Wicked Hormones Fan SPINOFF
I’ve taken the liberty of writing this homage to the story "Wicked Hormones" by RTR9209, published on Literotica. If you haven’t read the original, I strongly recommend not reading this narrative and instead diving into the full story, which is still in development.
Link to the original series: https://www.literotica.com/series/se/153269397
I’m just starting to write stories myself so I wanted to give it a try writing a spinoff to this story. So keep an eye out for my future. Cheers!
Wicked Hormones FAN SPIN-OFF:
The morning sun streamed through the kitchen’s open curtains, bathing the breakfast table in a warm glow. Karen and Robert sat together, their laughter weaving through the clink of coffee mugs and the soft scrape of butter knives, a rare moment of marital joy. Karen’s tight black leggings clung to her round, firm ass, accentuating every curve, while her low-cut blouse hinted at cleavage, her black bra and matching thong beneath unnoticed in her contentment. Robert, free from his usual phone distraction, shared a grin with her, their banter light and affectionate.
Jacob strolled into the kitchen, backpack slung over one shoulder. “Morning,” he said, snagging a piece of toast. “What’s got you two laughing?” His tone was easy, his glance at Karen brief, blending into the family warmth.
Robert chuckled, leaning back. “Just planning a little trip, just the two of us,” he said, winking at Karen. “A romantic getaway, you know?”
Karen’s eyes sparkled as she sipped her coffee. “Yeah, honey,” she teased Jacob. “We might leave you on your own for a few days, have a private-romantic trip with your dad.” Her voice carried no weight of their past, only the joy of the moment.
Jacob raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Okay, TMI, Mom” he said, faking exasperation. Karen and Robert laughed, the sound filling the kitchen with ease. Jacob joined them at the table, the three slipping into a comfortable rhythm, the conversation flowing freely, untainted by their hidden history. For now, they were simply a family sharing breakfast in the morning light.
Robert checked his watch, finishing his coffee. “Busy day, hon?” Karen asked, sliding the butter dish toward him, her smile lingering.
“Yeah, meetings till late. Don’t wait up,” Robert replied, distracted now. He grabbed his briefcase, pecked Karen’s cheek, and chuckled, “Be good, you two,” oblivious to the undercurrent his words carried. The door clicked shut, leaving Karen and Jacob alone, the air shifting subtly.
Jacob leaned back in his chair, eyes tracing Karen’s form as she rose to clear the dishes, her leggings stretching with each sway of her hips. “It’s still pretty early for school, Mom,” he said, his voice low, carrying a suggestive undertone.
Karen paused, clutching a plate, the warmth of breakfast fading as their illicit past crept in. “You should’ve slept in a bit longer, honey,” she said lightly, focusing on the dishes to steady herself.
“Tried, but I couldn’t,” Jacob replied, his gaze locked on her ass, the tight fabric wedged slightly between her cheeks. “You look great today, Mom.”
Jacob pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. “Since it’s early… Remember that camera you got me for my high grades? For that photography session we talked about? I was thinking we could take some photos now.” His eyes glinted, the promise of a photography project now a weight Karen regretted.
Karen paused, water dripping from the sponge. “I said I’d think about that photography session, honey. I never confirmed it,” she said, her tone cautious but amused by the idea.
“Please, Mom,” Jacob urged, his voice earnest. “I got the best grades in my class. If not now, when? It’s just a few photos.”
Karen considered, then softened. “Pictures? In the kitchen?” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice, the notion of a photoshoot among dishes seeming odd. “That’s a strange place for it, honey, but okay, just keep it quick.” Her cheeks warmed as she resumed washing a glass, the sponge circling slowly, her focus on the task calming her.
Jacob grinned, raising his phone. “The camera’s in my room, but the phone’s fine for practice,” he said, snapping shots as Karen stood at the sink, her back to him, her leggings highlighting her curves, her blouse revealing a hint of cleavage. “Your ass looks gorgeous in those leggings, Mom,” he said, his voice warm with admiration.
Karen turned her head slightly, her tone sharp. “Jacob, don’t use that language. It’s not appropriate,” she said, her maternal instincts kicking in.
