It's been days.
Days since Jake had been inside his mom.
Since that afternoon in her office, when he'd bent his gorgeous, fucking perfect mother, over her desk, shoving his cock into her tight, dripping cunt while she muffled her screams.
He could still remember every fucking second of it.
The way her legs had trembled as she braced herself against the table.
The way her soaked pussy had clung to him like it never wanted to let him go.
The way her voice had cracked when she'd moaned his name, screaming
"Jake… oh God, yes, fuck me harder!" while he pounded her so deep her tits bounced against the desk.
He'd filled her over and over again until their cum spilled out of her sopping cunt, pouring down on the floor, while he kept fucking and fucking.
That was a wild scene, where the two were completely consumed by the filthy lust that they didn't care about rules or titles.
And fuck… he had been desperate for it ever since.
But as always,
Flags were raised and the plot thickened.
Cue the tragic, horny protagonist who couldn't get a single fucking thing he wanted without suffering for it.
Because, out of nowhere, his father, the busiest fucking man alive, decided to take some time off, lounging around his mansion like he didn't have two people under his roof who were seconds away from tearing each other apart.
And worse, his gorgeous mother, the sexy professor, he wished to fuck every minute, got buried under piles of exams and work, leaving him with nothing but blue balls and a front-row seat to his own torment, forced to watch his gorgeous, slutty professor of a mother, prance around the house in silk robes while he couldn't do a fucking thing about it.
And it was killing him.
Every damn day in this house was torture.
He'd wake up every morning to see her gliding around the house in those thin silk robes that clung to every sinful curve of her body, her tits straining against the fabric, her bare legs smooth and teasing with every step.
She'd glance at him, just a flick of those knowing, sultry eyes, and it was enough to make his cock ache so badly he'd have to leave the room before his father noticed.
And he knew, she wanted it too.
He could see it in her eyes whenever his father wasn't looking.
That hungry, aching, desperate look. Like she missed the feel of his cock pounding her just as much as he missed her tight little cunt milking him dry.
And now, it was unbearable.
His mind was only filled with one thought...To fuck his gorgeous mother.
He wanted to fuck her, when his father was taking a shower, but this old man wouldn't even spend five minutes inside the bathroom...like five minutes?
That's not even enough for the two to undress and kiss each other.
He wanted to fuck her late at night while his father slept, but with this amount of coffee every night..does he even sleep?
Not to mention, Madelyn was busy with work and she came home very exhausted, so, he didn't want his horniness to be the reason, she didn't get well rested.
But that's why...it was unbearable.
.
.
.
At this moment, they were all sitting in the living room after dinner.
Shane Dawson was sipping coffee like always,
At fucking night.
Like dammit..who drinks caffeine before bed?
Don't you want to sleep, old man?
Although he knew that the relationship between his parents had become so distant, especially in the last few days after her passion for ignited that they even sleep in the different beds, but the thought of her sleeping in the same room was still uncomfortable.
More so, after he lit up the lustful flames burned deep inside her heart and body.
And, he could see it in her every time she looked at him.
Those sinful, lust-drunk eyes that lingered too long.
The way her thighs pressed together unconsciously whenever he got too close.
That tiny hitch in her breath when his hand brushed hers in passing, like she was seconds away from dragging him into the nearest room and begging for his cock.
Faced with such bombshell of a woman, with a gorgeous face and body that could ruin a man, it was hard for anyone to control himself.
Even if it was an old man as his father.
What if?
Fuck...
Shaking away such negative thoughts, he started distracting his mind by looking at his phone, only to get betrayed his his very eyes, which couldn't help but glance at her way.
There she was, sitting on the sofa, in that fucking blouse that hugged her tits so tight they strained against it.
His gaze fell on her long, smooth legs making him ache to spread them apart, and that ass… fuck, that ass… round and plump like it was made to bounce against his hips.
She wasn't just sexy.
She was a walking, breathing, fucking fantasy and he'd lived it
He could still feel it if he closed his eyes.
That tight, wet heat of her cunt swallowing him whole, that vice-like grip milking his cock for every drop he had to give, and the lewd, desperate way she'd screamed his name when he fucked her so hard her knees gave out.
God, he'd give anything to bury himself inside her again.
Jake clenched his jaw, trying to tear his gaze away only...this time, she too stared at him as their gazes met.
Her lips curved slightly and she closed one eye in a teasing, sexy wink that hit him like a damn bullet.
And then, she stood up.
Her hips swayed just enough to make his cock throb painfully in his jeans as she walked past him, the faint scent of her perfume clinging in the air like a cruel taunt.
"I'll take a shower,"
She said casually.... but those misty, knowing eyes cut to his for just a second before she walked towards the shower.
Well ...his father, clueless as ever, just sat there sipping coffee, not knowing that his wife had just lit his son on fire with a look.
Jake mumbled some bullshit about needing to make a call and stood up.
Nick didn't even glance his way.
Absolutely perfect.
Because Jake was done.
He followed her, down the hall and straught to the luxuries bathroom.
He pushed the door open quietly.
The bathroom was massive, just like everything else in the mansion.
