The den part 2

I stood at the kitchen sink, mechanically washing the breakfast dishes as my mind wandered back to the night before. Shame and guilt washed over me, mingling with a traitorous heat between my thighs at the memory of Alex's hard body pressing against mine, his cock plunging into my depths as he took his pleasure from my limp, unresisting form.

How could I have allowed my own son to do such things to me? The very thought made my stomach twist with revulsion. And yet...a dark, hidden part of me couldn't help but thrill to the forbidden memory. My body had responded to his touch, my cunt clenching hungrily around his throbbing shaft as he pounded into me. I was horrified by how much I had secretly enjoyed it.

Lost in my depraved thoughts, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hard presence press up behind me, pinning me against the kitchen counter. My eyes flew open to see Alex standing there, a smug, knowing smirk on his face.

"Morning, Mom," he purred, reaching around to roughly grope my breast through the thin cotton of my dress. "I hope you slept well after our little...encounter last night."

I remained mute, frozen in shock and disbelief that he was doing this again. His other hand snaked up my skirt, shoving my panties aside to probe at my slick entrance. I gasped as a finger pushed inside, pumping in and out.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me," he growled. "You dirty slut - you want your son's cock again, don't you?"

I shook my head vehemently in protest, but my body betrayed me, hips bucking forward to meet his probing fingers. Alex just chuckled darkly, continuing to stroke and tease my sensitive folds.

Deciding to take things further, he spun me around and lifted me effortlessly onto the kitchen table. With a firm tug, he pulled my dress up and over my head, leaving me naked and exposed. I whimpered in humiliation and fear, crossing my arms over my chest to shield my bare breasts.

Alex simply smirked at my feeble attempts to preserve my modesty. "Don't worry Mom, I like you this way - all spread out for me like a little fuck toy."

He shed his own clothes with lightning speed and wasted no time in mounting me, pinning my wrists above my head as he notched his swollen cock head against my entrance.

"You should have seen your face last night, Mom," he taunted as he began to thrust. "Wide-eyed and innocent as your own son plowed your cunt. Admit it - you loved every second of it."

I bit my lip hard to keep from moaning as he stretched me open, my clenching walls greedily milking his pistoning cock. He set a brutal pace, hammering into me with unrestrained savagery. The obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the kitchen.

"Fuck, you're such a good little cock sleeve," he panted, sweat beading on his brow as he rut into me. "I'm going to fucking ruin you for any other man."

With each thrust, I could feel him plunging impossibly deep, his heavy balls slapping against my ass. I trembled and gasped as a fierce orgasm built, my pussy fluttering and clenching around his driving shaft.

"Yeah, that's it, take it," he snarled. "Your cunt was made for this - getting stretched and pounded by your son's cock."

My vision swam as ecstasy crashed over me, waves of searing pleasure rolling through my quivering body. I heard myself crying out, "Yes, yes, oh God!" as I came apart in his arms.

Alex followed me over the edge moments later with a guttural shout, pumping me full of his scalding release. He collapsed against me, pinning me under his weight as we both gasped for breath.

"You're mine now, Mom," he growled possessively as he nuzzled into my neck. "My own personal cum dump to use whenever I want."

I couldn't even bring myself to protest as he softened inside me. In that moment, I knew he was right - that I was powerless to resist his domination over my body and soul. I was his fuck toy, his mother whore, and I knew there would be no escape from the twisted desires