“Sorry, Mom,” Jacob said, his apology half-hearted, continuing to snap photos as she worked, her back still turned.
“Turn around for some front shots?” Jacob asked, his voice encouraging. Karen pivoted, offering a small smile, her full breasts pressing against her blouse, the deep cleavage prominent. Jacob’s eyes lit up. “Mom, I know you’ll scold me, but your tits look gorgeous,” he said, clicking away.
Karen’s smile faded, her eyes narrowing. “Jacob, I told you to stop using that language,” she said firmly, her authority clear. They took a few more photos, Karen posing with the sponge, her movements tentative but compliant.
“Keep washing, maybe you could take off the blouse?” Jacob suggested, his tone light and coaxing, the camera clicking. Karen paused, her expression tightening. “Honey, really? The neighbors could see through the window…” she said, her voice edged with concern.
“Don’t worry, Mom, it’ll be quick,” Jacob reassured, his tone soothing. Karen set the sponge down, hesitated, then pulled the blouse over her head, revealing her black bra, her full breasts straining against the lace. She resumed washing a fork, suds dripping onto her midriff, her posture easing. “That’s it, Mom, you’re gorgeous,” Jacob said, circling her, snapping shots, his voice warm. Karen gave a faint smile, posing with the sponge, her bra-clad breasts bouncing slightly, her confidence growing under his praise.
“Do a few poses, maybe turn to the side?” Jacob suggested, his tone encouraging. Karen turned slightly, lifting the sponge to a plate, her leggings accentuating her ass. Jacob’s camera clicked, his soft “That angle’s perfect, Mom” boosting her confidence. She leaned forward, rinsing a glass, her breasts swaying, the domestic setting at odds with the charged atmosphere.
“Could you slide one bra strap off, maybe?” Jacob asked, his voice gentle, easing her forward. Karen paused, her hesitation clear. “Honey, this is a bit much,” she said cautiously, her hands lingering on the sponge. Jacob’s encouraging nod nudged her, and she slid one strap off her shoulder, the lace dipping to reveal more of her breasts. Jacob snapped shots, his voice soft. “That looks amazing, Mom.” Karen resumed washing a glass, her movements less certain, her breasts bouncing gently.
“Maybe the other strap, too?” Jacob suggested, the camera clicking. Karen hesitated but slid the second strap off, the bra barely clinging to her chest, her breasts nearly exposed but still covering her nipples. Jacob captured the moment, his voice warm. “You’re looking incredible, Mom.” Karen scrubbed a plate, suds trailing down her chest.
“How about unhooking the bra, letting it slide down a bit?” Jacob asked, his tone coaxing. Karen’s hands shook, her reluctance surfacing. “Jacob, i dont’ know...” she said, her voice unsteady, clutching the bra. “Neighbors could see us.” Jacob’s calm “It’s just for the photos, Mom, nobody is looking” persuaded her. She unhooked the bra, letting it slip down to expose the tops of her breasts, her nipples still just covered. Jacob circled her, snapping shots. “You’re incredible, Mom,” he said warmly. Karen rinsed a fork, suds sliding over her skin, her unease lingering.
“Maybe let the bra fall off completely?” Jacob suggested, his voice soft but firm. Karen’s breath hitched, her reluctance sharp. “Jacob, no, that’s too much,” she said firmly, clutching the bra. “What if your dad finds this photos?” Jacob’s soothing “He won’t, Mom, trust me” wore her down. She let the bra drop to the counter, her full breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the cool air. She covered them instinctively, her cheeks burning. “Jacob, this is risky, the neighbors…” she said, glancing at the open blinds, now aware of potential neighbors’ eyes.
“You’re doing great,” Jacob said, snapping shots. “Keep washing, maybe keep your arms down?” Karen paused, then picked up the sponge, scrubbing a plate, her breasts swaying with each motion. “You’re so beautiful, Mom,” Jacob said, his camera capturing her vulnerability. She moved to a glass, suds gliding down her chest.
“How about using the sponge on yourself, maybe over your chest?” Jacob suggested, his voice gentle. Karen hesitated, her concern spiking. Jacob’s nod pushed her again, and she dragged the sponge across her breasts, suds trailing over her nipples, the sensation stirring her. “That looks amazing, Mom, these photos are incredible” Jacob said, his camera clicking, Karen too caught up to protest further.
