Eliza lay panting beneath Conner, her body slick with sweat, pussy overflowing with his fresh load as it leaked onto the sheets. But the night burned on, their hunger far from sated. Conner pulled out slowly, his cock still rigid and glistening with their juices, veins pulsing. He flipped her over with firm hands, positioning her on all fours—her knees digging into the mattress, ass presented high, back arched in invitation.
He knelt behind her, gripping her hips, the head of his cock nudging her soaked entrance. 'Ready for more, Mom?' he growled, sliding in inch by inch, her walls stretching around his thickness. She gasped, pushing back instinctively, but he held her steady, building a slow rhythm—long, deliberate thrusts that bottomed out, his balls slapping lightly against her clit.
'Oh god, yes,' Eliza moaned, the sound echoing off the motel walls, no restraint now in their private haven. He picked up pace, hips snapping forward harder, faster, the bed creaking under them. Her moans turned to screams—raw, uninhibited—'Fuck me, Conner! Deeper!'—as he pounded into her, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the room with every plunge.
She shifted, lowering her chest to the bed, face buried in the pillow, but keeping her ass arched perfectly skyward, knees spread wide. Her body flattened against the sheets, tits mashing into the fabric, while her round cheeks jiggled with each impact. Eliza began pushing back, meeting his thrusts head-on, her hips shaking side to side in a teasing wiggle that drove him wild.
That motion ignited something primal in Conner—his eyes locked on her quivering ass, the way it rippled under his palms. His thrusts turned brutal, wilder, slamming into her with savage force, skin slapping loudly. 'You're my little slut, Mom—my dirty fucking mommy taking her son's cock like a whore,' he snarled, dirty talk pouring out, voice rough with lust.
Eliza's submissiveness exploded, loud and expressive—she arched higher, shoving back harder, her screams piercing the air. 'Yes! Claim me, baby—I'm yours!' She reveled in his words, the taboo sting making her pussy clench tighter around him.
He gripped her hair, yanking her head back gently, pounding relentlessly. 'Take it all, you filthy slut—beg for your son's cock to ruin you.'
Her response shattered the room: a loud, piercing scream tore from her throat—'Yesssss! Yessssss! Yessssss! I am your mommy slut!' She bucked wildly, voice breaking with ecstasy. 'Devour my pussy with that long, thick, raging young cock of yours—fuck me raw, son! Stretch your mommy's hole!'
Conner basked in her surrender, the power surging through him like fire. Her submission fed his darkest desires—the forbidden rush of owning his own mother, turning her into his personal fucktoy. 'That's right, Mom—you're mine now. No one else gets this pussy. I'll breed you every night, fill you up until you're dripping my cum. Fuck your husband; you're my breeding slut.' He expressed it all, voice laced with dark hunger, thrusting even harder, brutal snaps that jolted her body forward.
The intensity built to a fever pitch—her screams blending with his grunts, the room thick with the scent of sex. Conner's balls tightened, and with a final, vicious plunge, he came again, roaring as he flooded her depths, hot spurts painting her insides white. Eliza's pussy spasmed around him, milking every drop, but the force drained her—she collapsed forward onto the bed, ass still up, body trembling, utterly spent from the brutal fucking her hunk of a son had delivered.
Conner slumped beside her, chest heaving, but his cock raged on, unyielding, slick and ready. He wasn't done claiming her. With a possessive growl, he turned her to her side, her back pressing against his chest—spooning her intimately. He lifted her top leg high, exposing her dripping folds, and slid back in from behind, the angle letting him bury deep in one smooth motion.
Slow but strong thrusts began—each one deliberate, powerful, grinding against her G-spot as his arm wrapped around her waist, hand mauling her perky C-cup breast. Eliza yelled louder, no filter, her voice hoarse but ecstatic. 'Hugh hasn't fucked me this long since we were young in college! Oh fuck, Conner—this is the best cock I've ever taken in my life! Your father couldn't compare—your dick owns me!'
She repeated it over and over, screams echoing: 'Best cock ever! Hugh's nothing next to you—fuck, son, you're ruining me for everyone!'
Conner leaned into her words, the comparison fueling his dominance. His voice turned gruff, commanding, breath hot against her ear as he thrust harder, claiming her fully. 'Damn right, Mom—I'm taking you from him. This pussy's mine now; I'll fuck you whenever I want, breed my slutty mother until you're addicted. Say it—tell me who owns this hole.'
'I—yours! All yours!' she wailed, grinding back against him, the slow, strong rhythm building her toward another peak as the night stretched endlessly, their forbidden bond deepening with every possessive stroke.