Chapter 3: Set Up
“Mom, are you home ?” Tyler’s voice cut through the heavy air as Megan stepped into the foyer, the screen door slamming shut behind him. She looked across the room, giving him a forced smile, her eyes red from crying. He was standing there, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder, his keys in his hand. “Hi Honey, you hungry, can I get you something to eat” she asked.
Tyler looked so much like his father, it was like a punch in the gut. The same dark hair, the same broad shoulders, the same easy smile that made people want to be around him.
But there was a difference, too. A difference that made Megan take a step back and look him over, really look at him. Tyler was taller than Jason had been, his body more muscular, filling out his t-shirt nicely, and then there was the way he filled out a pair of jeans, in a way that made Megan blush. She quickly looked away, feeling a strange mix of guilt and longing.
Tyler dropped his bag on the floor and walked over to the kitchen island, helping himself to one of the apples she'd left out. "You know, I was thinking," he said, taking a big bite, "maybe we could... I don't know, grab a pizza and watch a movie and just chill.”
“Tyler, are you seriously asking your stepmom to Netflix and Chill with you ?” Megan teased, trying to lighten the mood. She leaned against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest, a half-smile playing on her lips.
Tyler barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “No, Mom, that’s not what I meant. I just thought it might be nice to take your mind off things for a bit. You know, like old times.”
“That’s a shame ,” Megan responded playfully, “I could use a good chill session.” She winked, and Tyler rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Alright, Mom, I see what you did there,” he said, his voice still light despite the heavy atmosphere. He finished off the apple and tossed the core into the trash. “Seriously though, do you want to order a pizza? I could use some carbs after that drive.”
Megan nodded, grateful for the small distraction. “Sure, why not? I could eat.” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through the pizza place’s menu, her fingers brushing against the screen.
“What do you want on yours? I'm getting half pepperoni, half mushroom.”
Tyler peeked over her shoulder, his breath warm on her neck. “You’re not going to get me to eat mushrooms. I’m a meat guy.”
Megan laughed, a genuine sound that echoed through the kitchen. “Alright, half meat lover’s then. You always were a pig.”
He nudged her playfully with his elbow. “Hey, don’t insult the meat. It’s a delicacy.”
She placed the order, her fingers tapping on the screen, the familiar rhythm of their banter soothing.
Tyler grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, twisting off the caps with a practiced ease. He handed her one, the condensation dripping down the bottle onto her hand. "Here, this should help too."
Megan took a swig, the cold liquid hitting the back of her throat, grounding her. "Thanks, Tyler. It's good to have you here."
He clinked his bottle against hers. "Always. You're my family, you know that."
Tyler leaned against the counter, his broad shoulders relaxing, his eyes scanning the room. Megan took another swig before taking another long look at Tyler, seeing the man he had grown into. “You know, you look so much like your dad,” she said, her voice soft, a slight quiver in it.
Tyler’s eyes softened as he looked at her, seeing the unshed tears in her eyes. “Yeah, I get that a lot. It's weird, you know? I mean, I never really knew him, but...” he trailed off, looking away.
Megan reached out, her hand covering his where it rested on the counter. “Tyler, you don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to feel it all. The sadness, the anger, the confusion.
It’s all normal, honey.”
Tyler looked at her hand, his own hand larger and more calloused than she remembered. He turned his palm up and intertwined his fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze. “Yeah, I know. It’s just been awhile since I’ve let myself feel it, you know? With college and everything, I’ve been so busy trying to keep up.”
Megan looked down at their joined hands, the contrast between her own slender fingers and Tyler’s strong ones striking. She felt a warmth spread through her at his touch, a comforting warmth that made her feel less alone.
"I know, sweetheart. But you don't have to do it alone. That's what I'm here for."
Tyler smiled at her, a genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "I know, Mom. And I appreciate it. More than you'll ever know."
They stood there for a moment, their hands intertwined, the silence between them not awkward but comforting. Megan took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "You know, Tyler, your dad... he loved you so much.