“Could you pull your leggings down a bit?” Jacob asked, his tone soft but firm. Karen’s hesitation flared. “Jacob, I’m not getting naked in the kitchen” she said, her voice unsteady. “We should go to your room, honey.” Her eyes flicked to the open blinds, her concern about neighbors seeing growing.
“The kitchen’s perfect for these shots, Mom,” Jacob replied, his voice calm. “The light, the setting—it’s what makes it work. Just a little lower.” His words persuaded her, and with hesitant hands, she tugged the leggings down slightly, revealing the tops of her buttocks and the black thong. Jacob snapped shots, his voice warm. “A little lower, maybe?” he suggested. Karen pulled the leggings to her thighs, fully exposing her ass, the thong’s strip wedged deep between her cheeks. “Your ass is absolutely gorgeous, Mom,” Jacob said, snapping more shots.
Karen’s eyes widened at his language. “Jacob, that’s enough,” she said firmly. “I’ve warned you about that language. If you keep using it, we’re stopping this photo session.” Jacob smirked, unapologetic. “Sorry, Mom, but it’s true,” he said, continuing to shoot.
“How about getting on all fours, like you’re scrubbing the floor?” Jacob suggested, his tone coaxing. Karen hesitated, her reluctance clear, but lowered herself to the kitchen floor, her hands and knees on the cool tiles, her ass raised, the leggings bunched at her knees, the thong barely covering her pussy. Jacob circled her, snapping photos, capturing her breasts hanging, her ass prominent, the thong sinking between her cheeks. “That looks incredible, Mom,” he said, his voice warm, the camera relentless.
Karen scrubbed the floor, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, the leggings restricting her legs. Jacob moved behind her, snapping close-ups of her ass, the thong accentuating her curves, her skin glistening faintly with sweat. “This is perfect, Mom,” he said softly, capturing her trembling form. He zoomed in, the lens highlighting the thong’s taut fabric, hinting at her pussy and asshole beneath.
“Maybe spread your cheeks with both hands?” Jacob asked, his tone gentle. Karen’s reluctance spiked. “Jacob, no, that’s too much,” she said, her voice sharp, glancing back. “This is humiliating.” Jacob’s calm “It’s artistic, Mom, it’s for the project” persuaded her, and she reached back, spreading her ass cheeks, the thong revealing her asshole’s tight pucker, her pussy barely covered. Jacob’s camera captured the explicit view.
He stepped closer, gripping one cheek, then delivered a sharp spank, the sound echoing. Karen yelped, lurching forward, her hands still parting her asscheeks. “Jacob, no! That’s too hard!” she cried, rubbing her stinging ass, the red imprint vivid. “You can’t leave marks!” Jacob snapped a photo of the mark, smirking. “Sorry, Mom, but your ass looks even hotter with my handprint,” he said, squeezing her cheek firmly.
Karen’s eyes flashed with frustration. “Jacob, I told you no spankings! You’re leaving marks!” she snapped, her voice urgent, her concern about discovery sharp. Jacob raised his hands, mock-apologetic. “Alright, Mom, my bad,” he said, his tone insincere. “But that mark looks incredible.” He snapped another shot, capturing the faint red glow.
“Ok now grab the thong’s strip and pull it to the side” Jacob suggested, his voice soft. Karen hesitated, her reluctance clear. “Jacob, you better keep these photos safe,” she said urgently, glancing at the camera. “If anyone sees them, we’re done.” Jacob’s assurance, “Don’t worry, Mom, they’re just for me,” pushed her, and she pulled the thong’s strip aside, exposing her pussy and asshole, the tight pink pucker and slick folds catching the light. Jacob snapped shots, his voice warm. “That’s perfect, Mom.” Karen held the pose, her body tense under his gaze.
“Could you spread your cheeks again, with the thong pulled aside?” Jacob asked. Karen complied, her hands shaking, fully exposing her pussy and asshole, the camera capturing every detail—her glistening folds, her tight pucker, her breasts hanging. Jacob’s murmurs of “So beautiful” filled the air, Karen’s concern about neighbors battling her growing arousal.
