Your mother enters the living room where you’re seated on the couch and immediately rushes to you. “Oh, thank god you’re home!” she says, as she climbs onto the couch, straddling you. You start to freak out – what does she think she’s doing?! – but before you can really protest, she’s got her hands against your cock, and despite your best efforts, you are hardening against her efforts. You try to tell her to stop but a big, throbbing part of you doesn’t want her to stop, particularly as she explains that she’s terribly horny as the result of some weird concoction she bought at a sex shop, and if she doesn’t get off, and do it now, she’s afraid she’ll cheat on your father!
“See,” she says, “it’s not cheating if I fuck you! And come on, baby, I can tell you want this,” she smiles as she coaxes you into taking your cock out, convincing you to let her touch it, stroke it, rub it against her wet pussy…slide it inside herself…she’s moaning and riding your cock, begging you for a hot load of cum, confessing how much fucking her own son is turning her on…and you admit, seeing your own mother lost in passion, unbridled, her gorgeous tits on display, is something you’d never dreamed would happen, even if you had always noticed the way her breasts looked in tight outfits, or the way her body felt against you when she hugged you, or…oh fuck it, what use is it to pretend?! Your deep, dark desire to fuck your mother is finally cumming true.