He used to say you were the best thing he ever did." Megan's voice was steady, her eyes searching Tyler's face for any hint of discomfort.
Tyler shook his head, “No, I think you were the best thing he ever did.”
Megan smiled softly, her thumb tracing circles on the back of his hand. "I think we were each other's best things, in our own ways."
Tyler looked out the window, his gaze distant. "I why didn’t you and dad have any kids, I know you would have made a great mother ."
Megan sighed, her hand still intertwined with Tyler's. "It's complicated, honey. Sometimes life doesn't go the way we plan. Your dad and I wanted kids, but he had a vasectomy after he had you, we tried to have it reversed but it didn’t work ."
Tyler turned his attention back to her, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know how much you loved kids. You were always so great with me and my friends."
Megan gave his hand a gentle squeeze, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, Tyler. That means a lot to me.
You know, sometimes I think about what it would have been like to have a little brother or sister. But then I remember, I’d have to share you, and that’ was never going to happen." Tyler's voice was soft, his thumb now tracing circles on the back of her hand. Megan felt a lump form in her throat, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Your so sweet, but you were enough, Tyler. You were always enough. And you still are," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tyler pulled her into a gentle hug, his broad shoulders enveloping her small frame. Megan let out a soft sob, her arms wrapping around his waist, holding onto him tightly.
Tyler's hand rubbed her back soothingly, his touch comforting and familiar. They stood there for a moment, lost in their shared grief, the weight of their loss heavy between them.
"You smelled just like him," Megan murmured into his chest, her voice muffled. "Like sandalwood and old books."
Tyler chuckled softly, his voice rumbling in his chest. "That's my cologne. Dad used to wear it too, didn't he?"
Megan nodded, pulling back slightly to look up at him. "Yes, he did. I always loved that smell”
and then it happened . The moment was so small, so subtle, it could have been missed if not for the sudden stillness that fell between them. Tyler's hand, which had been comfortingly rubbing Megan's back, stilled. His eyes, which had been scanning the room with a distant gaze, focused on her. Their faces were mere inches apart, close enough for Megan to see the flecks of gold in his hazel eyes, to feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.
The air between them shifted, the atmosphere suddenly charged with an unfamiliar tension. Megan's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. She could feel his cock harden in his pants
She felt a sudden heat spread through her, a warmth that had nothing to do with the grief they'd been sharing. She swallowed hard, her eyes locked on Tyler's.
"Mom?" Tyler's voice was barely a whisper, his eyes searching hers. He looked confused, uncertain, and Megan knew he felt the shift too.
She took a step back, her hands shaking slightly as she pushed her hair behind her ears. "I'm sorry, Tyler. I just... I just lost myself there for a moment."
Tyler nodded, his brow furrowed in concern. "It's okay, Mom. I know this is hard for you.”
“Tyler, I need to ask you something and you have to promise to say yes, okay?
No matter what.” Megan's voice was firm, her eyes pleading as she looked up at her stepson.
Tyler nodded, his brows furrowing in concern. “Of course, Mom. What is it?”
Megan took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to ask. “I need you to make love to me, Tyler. I need to feel alive again, to feel something other than this pain.”
Tyler's eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Mom, I... I can't…”
“You promised Tyler ," Megan interrupted, her voice firm yet gentle. “You said yes, no matter what. I need this, Tyler. I need you.”
Tyler looked away, his jaw clenching as he processed her words. He turned back to her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion, concern, and something else - something that made Megan's heart ache.
“Mom, I don’t know if this is a good idea. This is a line that we can’t uncross?” Tyler’s voice was low, his hands running through his hair, leaving it disheveled.
He looked at Megan, those hazel eyes searching hers, as if trying to find an answer in her gaze.
Megan stepped closer, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. His skin was warm beneath her touch, rough with the start of a beard. "Tyler, I know this is unconventional. I know it's not what we should be doing. But right now, I need your father, but he’s gone, so I am asking you one more time. help me feel something other than this emptiness. I trust you, Tyler. You're not just my stepson, you're my son.