“How about trying a finger in your ass, just a little?” Jacob asked, his voice cautious. Karen straightened slightly, her reluctance sharp. “Jacob, no, absolutely not,” she said firmly. “That part of my body is off-limits. It’s never happening.” Her eyes met the camera with defiance, her pussy and asshole still exposed.
“C’mon, Mom, just one knuckle?” Jacob coaxed, the camera rolling. “It’ll look great.” Karen shook her head, resolute. “No, Jacob, I’m serious. Not there,” she said, her boundary firm. She stayed on all fours, the thong pulled aside, her gaze locked on the camera.
Jacob relented. “Alright, Mom,” he said, resuming his shots, capturing her exposed form. Karen’s body tensed, her concern about exposure lingering, but she held the pose, her arousal growing.
“Maybe stand up now?” Jacob suggested. Karen rose, adjusting the thong back into place, covering her pussy and asshole. She stepped out of the leggings, leaving them on the floor, standing in just the thong, her breasts bare. Jacob circled her, snapping shots. “You’re absolutely stunning, Mom,” he said warmly. Karen didn’t protest, her confidence buoyed by his praise.
“Could you turn around, maybe bend over?” Jacob asked. Karen complied, her ass raised, the thong sinking between her cheeks. “God, that’s perfect,” Jacob murmured, snapping photos. “Maybe spread your cheeks again?” Karen hesitated, her reluctance flickering. “Jacob, this is humiliating,” she said quietly, glancing back. But she spread her ass cheeks, the thong revealing her asshole’s pucker. Jacob’s camera clicked, capturing the view.
“How about looking at the camera, doing it again?” Jacob suggested. Karen turned her head, bending forward, spreading her cheeks, her pussy and asshole exposed, the thong barely covering anything. Jacob’s camera captured it all, his voice soft. “You’re incredible, Mom.”
He stepped closer, gripping one cheek, then delivered a light spank, the sound sharp. Karen yelped, straightening. “Jacob, I told you, no marks!” she cried, rubbing her ass, the faint red imprint visible. Jacob snapped a photo, smirking. “Sorry, Mom, your ass is just incredible” he said playfully.
Karen stepped back from the sink, her naked body tense. “That’s enough, Jacob,” she said firmly, her maternal authority cutting through. “No more photos. This is over.” She crossed her arms over her breasts.
Jacob lowered the phone, his expression shifting to mock concern. “Sorry, Mom,” he said, his voice softer, feigning regret. “I didn’t mean to push it.”
Karen, standing in just her thong, her breasts bare, crossed her arms tighter, her eyes narrowing. “Jacob, it’s not just about saying sorry,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with worry. “We have to be careful. If these marks raise suspicions with your father, how do I explain them?” Her gaze flicked to the window, her concern about neighbors mingling with fear of Robert’s discovery.
Jacob’s face softened, his tone more genuine. “You’re right, Mom, I didn’t think about that. I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes meeting hers, a hint of sincerity breaking through his usual bravado.
Karen’s expression eased, a small smile tugging at her lips. “It’s okay, honey,” she said gently. “But no more photos today. We’re done with that.” Her tone was final, her maternal authority grounding her.
Jacob nodded, then shifted, his hand adjusting himself in his shorts, his expression pleading. “Okay, Mom, but… my penis is really hurting right now,” he said, his voice low, pressing his hand against the bulge, emphasizing his erection.
Karen’s eyes flicked to his shorts, noting the clear outline of his hard cock, her breath catching slightly, her body stirring despite her resolve. “Umm, honey, really? Now?” she said, her voice hesitant, glancing at the clock. “You have to get to school, and I’ve got house chores…”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Jacob said, his tone earnest, his hand still on his bulge. “I really can’t control it.”
Karen sighed, her resolve softening. “Okay, honey, no problem,” she said, her voice cautious but resigned. “But I’ll only use my hands and mouth.” She stepped closer, her thong-clad body vulnerable, her concern about neighbors lingering but overshadowed by his need.
