"Mom," he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust, "You feel so good."
"So do you," she replied, stroking him through his shorts.
They broke the kiss, panting, their eyes locked. The kitchen, once a bastion of domestic bliss, had transformed into a hothouse of illicit desire. The sunlight had turned a deep orange, casting a warm glow over their intertwined bodies.
"We should go to my room," Ethan said, his voice strained, "Before someone comes home."
Mrs. Willow nodded, her thoughts a jumbled mess. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't fight it anymore. She wanted him, needed him, and the thought of being with her son in such a way was both terrifying and exhilarating.
They stumbled out of the kitchen, their hands never leaving each other's bodies. In the hallway, she leaned against the wall, her breathing ragged. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Mm," she moaned, her hand moving to his zipper.
"Yes," he hissed, "Take it out."
Mrs. Willow did as he asked, her hand shaking as she pulled his cock free. It was thick and hot, pulsing in her grip. She licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his as she began to stroke him.
Ethan groaned, his hips pushing into her touch. "Fuck, Mom," he whispered, "You make me feel so good."
Her cheeks burned at the vulgarity, but it only served to turn her on more. She had never been talked to like that before, never felt so desired. It was like a switch had been flipped, and she was someone else entirely.
"Let's go," he said, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs.
Their footsteps were silent on the carpeted floor, their hearts beating a tattoo of lust. When they reached his room, he shut the door, his hands immediately returning to her body. He pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her large, round boobs, the nipples standing erect and begging for attention.
Mrs. Willow's pussy was soaked, her panties sticking to her skin. She knew that if they didn't move quickly, she would come from his touch alone. But she didn't want that. She wanted this moment to last, to savor the feeling of his skin against hers, to burn every sensation into her memory.
Ethan kissed her again, his hands exploring her breasts. His thumbs flicked her nipples, and she gasped, her knees going weak. She could feel his cock, still in his shorts, pressing against her stomach, and she knew that she needed it inside her.
"Ethan," she whispered, her voice shaky, "Take off your pants."
He complied, his erection springing free. It was the first time she had seen her son's cock, and she couldn't help but stare. It was beautiful, and terrifying, and she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
"Mom," he said, his voice thick with need, "Take off your pants."
Her hands trembled as she slid them down her legs, her panties following. She stepped out of them, her bare pussy exposed to his hungry gaze. He took a step back, his eyes devouring her, and she felt a thrill at his reaction.
"You're so beautiful, Mom," Ethan breathed, his hand moving to his cock, stroking it slowly.
"Thank you, baby," Mrs. Willow said, her voice husky. She stepped closer to him, reaching out to touch him. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, her thumb caressing the swollen head. "I want you so much."
"Mom," he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, "You can't imagine how long I've wanted this."
They kissed again, their tongues dancing as their hands explored. Mrs. Willow could feel the heat from his cock, and she knew that she needed to feel it inside her. She pushed him towards the bed, her heart racing as she climbed onto it, her legs spreading to welcome him.
"Take your time," she murmured, "I want to feel every inch of you."
Ethan nodded, his eyes glazed with desire. He climbed onto the bed, his cock standing tall and proud. Mrs. Willow reached out, her hand wrapping around it again, guiding it to her wet entrance. She took a deep breath as the tip of his cock brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.
"Mom," Ethan groaned, his hands on her hips, "You're so fucking wet."
"It's all for you, baby," she replied, her voice a sultry purr. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long."
He pushed in, slow and steady, the feeling of his cock stretching her pussy unlike anything she had ever experienced. Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being filled by her son, the taboo act only heightening her arousal.
"Oh God," she moaned, "You're so big."
"You're so tight," Ethan whispered, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed in further, watching as her face contorted with pleasure.
"Take it all, baby," she encouraged, her hand reaching back to cup his ass, urging him deeper.
He began to thrust, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. Mrs. Willow's tits bounced with each movement, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Harder," she begged, "Fuck me harder."
Ethan complied, his hips slamming into hers, his cock driving into her with a ferocity that surprised them both. She met each thrust with her own, her pussy clenching around him, eager for more.
"Your pussy feels amazing," he grunted, his hands moving to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.
"Your cock," she panted, "It's perfect."
Their bodies moved in a frenzy of passion, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Mrs. Willow's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers finding her clit. She began to rub it in circles, her orgasm building.
"I'm gonna cum," she moaned, her body taut as a bowstring.
"Me too," Ethan growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
With a final, desperate push, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his cock pulsing as he came. Mrs. Willow's orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clamping down on him, milking him for every drop.
They lay there, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. The room was quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing. The sun had set outside, casting the room in a soft, warm glow.
"Mom," Ethan whispered, his voice filled with wonder, "That was..."
"A mistake," she said, the reality of what they had done finally sinking in.
"No," he said, his voice firm, "It was perfect."
Mrs. Willow looked into his eyes, searching for the truth. "Was it?"
He leaned in, his lips capturing hers again. "It was everything," he said, his voice filled with conviction.
Mrs. Willow felt a warmth spread through her, and she knew she couldn't deny it. "I want it to be perfect every time," she murmured, her hand still wrapped around his softening cock.
Ethan grinned, his eyes alight with mischief. "I'll make sure of it," he promised, kissing her neck.
They lay there for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of their union. But the quiet was shattered by the sound of a key in the lock downstairs.
"Shit," Mrs. Willow gasped, her eyes flying open, "Your father's home."