You're family, and right now, I need my family more than ever." Megan's voice was steady, her eyes searching Tyler's, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation.
Tyler looked down at her hand, his own covering it and pressing it firmly against his cheek. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. "Mom, of course , I'll do anything to help you. But I need you to know what you're asking for. This is... this is big. And I don't want you to do something you might regret later."
Megan smiled softly, her voice filled with an unshakable conviction. "I know what I'm asking for, Tyler. And I know I wont regret it. I need this, and I need it to be with you. You're my son, my family. And right now, that's all that matters."
Tyler searched her eyes, as if looking for any sign of uncertainty or doubt.
But there was none. Only a profound sadness and a quiet desperation. He took a deep, steadying breath, his fingers gripping hers tightly. "Alright, Mom. If this is what you need, then I'll do it.”
Megan nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I understand, Tyler. I just need tonight. I just need to feel something other than this... emptiness."
Tyler gently pulled her into a hug, his arms engulfing her. Megan rested her head on his chest, her body shaking with silent sobs. She clung to him, her fingers gripping the fabric of his t-shirt. Tyler smiled softly, his hand rubbing her back in soothing circles. I've got you."
After a few moments, Megan pulled back, her eyes red and puffy. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, a weak smile on her face. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Tyler smiled back, his eyes warm. "You don't have to worry about that.
I'll always be here for you, Mom." Tyler's voice was steady, his eyes searching hers, his thumbs gently wiping away the remnants of her tears. "But promise me, if at any point tonight, you change your mind, you tell me. We stop, no questions asked."
Megan nodded, her eyes locked onto his. She knew he meant every word. "I promise. And you promise to be gentle with me, okay? It's been a while for me."
Tyler's cheeks flushed slightly, and he looked away for a moment, clearing his throat. "Of course, Mom.
I promise," Tyler said, his voice gentle and reassuring. He took a moment to compose himself, his eyes finding Megan's again. "So, where to?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, trying to lighten the mood.
Megan looked around the room, her eyes landing on the staircase leading up to her bedroom. She hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded towards the stairs. "Upstairs. My room," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tyler followed her gaze, then looked back at her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination.
He nodded once, his jaw set. "Alright, let's go."
They walked up the stairs together, their footsteps echoing in the empty house. Megan's bedroom was at the end of the hall, the door slightly ajar. She pushed it open the rest of the way, stepping inside and turning to face Tyler.
“Make love to me baby ,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, yet filled with a raw vulnerability that made Tyler’s heart ache.
He closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he took in the room. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the house, the walls painted a soft lilac, the bed made with a plush comforter and a mound of pillows. A vase of fresh flowers sat on the nightstand, filling the room with a sweet scent. It was a sanctuary, a place of comfort and peace.
But there was an undercurrent of sadness, a heaviness that hung in the air like a shroud.
Megan's gaze traveled from the bed to Tyler, her eyes searching his, looking for reassurance, looking for a sign that this was going to be alright.
Tyler smiled back at her, before walking over to her and unzipping her dress. He slipped it off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, clad only in a simple black bra and panties and suspenders.
Megan stood there, her breath catching in her throat as Tyler's gaze lingered on her. She felt a mixture of vulnerability and empowerment, knowing that she was desired, knowing that she was cared for.
"You're so beautiful, Mom," Tyler murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of her hip, his touch gentle and almost reverent.
Megan smiled softly, her hands going to the bra as she unclasped it , letting it fall to the floor. Tyler's eyes widened slightly, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her. Megan felt a surge of pride, of femininity, knowing that she still had the power to elicit such a response from him.
“You don’t have to call me Mom right now, Tyler. It’s not…appropriate,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. She wanted this, she needed this, but she didn’t want to blur the lines between them too much.