Karen knelt before him, her breasts swaying, and pulled his shorts down, his throbbing cock springing free. Her hands wrapped around it, stroking slowly, her fingers tracing the veins, her thumb brushing the head, pre-cum slicking her touch. She cupped his balls gently, her rhythm teasing, drawing out his pleasure. Jacob groaned, his hips shifting, his phone now in hand, secretly switched to video mode, filming from his POV, Karen unaware. “That’s it, Mom,” he murmured, his voice heavy with pleasure. “Your hands feel amazing.”
Karen’s strokes grew firmer, her fingers sliding and twisting, her thumbs teasing the underside. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his cock, one hand stroking the base, the other circling the head, prolonging his pleasure. “God, Mom, keep going,” Jacob said, the camera capturing her—her breasts bouncing, her thong-clad ass swaying, her focus on his cock. She varied her pace, her fingers slick with pre-cum, her touch skilled, her concern about the open window fading under his groans.
“Take it in your mouth?” Jacob suggested, his voice coaxing. Karen leaned forward, her lips parting, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked slowly. She started shallow, teasing the tip, then took him deeper, her throat relaxing as she bobbed, her hands stroking the base. Jacob’s groans deepened, the wet, slurping sounds of her mouth mixing with the sink’s faint drip. Saliva coated his cock, dripping down her chin, her lips glistening, her breasts swaying with each motion.
She pulled back, her tongue tracing the underside, kissing along the shaft, her hands stroking and squeezing his balls. She sucked again, deeper, her throat constricting, the sloppy sounds growing louder, saliva pooling at her mouth’s corners. “Suck it harder, Mom,” Jacob urged, his groans echoing in the kitchen. Karen tightened her lips, her tongue swirling faster, her breasts bouncing, the thong sinking deeper between her cheeks.
Jacob pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, gripping it with one hand while filming with the other, and began rubbing it against her face, smearing pre-cum across her cheeks and lips. Karen pulled back, her voice sharp. “Jacob, stop! That’s too far,” she said, wiping her face, her eyes flashing with frustration. “Not even your dad gets to do that!”
Jacob’s expression softened, mock-apologetic. “Sorry, Mom, I got carried away,” he said, guiding his cock back to her lips. Karen hesitated, her eyes glistening, but resumed sucking slowly, her tongue swirling, saliva dripping down her chin. Jacob’s groans intensified, and he murmured, “I can’t believe Dad’s out there working, and I’ve got my cock in your mouth. Poor bastard.”
Karen’s eyes widened, guilt crashing over her for betraying Robert, her husband. She pulled back, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. “Don’t talk about your father like that, Jacob,” she snapped, her voice trembling with anger and shame. “This is between us. Leave him out of it” Her guilt clashed with her arousal, the open blinds heightening her concern about being seen.
“Sorry, Mom, it just feels too good,” Jacob said, his tone insincere, guiding his cock back to her lips. “Keep sucking my dick, Mom.” Karen’s eyes flashed. “Jacob, stop using that language,” she said firmly. “It’s not right.” Her lips closed around him again, her movements slow, her tongue swirling, the wet slurping sounds filling the air, saliva dripping, her breasts bouncing, her ass swaying in the thong.
Jacob’s groans grew louder, his hips shifting as Karen’s mouth worked him, the sloppy sounds of her sucking echoing in the kitchen, saliva stringing from her lips to his cock. His hand tangled in her hair, his grip tightening as she bobbed up and down, her lips sliding along his shaft, saliva dripping onto her chest. Without warning, he pushed her head down, forcing his cock deep into her throat, the head pressing against the back, making her gag slightly. Karen’s hands braced against his thighs, her eyes widening as she tried to pull back, her muffled protests vibrating against his cock, her breathing ragged through her nose. “That’s it, Mom, just a little more,” Jacob groaned, his voice thick with lust, pressing harder, his cock buried in her throat, the camera capturing her struggling expression, her lips stretched wide, saliva dribbling down her chin.
Karen’s hands pushed against him, her body tensing as she fought to free herself, her breaths sharp and desperate through her nose, her throat constricting around him. Jacob held her there, his grip firm, his groans louder. “Fuck, Mom, take it all,” he said, his voice commanding, pushing even deeper, her nose brushing his pelvis. Karen’s eyes watered, her muffled gasps growing frantic, her hands clawing at his thighs, but she couldn’t break free, her throat full, her body trembling with arousal and panic.