(I literally forgot if I ever wrote this setting in the previous chaps, but we'll...let's not care about the details in a literotica, you're not here for it anyway.)
When you stepped in, the long marble vanity stretched along the left wall with a huge mirror running its length.
Straight ahead was the luxurious bathtub.
And to the right, behind a frosted glass divider, was the shower area.
From where Jake stood near the door, although he couldn't see her directly… the mirror gave him everything.
And God, what a fucking view.
Madelyn was there, standing in the walk-in shower beneath the wall-mounted showerhead, as warm water cascaded down her flawless skin, her long black hair clinging wetly to her back, her perfect ass and full tits on sinful display.
Water dripped down from the ends of her hair, sliding down her pale skin like liquid temptation.
From time to time, she rubbed the foamy lather across her body with her hands, kneading her tits, her fingers teasing her nipples until they stiffened, making his cock as hard as steel.
Although, she was facing away from him, but through the mirror, he could see everything, her perky nipples jutting proudly, her glistening, pink, juicy cunt, not to mention her delicious, mushy ass that was right in front of his very eyes, begging to be squeezed.
To be honest, facing such a naked temptation, he wanted to pounce on her right then and there, shoving his cock between those plump cheeks, and slamming into her dripping cunt, fucking her until her throat rasped from screaming his name, but he didn't move.
For one, she hadn't invited him in yet. And second… he wanted to see how far she would go.
And Madelyn knew it too.
After all, the bathroom mirror was huge, and he was standing right in front of it.
She could see him and she wanted him to see.
To see, just how desperate she had been for him.
Tell him that he wasn't the only one who was tortured these days.
As the water cascaded down her body, her hands slid over her tits, rubbing and squeezing her rock-hard nipples.
Then she reached for the handheld showerhead, pulling it free and angling it downward, letting the hot spray trail over her trembling skin.
Her lips were slightly open with a seductive expression, and her deep, misty eyes gradually half-closed and half-opened.
Her slender fingers traced down her stomach, then slid between her thighs before she rubbed her pussy slowly at first, teasing herself, her fingers playing with her swollen labia, spreading it open, letting him watch every filthy detail through the mirror.
Then she slowly spread her legs wider and brought the showerhead closer, letting powerful stream of water tease her needy cunt, making her moan softly.
"Mmh~ Jake… ah~ Jake… mnh~"
His name from her lips, while her fingers stirred her cunt, hit him like a fucking drug.
His cock throbbed so hard it hurt as he grabbed himself through his pants, stroking up and down, desperate for relief.
While she was masturbating, fingers plunging in and out of her soaked cunt, and he stood there watching her intently, stroking his cock through his pants, her misty, lust-drunk eyes lifted… and in the mirror, they met his.
Fuck.
For an instant, it felt as if time froze, her hand halting between her thighs, his breath caught in his throat.
And then, just as quickly, it was as if everything sped up.
The two felt the raw, unfiltered hunger. Possession. Lust for each other in their gaze, making their bodies melt, until Madelyn's fingers trembled against her pussy, pausing for the briefest second…
Jake of course, knew what she wanted so, he reached down, unzipped his pants, and freed himself as his thick, raw, veiny cock sprang out, for her to see.
Madelyn's gaze dropped to it, her half-lidded eyes darkening with hunger as her cunt throbbed in need, realising copious amount of fluids.
Her eyes burned with lust, her mouth rolled, lips curling into the most erotic smile as her fingers plunged in and out of her cunt, the water stream slapping against her clit, while his hand pumped his cock.
Her hips rolled. Her tits bounced with every motion, perfect and heavy, her nipples stiff as her moans turned into shameless cries of pleasure.
Love juice dripped down her thighs, mixing with the water, and he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Oh~ Jake… mmh~ ahh~ Jaaake~!"
God, her voice was so fucking sexy.
Her fingers plunged into her cunt, two, then three, pumping in and out as her hips rolled.
Water dripped down her thighs, mixing with her slick, obscene squelches filling the silence.
Their eyes never broke.
Jake's breathing was ragged, his cock glistening with his own pre-cum as he pumped himself, matching her rhythm.
Madelyn's moans got louder, her hips grinding against her own fingers, tits bouncing with every motion.
"Ahh~ Jake… mmh~ I… I want…"
And, he couldn't hold it anymore.
He lunged onto her like a starving predator finally claiming his prey, pressing his chest to her soaked, trembling back as his throbbing cock slapped against her thick, heavy, squishy ass, making it ripple.
"Mmh—Jake…" She moaned and then melted into him, her ass pressing against his throbbing cock as if she'd been waiting for it.
At the same time, her eyes licking with his, through the mirror, seemed to say. "Took you long enough."
His cock throbbed against her, hands gripping her hips so tight she gasped.
"Fuck, Madelyn…" He growled into her ear, and she moaned in response, pushing her ass back against him, grinding her wet, slippery skin along his length.
"Mmh… Jake… I was wondering how long you'd just watch…"
He didn't answer.
His lips crashed against her neck, biting, sucking, marking her until she whimpered.