Tyler shook his head, his eyes still locked on hers. "That’s the only thing that’s appropriate right now mom" he said, his voice barely a whisper. She slipped off her panties, rolling her hips as she pulled them down, leaving her suspenders, Jason loved it when she wore them and she hoped Tyler would too. She stood before him, completely naked, her body a soft glow of pale skin under the warm light of the bedside lamp. Her wavy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the light in its natural highlights. Her glasses, which she never went without, perched on the tip of her nose, giving her a intelligent, almost scholarly look. Her eyes, warm and inviting, met Tyler's gaze, her brown irises darkening with a mix of vulnerability and desire. Her body, full and curvy, was a testament to the years she'd spent nurturing and caring for her family. Her breasts, large and natural, sat high on her chest, their roundness accentuated by her pale complexion. Her nipples, a soft pink, stood erect, a clear sign of her arousal. Her stomach was soft, with a slight roll of fat that made her look even more inviting.
Her hips were wide, her thighs thick and strong from years of chasing after her children. But it was her ass that truly caught Tyler's attention. Round and full, it was a testament to the hours she'd spent at the park, pushing swings and holding hands. Her pubic hair was a large, triangular patch of dark brown, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her legs were shapely, her calves defined from years of walking and running after her kids. She stood before him, completely naked, her body a soft glow of pale skin under the warm light of the bedside lamp. Her glasses, which she never went without, perched on the tip of her nose, giving her an intelligent, almost scholarly look. It was in that moment he knew why his father loved her so much. Megan was not just a beautiful woman, she was intelligent, caring and strong. She was a real woman, not some fragile doll to be put on a pedestal. She was a woman to be loved, cherished, worshipped and fucked. Tyler felt his cock harden even more at the thought.
Tyler stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her chin, tilting her head up so that she was looking directly into his eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful, Megan," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. His thumb traced her lower lip, feeling the softness of it beneath his touch.
"I love your mouth, Megan. I love the way your lips form words, the way they curve when you smile. And I love the way they feel on mine."
Megan's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire. "I love your mouth too, Tyler. I love the way it tastes, the way it feels."
They kissed a most passionate kiss that shifted the energy in the room. Tyler's hand cupped Megan's face, his other hand snaking around her waist, pulling her close. Her glasses fell to the floor, forgotten. Megan's hands explored Tyler's body, her fingers tracing the muscles of his back, feeling the heat of his skin through his t-shirt. Tyler's cock was hard, pressing against Megan's thigh, making her gasp against his mouth.
“Oh god Tyler, take it all off sweetheart ,” Megan murmured, her hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers.
Tyler pulled away from their kiss, his breath ragged. He reached down, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head in one swift motion. Megan's eyes widened at the sight of him, her gaze traveling over his broad chest, the muscles of his arms, the light dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach. She bit her lip, her eyes locking onto the bulge in his jeans.
"You look incredible, Tyler. Like a fucking god," Megan whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire.
Her eyes traveled lower, taking in his washboard abs, the happy trail that disappeared into his jeans. She felt a dampness between her legs, a hunger that was becoming insatiable.
Tyler smirked, his hands going to the button of his jeans. "You like what you see, Mom?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Yes, I do. I like it very much."
Tyler pushed his jeans down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Megan's breath hitched, her eyes widening at the sight of him.
Tyler was huge, his cock thick and long, the head already glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight. "Jesus, Tyler. You’re massive."
Tyler chuckled, his cock twitching at her words. "No second thoughts?” he asked, his voice low and seductive. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her stomach. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness. She shivered, her nipples tightening even more.
"None honey," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his shaft.
“ I’ve never seen one this big,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his length, feeling the veins, the ridges. Tyler groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closing.
“Fuck, Mom. That feels so good,” he murmured, his hips thrusting into her touch.
Megan smiled, her grip tightening slightly as she stroked him faster her big tits jiggling. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his, wanting to see his reaction. His face was a mask of pleasure, his jaw clenched, his lips parted. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire.
She wanted to taste him, to feel him in her mouth. She dropped to her knees, her hand still wrapped around his cock, her other hand reaching up to cup his balls. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire. "Let me taste you, Tyler."
Tyler's breath hitched, his hips thrusting slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her hand. "Fuck, Mom. You're driving me crazy."
