u/Hung_DaddyUk

Same guy for earlier with his mom finally got her to talk to people after she wasn’t listening(ps I put her in her place)

We are looking to give tips trade photos and story’s no bulls my bull is my son

The house was dead quiet that evening, just the low buzz of the AC and the TV murmuring in the background. I was 19, home from college, when Mom came in from the kitchen looking beat. Blonde hair tied back loose, that striped tank top stretched tight over her tits and soft middle, navy shorts hugging her thick ass and thighs. She was rubbing her lower back, groaning.
“God, my whole body aches,” she said.
“I got you,” I told her. “Lie down on the couch. I’ll massage you.”
She gave me a tired look but flopped face-down without arguing. I straddled her thighs and started on her shoulders, working my thumbs into the knots through her thin top. She sighed heavy, relaxing a little. I moved lower, down her back, then to her waist. My hands slid under the hem of her tank, skin on skin. She didn’t stop me.
As I worked her lower back, my cock was already rock hard, pressed against her ass through my shorts. She shifted her leg and froze.
“…Is that what I think it is?” she muttered, voice low.
I didn’t answer, just kept rubbing, bolder now, letting my hands glide over the curve of her ass cheeks. She was breathing heavier. I squeezed one cheek, then the other, thumbs digging into the flesh. She didn’t pull away.
“Fuck… honey,” she whispered.
I hooked my fingers in her shorts and panties and tugged them down just enough. She lifted her hips a little to help. My heart was hammering as I pulled my own shorts down, rubbed my cock along her warm, wet slit. She was soaked.
I pushed the head in slow. She gasped.
“Yes,” she said, clear and quiet. “Do it.”
I sank all the way in, raw and bare. She was tight, hot, gripping me. I started thrusting, slow at first then harder, the couch creaking under us. Her ass jiggled every time I slammed in. She pushed back against me, moaning into the cushion.
We fucked like that for a while—raw, sweaty, no talking except her occasional “harder” and my grunts. I came deep inside her, holding her hips tight while she shuddered.
A couple weeks later she came into my room in the morning, looking pale.
“I missed my period,” she said softly, eyes locked on mine.
I just nodded, cock already twitching again.