slamming into hers with a force that had her crying out. i was a legal adult. I was twenty three and a legal adult. I was twenty three and a legal adult. I blew hot spurts of cum up my mom's cunt."All characters are over the age of 18." ------------------------
My cock throbbed in time with my heartbeat, the sensation of my hot cum filling my mom's tight cunt sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I groaned, my fingers digging into her hips as I rode out the last pulses of my orgasm, my cock still twitching inside her.
"Elliot...oh my god," Mom panted, her body trembling beneath me. "I can feel it...I can feel your cum filling me."
I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had just bred my mom. I had filled her with my seed, claimed her in the most primal way possible."All characters are over the age of 18." Mom's body convulsed around mine, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching as she rode out her own orgasm. I could feel the heat of her come, the wetness of her juices mixing with my cum. It was intense, so fucking intense. I never wanted it to end.
But eventually, our bodies began to cool, our breaths returning to normal. I rolled off of her, my cock slipping out with a wet sound that made me groan. I lay next to her on the bed, our bodies tangled together, our breaths mingling.
"Wow," Mom whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "let's go again."