One of his hands slid down immediately, cupping her slick, swollen pussy, his fingers pressing against her clit and rubbing it in tight, merciless circles.
As his other hand gripped her tit, squeezing it greedily, his thumb rolling over her stiff, aching nipple as her hips bucked against his palm, her cunt dripping onto his fingers, while his cock twitched, grinding between her ass cheeks, smearing his pre-cum across her soft skin, his thick voice came into her ear.
"Fuck… do you know how painful it was..?"
"Seeing you everyday but not being able to feel your squishy ass and plump tits, kiss your luscious lips and bend you over, shoving my cock so deep into your tight, wet cunt that you won't be able to walk straight.
Every fucking moment, I saw you..I wanted to feel your churning cunt squeeze the life out of me, hear you moan my name until you can't fucking breathe…"
Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as his thick, possesive tone sent shivers down her spine, making her cunt churn.
Baby, Mom also felt the same torment, seeing you every day but not being able to touch you, not being able to feel your hot palm on her tits, have your huge cock feel her cunt to the brim.
The ache between her legs became unbearable by each passing seconds and she whispered in need.
"I… I missed you too,"
"Believe me, Jake…it was just as painful for me…"
"That's why Jake… I need you. Please…"
He pressed his cock harder against her ass, groaning into her ear.
"What do you need?"
"I need your thick cock inside me...Fuck me until I collapse."
Her lustful words ignited the already overwhelming desire in his heart.
"I want to spread you open and ruin you against this mirror. May I?"
"Y-yes… Jake… ahh~"
She gasped, grinding against him like she couldn't get enough.
As he finally yanked his fingers out, bent her forward, pressing her palms flat against the cold glass, then positioned himself behind her, his cock sliding down, smearing her slick across his shaft until his thick tip pressed against her entrance.
And then, with a savage thrust, buried his cock deep inside her dripping cunt.
"Ohh ...mmmhmm~"
Madelyn's eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as the feeling she'd craved for days came rushing back, the same blissful, overwhelming fullness of him stretching the delicate walls of her cunt, filling her to the brim until there wasn't an inch left untouched.
Her tight, needy cunt clenched around him like a vice, molding perfectly to his thick shaft, as if it had been made for him… as if it never wanted to let him go.
Every nerve inside her lit up, the perfect fit making her toes curl and her breath hitch ae desperate, throaty moan tore from her lips, only to be swallowed when Jake's hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound.
"Shh…" He growled in her ear while his cock twitched deep inside her.
"Be quiet for me… or he'll hear us."
Her muffled whimper trembled against his palm, her hips instinctively grinding back against him, her soaking walls clutching his cock tighter, wordlessly begging for more.
Feeling the warm tightness of her cunt after days, Jake gritted his teeth to stop himself from cumming.
Then, pulling back just enough to feel her clench, he slammed into her again, the wet slap of their bodies echoing faintly against the tiled walls.
"Fuck, yes…" Jake groaned, his grip on her tit tightening as his other hand gripped her hip, all the while, he slammed into her from behind, his cock stretching her perfectly, as he stared at the image of his beautiful, filthy mother moaning his name, grinding her ass against him as he filled her needy cunt to the hilt.
Her moan echoed off the bathroom walls, her fingers clawing at the mirror for balance, his cock pounding into her hard and fast, his grip bruising her hips as her ass bounced against him.
The wet, filthy sound of their bodies colliding, mixed with her muffled moans echoed inside the bathroom, turning this place into their own personal heaven of lust.
Every thrust drove deeper, harder, her walls clenching greedily around him.
"Ohhh~ f-fuck! Jake—ahh~!"
He fucked her harder, his hips pistoning into her, balls smacking against her ass, each thrust driving her tighter against the cold mirror.
Meanwhile, his free hand slid up, grabbing one of her tit, his thumb and fingers pinching and rolling her stiff nipple until she writhed against him and came down hard.
But, he didn't stop.
Even as her slick gushed out of her cunt, coating his shaft and thighs, he kept pounding her mercilessly, his cock stretching her sensitive, trembling walls over and over again, filling her so deep she could feel him in her stomach.
Although he knew they couldn't continue, after all, a shower obviously shouldn't take so much time, so, if they were to spend too much time here, no matter how oblivious his father was, he would certainly have a doubt.
And if, by chance, he were to come here...well.
Even though such thoughts came swirling inside his mind, he couldn't stop at all.
Not when she was pushing back on him desperately, her plump ass slapping against his hips, matching his savage thrusts like she needed every inch of him.
Days of aching hunger, of seeing and not being able to touch, was too much for both and so, at this moment, the incestuous pair wanted nothing but to fuck each other until they pass out.
And so, he drove into her mercilessly, watching her reflection as she thrust her hips back to match his incoming thrust, eyes rolling back in bliss and her fingers curling against the fogged-up mirror, while he slammed into her from behind, making her ass ripple from impact.
The fucking session went on and on, and the two completely forget about anything but the desire for each other's body, moaning and groaning until...
Knock Knock..!
A knock sounded on the door, making the two freeze in place.