They kept the rhythm going, Conner's slow but strong thrusts driving deep into Eliza's pussy from behind, her body curled against his in the spooning position. Each plunge stretched her walls, his thick shaft grinding against her sensitive spots, building the heat between them steadily. She moaned softly at first, her voice a husky whisper echoing in the dim motel room, but as the pleasure mounted, her cries grew louder—'Yes, son, just like that... fill me up again.' He gripped her hip tighter, pounding with controlled power, his balls tapping her clit rhythmically.
The tension coiled tighter, her pussy clenching around him like a vice, milking his cock as he chased release. With a deep grunt, Conner buried himself to the hilt and came again, hot ropes of cum erupting inside her, flooding her depths until it overflowed. Eliza's voice echoed sharply—'Oh fuck, yes! Give it to me!'—her body shuddering as she rode the wave of his orgasm, her own climax rippling through her.
Her leg slumped back down heavily, muscles spent, and Conner pulled out with a wet pop, watching his cum expunge from her gaping hole, thick white streams trickling down her thighs onto the sheets. Eliza breathed heavily, chest heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. He leaned in close, hugging her from the side, his arm draping over her waist possessively. His lips brushed her neck in soft kisses, trailing up to her ear as she leaned back into him, sighing deeply.
His cock, still semi-hard and slick, nestled between her ass cheeks, the warmth of her skin pressing against it. Pure lust and forbidden love washed over her, and she exclaimed calmly, her voice breathy but certain: 'I'm forever yours, Conner—whenever you please. This body, this pussy... it's all for you now.' He nuzzled closer, murmuring agreement against her skin, and they drifted off to sleep entwined, the night's passions finally ebbing into exhausted peace.
Morning light filtered through the thin motel curtains, stirring Conner awake. As his eyes adjusted, memories flooded back—the way he'd dominated his mother, her full submission to his every command and thrust. A surge of pride swelled in his chest; he'd claimed her completely, turned their taboo bond into something unbreakable. Glancing beside him, he saw her naked form curled up, not in his father's bed but here, with him. His heart raced with possessive affection.
He pulled her closer, hugging her more tenderly now, his hand stroking her side as he kissed her neck softly, then the side of her face. Eliza stirred, a sleepy smile forming as she turned to him, her eyes fluttering open. She met his lips in a full, deep kiss, her hand sliding down to stroke his morning wood, fingers wrapping around his thickening shaft with familiar hunger.
But reality intruded—she remembered Hugh, sighed heavily, and pulled back gently. 'I have to check on your father,' she whispered, regret in her tone. Slipping from his arms, she padded to the bathroom, cleaning up quickly with a washcloth, wiping away the remnants of their night. She shrugged on her robe, the fabric hugging her curves, and sauntered out, hips swaying seductively as she left the room, the door clicking shut behind her.
In her and Hugh's room, she found him sound asleep, snoring lightly. Eliza sat on the bed's edge, watching him stir behind her. She'd prepared another cup of water laced with sleeping pills—strong enough to hold him for a few more hours. As his eyes cracked open, mouth dry from the night, she handed it to him with a sweet smile. 'Here, drink this, honey.' He sipped gratefully, and she leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips. Soon, his eyelids drooped, sleep taking over as the pills kicked in.
Satisfied, Eliza grabbed some fresh clothes and headed back to Conner's room. The door opened to reveal him sitting on the bed, still naked, his muscular frame on display, cock hanging heavy between his legs. As the door closed and locked with a decisive click, she sauntered toward the bathroom, her robe falling open and slipping off her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving her gloriously bare.
'I really need a wash,' she purred, glancing back with a wicked grin. 'Could use a hand, big boy.' Conner followed suit, rising and trailing her into the motel's small bathroom. They collided in a frenzy of kisses and fondling—his hands cupping her tits, pinching her nipples, while hers roamed his chest and down to squeeze his ass. They stumbled into the glass walk-in shower, the door fogging already from their heat.