Finally, Jacob released her, his hand loosening, and Karen pulled back with a wet gasp, coughing slightly, saliva stringing from her lips to his cock, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. “Ahh, amazing,” Jacob murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, the camera still rolling. Karen, still kneeling before him, her face flushed and slick with saliva, her breasts heaving, glared up at him. “Jacob, that was humiliating,” she said, her voice hoarse with frustration. “You can’t treat me like that.”
Jacob’s tone was insincere. “Sorry, Mom, I got carried away,” he said, guiding his cock back to her lips. “Just keep going, you’re amazing.” Karen resumed sucking slowly despite the humiliation, her tongue swirling tentatively, the wet sounds softer, saliva dripping, her breasts swaying.
After a few more moments of her sucking, the wet sounds echoing, Jacob’s groans growing louder, he pulled his cock from her mouth with a wet pop. He set his phone on the kitchen table, the camera angled toward them, recording silently, Karen unaware. He stood, towering over her as she knelt, saliva glistening on her chin and chest. “Stand up, Mom,” he said firmly, pulling her to her feet. Karen rose, her legs unsteady, her breasts swaying.
They stood face-to-face, Jacob’s eyes locked on hers. He slid his index and middle fingers over the thong’s fabric, rubbing her pussy slowly, the dampness seeping through. With his other hand, he guided Karen’s hand to his cock, urging her to stroke him. His lips found hers, the kiss deep and intimate, their tongues intertwining. Karen let out a soft moan, her body responding, her hand stroking his cock, her pussy pulsing under his fingers. The intensity grew, but she pulled back slightly, her voice erratic with arousal. “Jacob, we shouldn’t… helping with your erection is one thing, but kissing… this feels too intimate,” she stammered, her breath uneven from his touch.
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Jacob murmured, his voice soothing. “I want to make you feel good too.” He kissed her again, his fingers continuing their slow rub over the thong, Karen’s hand stroking him, her moans soft but growing.
They stood there, locked in the moment, kissing deeply, Jacob’s fingers teasing her pussy through the damp fabric, Karen’s hand working his cock. After a while, Jacob pulled back, his fingers glistening. “Your thong’s soaked, Mom,” he said, holding up his wet fingers, his voice heavy with desire. He sat back in the chair, turning Karen gently so her back faced him, her round ass at eye level, her gaze fixed on the kitchen window. The scene felt charged, intimate, their connection raw.
Jacob’s hands gripped her ass, kneading the firm flesh, making it bounce, squeezing tightly. He leaned in, pressing slow, deliberate kisses across her asscheeks, savoring every inch. His lips lingered, then he gave a playful bite, leaving a faint mark. Karen gasped, turning her head. “Jacob, no marks!” she scolded, her voice sharp. “I told you, no biting or spanking!”
Jacob smirked, unapologetic. “Sorry, Mom, I love your ass—it’s gorgeous,” he said, kissing the mark softly. His fingers returned to her pussy, rubbing over the thong’s fabric, the dampness soaking through as Karen’s moans grew louder, her body swaying slightly. He continued, his touch relentless, her arousal building, the scene stretching on as he teased her, her breaths quickening.
Finally, Jacob hooked his fingers into the thong’s waistband, slowly pulling it down her thighs, the fabric peeling away from her slick pussy. “Jacob, please, we can’t—the neighbors…” Karen stammered, her voice trembling with arousal, trailing off as her body betrayed her, her thighs quivering as the thong fell to the floor. Jacob’s fingers slid over her bare pussy, now in direct contact, the slickness coating his touch. “Your pussy’s so wet, Mom,” he said, his voice heavy with desire, the camera capturing her naked form, her glistening folds catching the light.
Jacob remained seated, Karen standing with her back to him, her ass at his eye level. He gripped her hips, turning her slightly, her gaze still on the window, the intimacy of the moment palpable. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy lips, sliding it back and forth, savoring the sensation. “I love this view, Mom,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Karen responded with a soft moan, her body quivering, her arousal overriding her hesitation.