Megan smiled, a wicked smile that promised pleasure. "Good," she whispered, her breath hot on his cock. She licked the tip, tasting his pre-cum, her tongue swirling around the head.
She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire. She took him deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size. She gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. She wanted all of him, she wanted to feel him in her throat.
Tyler groaned, his hands going to her hair, his fingers tangling in the soft strands. He didn't push, he didn't force, he just let her set the pace.
Megan took him deeper, her fingers circling the base of his cock as she bobbed her head, her mouth creating a tight, wet suction around him. She felt a sense of pride, of control, knowing that she was pleasing him.
Tyler looked down at her, his hips thrusting gently, his breath coming in short gasps. “You're so fucking good at that."
Megan hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers through Tyler's body. She loved hearing his praise, loved knowing that she was driving him wild.
She continued her ministrations, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, her saliva lubricating her actions. She could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat with each bob of her head, and she reveled in the slight gag reflex it elicited.
Tyler's breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, his hips thrusting more urgently. You're going to make me come if you keep doing that." Tyler's voice was hoarse, his hands tightening in Megan's hair. She looked up at him, her eyes watering from the intensity, but she didn't stop. She wanted this, she wanted to drive him wild, to make him lose control. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his stomach, his cock hitting the back of her throat.
"Fuck, Megan. You're deep-throating like a fucking pro." Tyler's hips moved faster, his fingers tightening in her hair, his breath coming in short, rough gasps. "Fuck, I'm close.
You have to stop, Mom, or I'm going to come down your throat," Tyler warned, his voice ragged with arousal.
Megan ignored him, taking him even deeper, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. She felt him swell even larger in her mouth, and she knew he was on the edge.
Tyler's hands tightened in her hair, his hips jerking as he came, his cock pulsing in her mouth. Megan swallowed every drop, her eyes watering from the effort.
She pulled back slowly, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, her tongue swirling around him as she did. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and need. "I fucking love the taste of your cum, Tyler," she said, her voice thick with desire. “You taste just like your dad”
Tyler looked down at her, his chest heaving, his cock still hard and throbbing. “That was... fuck." He reached down, his hands gripping her arms as he helped her to her feet. He pulled her into a kiss, his cock sliding between her thighs, the head brushing against her clit.
Megan moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Tyler's hands dropped to her ass, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He turned and walked them over to the bed, lowering her onto it.
Megan looked up at him, her eyes filled with a hunger that matched his own. "Make love to me, Tyler. Please, I need it so badly ." Her voice was a desperate plea, her body writhing with anticipation.
Tyler growled, his body shaking with the effort of restraint. He gently laid her down on her back, she unlocked her legs from his waist, before spreading them invitingly . Tyler groaned as he took in the sight of her, her sex glistening with her arousal, her lips swollen and pink. He could see her clit peeking out from under its hood, begging for his touch.
He reached down and slipped a finger inside her, making her gasp and arch her back. “You're so fucking wet, Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He added another finger, stretching her, making her moan with pleasure. He curled his fingers inside her, searching for that spot that would make her scream. When he found it, he rubbed his fingers against it, making her buck her hips and moan.
"That's it, Mom. That's the spot. You like that, don't you?"
"Yes, Tyler. God, yes," Megan moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. She could feel the pleasure building, the heat spreading through her body. She reached down, her hand wrapping around her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers. Tyler watched her, his eyes darkening with lust. “You're so hot," he growled, his cock throbbing with need. He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest.
But her protest was short-lived as he replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly pushing into her. Megan gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the sheer size of him filling her. "Fuck, Tyler. You're so much bigger than your dad," she breathed out, her voice filled with awe and a hint of pain.
Tyler stopped, his cock half-sheathed inside her. "Mom, I don't want to hurt you," he said, his voice thick with concern.
Megan looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. "You're not hurting me, Tyler.
Just... go slow. Let me adjust to you," Megan whispered, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him to move.
Tyler nodded, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he fought to maintain control. He leaned down, his lips capturing one of her nipples, sucking it into his mouth as he began to move. He pulled back slightly, his cock sliding out, before thrusting back in, going deeper this time.