Eliza's back pressed against the cool glass, one of Conner's hands reaching to turn on the shower. Warm water cascaded over them, soaking their skin, rivulets tracing down her curves and his defined muscles. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, ankles locking as he lifted her effortlessly by her ass cheeks, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust in smoothly, filling her pussy in one go. Strong, slow, deliberate strokes followed—each one pulling almost out before slamming back in, his hips rolling to hit deep. 'You're my secret now, Mom,' he growled low, dominant edge in his voice. 'All mine to fuck whenever I want.' She nodded, eyes locked on his, feeling the truth of it. 'Yes... your secret slut. Take me.'
Her moans echoed off the tiles, softer than the night before but no less passionate, their banter flowing calmly as they basked in the intimate moment—his commands met with her submissive pleas, the water amplifying every wet slap and gasp. This lasted a while, the steady rhythm building their shared bliss without rush.
Eventually, Conner lowered her feet to the floor, turning her to face the tile wall. She pressed her palms against it, the opposite wall cool on her chest, ass poking out invitingly, water streaming down her back. He gripped her hips, then her ass, spreading her cheeks as he entered her again from behind, cock sliding into her soaked heat.
Thrusts turned wilder immediately—he loved this angle, watching her ass pump back to meet him, the way her cheeks shook and wiggled like she was twerking on his dick, rippling with every impact. 'Fuck, Mom, your ass driving me insane,' he grunted, pounding harder, the shower filling with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
He slapped her ass over and over—sharp, stinging smacks that turned her skin pink under the water. Eliza's moans and cries rang loud and demanding: 'Harder! Slap me, son—mark your mommy!' She begged for more, pushing back frantically, and he obliged, railing her with brutal force, his handprints blooming on her flesh.
The frenzy peaked—Conner buried deep and came inside her again, groaning as his cum jetted into her clenching pussy, mixing with the warm spray. Eliza trembled, her own release crashing over her with a sharp cry.
After, he held her steady, helping her keep balance as her legs wobbled. His hands soaped her body tenderly, lathering her tits, stomach, and down to her pussy, fingers gently washing away their mess, circling her clit until she whimpered. She returned the favor, soaping his chest, abs, and lingering on his cock, admiring its length and girth, stroking it clean with devoted care.
Then, eyes needy and locked on his, she fell to her knees in the shower, water pounding her back. 'I want to taste you again,' she murmured, before taking him into her mouth hungrily, sucking devotedly—lips sealed tight, tongue swirling around the head, bobbing deep to swallow his length. Conner sighed and moaned, hands in her wet hair, thrusting lightly into her throat. When he came, she took every drop, gulping it down with a satisfied hum, not spilling a bit.
Rising, she helped him wash for real—scrubbing his back, arms, and legs—before they kissed deeply, tongues tangling as the water rinsed the soap away. They fumbled out of the shower, towels drying their bodies quickly, steam still curling in the air.
Eliza changed provocatively, like a reverse stripper teasing him anew: bending at the waist to step into stretchy athletic shorts, ass arched high and shaking playfully; arching her back as she pulled on a tank top, tits bouncing free before the fabric settled over them, nipples poking through. Conner watched, hardening again, before slipping into fresh shorts and a T-shirt himself.
They walked out feeling amazing, their new secret relationship humming with electric promise—stolen glances, subtle touches igniting sparks. First, they headed to her room; Hugh still slept soundly, oblivious. Eliza and Conner raided the motel's complimentary breakfast, eating like a couple on their honeymoon—feeding each other bites of toast and fruit across the small table, laughing softly, her foot rubbing his calf under it.
They packed some extras for Hugh—a muffin and coffee—leaving it by his bed before slipping out. At the car, they rearranged the back seat for more room, shifting boxes and bags strategically. Conner stacked everything to block Hugh's view completely from the front—no rearview mirror glimpses, just a solid wall of luggage creating their private nook. Eliza tested it, sliding in with a grin, the setup perfect for whatever the road might bring.
Hugh emerged groggily soon after, none the wiser, and they hit the road again, the family's journey—and their hidden passions—pressing onward.