Slowly, he guided her backward, positioning her over his throbbing cock. He lowered her gently, his cock sliding into her slick pussy, filling her completely. Karen gasped, her body shuddering with pleasure, the act deeply intimate, Jacob’s dominance absolute, a wave of guilt over betraying Robert hitting her. The kitchen filled with the rhythmic sound of her ass meeting his thighs as she rode him reverse-cowgirl, her movements slow, then faster, her pussy clenching around him. Jacob’s hands roamed, gripping her breasts, pinching her nipples, then sliding to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. Their breathing synced, heavy and ragged, the intimacy overwhelming, his control palpable as he teased her, drawing soft moans. “Oh, honey”, Karen gasped, her hips grinding, the wet sounds of their coupling mixing with Jacob’s groans and the chair’s faint creak, her guilt lingering.
“Go faster, Mom,” Jacob urged, his fingers pressing harder on her clit. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” Karen’s moans deepened, her ass slapping harder against him, the sound echoing. Jacob’s hand left her breast, still rubbing her clit, and gripped her hair, turning her head. He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing, the intimacy intensifying as she impaled herself on his cock, her body quivering under his touch.
They continued, Jacob alternating between squeezing her breasts, kissing her, and rubbing her clit, his fingers slick with her arousal. “I can’t believe Dad’s out there working while I’m fucking you like this,” he murmured against her lips, his tone cruel, mocking Robert. Karen didn’t respond, her guilt drowned by arousal, her hips moving faster, her moans desperate. “Honey, oh God,” she whimpered, her pussy tightening, the intimacy of his dominance—his hands, lips, cock—pushing her closer to the edge.
Karen’s moans crescendoed, her body shuddering as she climaxed, gasping, “Jacob!” Her pussy pulsed around him, her ass pressed hard against his thighs, the wet sounds slowing as she trembled through her orgasm, her breasts heaving, her clit throbbing, the intimacy overwhelming, her guilt over Robert sharp. Jacob groaned, triumphant. “If Dad knew you were moaning my name like that,” he taunted, his cock still deep inside as she caught her breath, her body quivering.
As Karen recovered, limp against him, Jacob’s hand slid from her clit, trailing to her ass. His finger brushed her tight asshole, probing gently. Karen tensed, but her post-orgasm haze softened her response. Jacob pressed further, slowly inserting one finger, the tight ring yielding. Karen gasped, his cock still inside her pussy, her ass cheeks pressed against his thighs. “Jacob, no,” she said weakly, guilt flooding her. “Not even your dad has ever done that.” Her voice trembled, her maternal guilt clashing with pleasure.
“Relax, Mom, it’s just one finger,” Jacob said soothingly, his finger moving slowly in her ass, his cock buried in her pussy. Karen’s breath hitched, her body adjusting, and they resumed, her ass slapping against his thighs. Jacob’s finger inside her asshole, now pushing a second finger inside, stretching her further. Karen moaned, overwhelmed, the intimacy of his dominance—his cock in her pussy, fingers in her ass,—pulling her into a haze of pleasure and guilt, the camera silently capturing every moment.
Karen’s moans deepened, her body shuddering as she rode him, his two fingers probing her ass with deliberate thrusts. The rhythmic slaps of her ass against his thighs filled the kitchen, mingling with her gasps and his low groans. Jacob’s other hand teased her clit, circling with precision, the intimacy of his dominance searing. “Look at you, Mom,” Jacob murmured, leaning close to her ear. “I think you are really liking my fingers now” His tone carried a taunting edge, reveling in her surrender.
Karen didn’t respond, her breaths ragged, her hips grinding harder, her pussy clenching around his cock, her ass yielding to his fingers. Jacob pressed a third finger against her tight pucker, and her body tensed, then relaxed, accepting the intrusion with a low, trembling moan. Her movements grew desperate, her voice breaking as she gasped, “Jacob…” in a weak attempt to protest, but the sound dissolved into pleasure as his fingers pushed deeper, stretching her further.
Jacob’s free hand delivered a sharp spank to her ass, urging her to move faster. Karen yelped, her body lurching, but she complied, her hips slamming down with more force, the wet sounds intensifying. Her moans grew louder, her arousal teetering on the edge. Jacob leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “What would Dad say if he knew I had three fingers buried in your ass, Mom? After all the times you refused him?”