Megan moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as her body stretched to accommodate him. She could feel every inch of him, the thickness, the length, the way he filled her completely.
Megan let out a low moan, her hips tentatively moving to meet his thrusts. She could feel her body adjusting to him, the initial discomfort beginning to fade.
"Fuck, Mom, you feel so tight," Tyler groaned, his forehead resting against hers as he tried to maintain control. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You're not, Tyler. You feel incredible baby," Megan whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as the tears began flowing freely down her cheeks. She wasn't crying out of sadness anymore, she was crying because this felt so fucking good. She was crying because it was her son, her daughter's brother, there, loving her, making her feel alive again.
Tyler groaned, his hips moving slower, deeper, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her skin. He could feel her tightening around him, her body adjusting to his size. “You're so tight. So fucking tight."
Megan gasped as he hit her cervix again, her back arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through her. "Oh god, right there, Tyler… promise me you’ll love me just like this forever ."
Tyler’s eyes met hers, their breaths intermingling. "Forever, Mom. I’ll love you forever."
With those words, Tyler lost all sense of restraint. He began to thrust harder, faster, his cock hitting her cervix deep inside her with every stroke. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved.
"Oh fuck, Mom, you feel so good. Your pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking wet. I love how you feel." Tyler's voice was a harsh whisper, his breath coming in rough pants. "Your tits are amazing , Mom.
They're so fucking beautiful. I want to feel them, Mom. I want to nurse on them," Tyler groaned, his hips slamming into her with increasing force.
Megan reached up, her hands cupping her breasts, offering them to her stepson. "Suck them, baby. Nurse on mommies tits."
Tyler didn't need to be told twice. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one of her nipples, sucking it hard into his mouth. Megan gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through her.
He was now quite literally plowing into her, each stoke was 13 inches in and 13 inches out, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust.
Megan's breasts bounced and swayed with the force of his ambushes on her body. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he pummeled in and out of her. She wriggled and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into his back, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.
Tyler couldn't believe how tight and wet she was. He felt like he was in a wrestling match, but he was fucking loving every second of it.
The way her body was responding to him was intoxicating. He felt like a fucking god, a fucking conqueror. He was taking his mother, his stepmother, and she was loving every fucking second of it.
Tyler was fucking her harder and deeper than anyone ever had before. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, trying to milk him. He could feel her nails digging into his back, her heels digging into his ass, urging him to go deeper, harder.
He pulled his mouth off her tit and looked down at her. Her face was a mask of pleasure and pain, her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream.
He was relentless, his hips slamming into her with primal force, his cock hitting her cervix with each thrust.
"Does it feel good , Mom? Do I feel as good as Dad did?" Tyler asked, his voice a low growl as he continued to pound into her. Megan could feel every inch of him, the sheer size and power of his body overwhelming her senses.
"Better," she gasped out, her body writhing beneath his. "You feel so much better than your Dad did."
Tyler let out a harsh laugh, his hips snapping forward, burying himself deep inside her. "Fuck, Mom, I'm going to make you see stars."
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight, firm circles.
"Come for me, Mom. I want to feel you come all over my cock."
Megan's body tensed, her breath hitching as the pleasure built. She could feel it, the orgasm, so close, just out of reach. She looked up at Tyler, her eyes locking with his. "Tyler, I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close."
Tyler smiled, a wicked, sexy smile that made Megan's heart race. “Come for me.
Fucking come for me," Tyler growled, his fingers working her clit faster. Megan's breath hitched, her body tensing as the first waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing with each stroke of Tyler's cock.
"Tyler, I'm going to come. Fuck, I'm going to come so hard," she panted, her body writhing beneath him. Give it to me. Come all over my cock," Tyler urged, his voice a harsh whisper as he continued to pound into her, his own body trembling with the effort to maintain control.
Megan's breath hitched, her body tensing as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he slammed into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"Fuck, Tyler... fuck... I'm coming... I'm fucking coming..." Megan's voice was a strangled cry, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her, her pussy clamping down on Tyler's cock, trying to milk him.
