"Beg for it," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I need your cock," she murmured, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, fuck me."
Ethan leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the length of her slit. She jolted at the contact, her body responding with a gush of wetness. "Mmh," she moaned, her hips bucking upward.
"Your pussy tastes so sweet," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper.
"Ahh," she gasped, her hand reaching up to grab his head, urging him closer. "Don't stop."
He didn't, his mouth and tongue working in a symphony of pleasure, her juices coating his face. Mrs. Willow's hands found her breasts, her fingers pinching her own nipples as Ethan's tongue danced around her clit.
"Ethan," she moaned, her voice strained, "I'm going to cum."
He didn't relent, his tongue flicking and circling as she reached the brink. With a sharp cry, she came, her pussy clenching around his tongue.
Ethan sat back, licking his lips. "See how good it feels?" he said, his voice smug.
Mrs. Willow nodded, her breath coming in pants. "Yes," she murmured, "But I need more."
He leaned over her, his cock nudging at her entrance. "You're going to get it," he promised, his eyes dark with desire.
"Fuck me," she demanded, her hand reaching down to grip his cock. "Make me scream your name."
Ethan smirked, his eyes glinting with excitement. He leaned over her, his cock poised at her entrance. "You want it all, don't you?"
Mrs. Willow nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "Give it to me," she whimpered.
But instead of pushing in, he began to tease her, his cock sliding along her wet slit, but not quite penetrating. "Ahh, you're so eager," he taunted, his voice a low rumble.
"Ethan," she groaned, her hips rising to meet him, "Please."
"Tell me how much you want it," he demanded, his cockhead pressing against her swollen clit.
"I want your cock," she hissed, "Inside me."
"Where, Mom?" he asked, his tone mocking.
"My pussy," she gasped, "Fuck my pussy."
"Is that where you want me?" He slid his cock down to her asshole, the tip circling the tight ring.
"No, no," she moaned, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, "Your cock in my pussy."
Ethan chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her neck, his grip firm. "Beg for it," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.
"Please," she panted, "Please, Ethan, fuck me."
He leaned down, his cock hovering just outside her, the heat of it making her wetter. "How badly do you want it?"
"More than anything," she admitted, her voice desperate. "I need it."
He moved his cock back up, the tip pressing against her pussy again. "How badly?"
"I'll do anything," she moaned, "Just fuck me."
"Tell me," he demanded, his eyes boring into hers.
"I'll do anything," she repeated, her voice breaking, "I'll be yours."
Ethan's eyes gleamed, and with one swift movement, he pushed into her, filling her completely. Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head, a strangled cry escaping her lips. "Ahh, fuck," she gasped, her body stretching around his cock.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his hips already moving in a steady, powerful rhythm.
"Yes," she moaned, "So much."
He began to fuck her in earnest, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy with ease. "Say it," he demanded, his voice strained, "Say I'm the best you've ever had."
"Ethan," she whimpered, "You're so much more than I ever imagined."
He didn't let up, his strokes growing faster, deeper. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure in her belly tightening. "I'm going to cum," she warned, her voice shaky.
"Not yet," he said, his hand moving to her throat, his grip gentle but firm. "I'm not done with you."
Mrs. Willow's eyes widened, the combination of fear and arousal making her pussy clench around him. "Please," she begged, "I need it."
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Greedy bitch," he murmured, his hand tightening slightly.
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she bucked her hips up to meet his, her nails digging into his back. "Harder," she pleaded, "Fuck me harder."
Ethan obliged, his cock slamming into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room. She could feel every inch of him, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Ahh," she cried, her voice a desperate symphony of need.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, their teeth clashing as they both chased their releases. His hand moved from her neck to her breast, squeezing and pulling at the nipple. "You're mine," he murmured against her lips, his hips never stopping.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice a breathless hiss. "Always."
Ethan's grip on her butt tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh as he began to pound into her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, punctuated by their moans and gasps.
"Fuck, Mom," he grunted, his hips moving in a blur, "You feel so good."
Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back, her head lolling on the pillow. "Ahh, Ethan," she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper.
"Your pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "It's mine."
"Yours," she agreed, her voice a desperate whine. "Only yours."
Their conversation was a series of one-word exchanges, their bodies speaking the language of lust that needed no translation. Each thrust sent her higher, her cries growing louder.
"Faster," she begged, her nails raking down his back.
"Like this?" he asked, his cock slamming into her with a brutal intensity that made her toes curl.
"Ahh, yes," she gasped, her pussy clenching around him.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as his thrusts. Their tongues danced, a mirror of the passionate rhythm their hips had set. "Cum for me," he whispered, his voice a dark promise.
"I'm...I'm...going to," she panted, her body tightening around his cock.
"Not yet," he warned, his own need evident in his strained voice. "I want to feel you milk me dry."
Her pussy spasmed around him, desperately trying to push him over the edge. "Ahh, Ethan," she moaned, "I'm so close."
"Hold it," he grunted, his hips pistoning into her, his cock a steel rod that she couldn't get enough of. "I want us to cum together."
Mrs. Willow's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched. "Okay," she whimpered, her orgasm hovering just out of reach. Ethan's cock was like a piston in her pussy, relentless in its pursuit of their shared pleasure. She could feel her muscles tightening around him, her body desperately trying to milk every drop of cum from his thick shaft.
"Look at me," he growled, his hand leaving her neck to grip her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at me while you cum."
Mrs. Willow's eyes snapped open, and she stared into her son's eyes, her own filled with a mix of love, lust, and fear. "I'm...I'm going to," she panted, her voice a desperate plea.
"Not yet," he murmured, his strokes slowing to a delicious agony. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."
"Ethan, please," she begged, her pussy contracting around his cock, begging for release.
He leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers. "I want to feel you come apart around me," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. "When I let you, it's going to be the most intense orgasm of your life."