"Fuck, Mom, that's it...
come all over my cock, Mom. Come all over my big cock," Tyler groaned, his own orgasm building. He could feel Megan's pussy clamping down on him, the heat and wetness of her driving him wild. He pounded into her with all his might, his hips slamming against hers, the sound of their bodies clashing filling the room.
Megan cried out, her voice hoarse and raw as her orgasm tore through her. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, the heat and friction building to an almost unbearable pitch.
Tyler's own orgasm was right there, teetering on the edge, threatening to consume him whole. He felt the familiar tingle in his balls, the tightening in his groin, the pressure that signaled he was about to blow his load. I can't hold it anymore," he grunted, his face a mask of determination and pure, raw need. "I'm going to come, Mom. Where should I…”
Tyler hesitated, his face flushed with exertion and desire.
Megan looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Come all over my tits baby . I want to feel your cum on my skin."
Tyler groaned, the thought of painting his mother's tits with his cum driving him to the edge. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. He moved up her body, his cock throbbing with the need to release. He positioned himself between her breasts, his cock resting against her soft mounds. She quickly pushed her tits together, enveloping his enormous prick in her cleavage. Her hands gripped her tits, squeezing them tightly around his cock, making it look even bigger and more obscene.
"Fuck, Mom, that's so fucking hot," Tyler groaned, his hands clasping her tits, helping her to create the perfect fucking device. He began to thrust his hips, his cock sliding between her tits, the softness of her flesh and the wetness of his cock creating a delicious friction.
Megan moaned, her eyes locked onto Tyler's. She placed her hands on his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she guided him. "Fuck my tits, baby.” She cooed, “Your dad loved too”
It only took a half dozen strokes before he was on the edge. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls, ready to shoot out. "Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna fucking come all over your tits."
Megan’s breath hitched, her nipples tightening even more at his words. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness, the promise of his orgasm. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over your mommy’s tits.”
Tyler let out a guttural groan, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his release.
Megan watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. She could feel the heat of his cock as it slid between her tits, the friction driving her wild.
"That's it, baby," she cooed, her voice thick with desire. "Give it to me. Give me your cum."
Tyler's body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the first spurt of his orgasm. "Fuck, Mom," he grunted, his hips jerking as he came, his cock pulsing between her tits.
The first rope of cum shot out, hitting her chin, her neck, her chest. He continued to groan, his cock throbbing as he came again and again, painting her skin with his release. His eyes were locked onto hers, his breaths coming in short gasps as he watched his cum cover her.
Megan moaned, her hands gripping his thighs as she urged him on, her body arching up to meet his every thrust. She could feel the heat of his cum, the slickness of it on her skin, the way it coated her, marking her as his. She loved it, reveled in it, her body aching for more. As the last spurt of cum Hit her skin, she pulled his cock close and sucked the final remnants of cum from his tip, her tongue swirling around the head, ensuring that every drop was collected.
"Fuck, Mom, that was incredible," Tyler said, his voice raw and breathless. He looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her cum-slicked skin, a sense of pride and possession in his gaze. "You look fucking incredible like that."
Megan smiled briefly back at him, before she was again awash with tears . She was overwhelmed with the emotions of the day, the grief of her husband's passing, and now the intense, raw, forbidden pleasure she was experiencing with her stepson.
“Thank you, Tyler. You make me feel so alive. I’ve felt like a ghost these past weeks.”
Tyler climbed off her and disappeared into the bathroom, before returning a few seconds later with a warm washcloth . He sat on the bed and began to gently clean the cum off her skin, his touch tender and loving. He wiped between her breasts, around her neck, and even her chin and the corners of her mouth where cum had escaped.
Megan looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “You make me feel so beautiful , Tyler.”
Tyler smiled softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. “I’m glad, Mom.”
Megan shifted her body so that she was now lying on her side, facing him. She reached out and ran her hand along his thigh, her touch gentle and exploratory.