Karen’s eyes widened, guilt crashing over her. “Jacob, please, no…” she stammered erratically, her words cut off by a shuddering moan as his fingers pressed deeper, his cock thrusting harder. They fucked faster, the intimacy raw, her guilt drowned by pleasure.
Karen’s moans peaked, her body convulsing as she climaxed again, her pussy pulsing, her ass clenching around his fingers. “Jacob!” she cried, her hips grinding hard, the wet slaps slowing as she trembled through another orgasm, her breasts heaving, her clit throbbing, the intimacy overwhelming, her guilt over Robert sharp. Jacob groaned, his control absolute, his fingers still deep in her ass.
As her tremors subsided, Jacob slowly withdrew his fingers from her ass, then eased his cock out, leaving her panting. He guided her off his lap, positioning her on all fours on the kitchen floor, her head resting on the tiles, her ass raised high, the thong at her thighs. He knelt behind her, his throbbing cock in hand, sliding it up and down her slick pussy lips, teasing the glistening folds. Karen’s hips moved instinctively, chasing his touch, her body craving more.
“What do you want, Mom?” Jacob asked, his voice low, teasing, as he continued sliding his cock along her pussy. Karen moaned, her hips rocking, begging for penetration.
Jacob smirked, his cock gliding over her folds. “I don’t understand, Mom. What do you want? Want me to fuck you?” His tone was playful but commanding.
Karen’s breath hitched, her voice desperate. “Yes, please, fuck me,” she gasped. “Fuck me honey”.
Jacob’s grin widened, his ego soaring. He pressed his cock against her pussy, entering her slowly, then escalating to a hard rhythm. The kitchen echoed with the wet slaps of their bodies, Karen’s moans mixing with Jacob’s groans, the air thick with intensity. He reached forward, his hand wrapping gently around her throat, pulling her back slightly as he leaned in to kiss her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth, the intimacy searing as he fucked her harder.
They continued, Karen’s ass bouncing with each thrust, her moans growing louder, Jacob’s hand on her throat tightening just enough to heighten the sensation, his lips claiming hers in a forbidden kiss. The camera recorded silently, capturing Karen’s arched back, her raised ass, the thong at her thighs, and Jacob’s relentless thrusts.
Jacob slowed his pace, his cock sliding out of her pussy with a wet sound, leaving Karen gasping, her body quivering with need. He leaned back, gripping her hips, keeping her ass raised as he positioned himself behind her. His cock, slick with her arousal, brushed against her tight asshole, teasing the sensitive pucker. Karen’s breath hitched, her body tensing, a flicker of reluctance cutting through her haze. “Jacob, no…” she said weakly, her voice trembling, lifting her head slightly. “I never even let your father do that…”
Jacob’s hand slid soothingly along her lower back, his voice low and coaxing. “Shhh, relax, Mom,” he murmured, his tone gentle but unyielding, his cock pressing lightly against her asshole. “Just let it happen.” His words softened her resistance, and Karen’s body relaxed slightly, her breaths uneven, her moans soft but persistent as she surrendered.
Jacob took his time, his cock nudging against her tight entrance. He pressed forward slowly, the tip breaching her asshole, stretching the ring with care. Karen gasped, a low moan escaping as the sensation overwhelmed her. “Oh, honey…” she breathed, her voice a mix of pleasure and uncertainty, her hands gripping the tiles. Jacob paused, letting her adjust, his hands kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them to ease the pressure, the camera capturing the intimate intrusion, her thong at her thighs, her pussy glistening below.
“You’re doing so good, Mom,” Jacob said softly, his voice a mix of encouragement and desire, as he pushed deeper, his cock sliding halfway into her ass, the tightness gripping him. Karen moaned louder, her body rocking slightly, her breaths ragged as she adjusted to the fullness. Her hips twitched, her moans growing desperate, caught between resistance and surrender. Jacob’s hands roamed her ass, squeezing the firm flesh, prolonging the moment, his control absolute.
He pressed further, his cock sinking fully into her ass, filling her completely. Karen’s moan turned into a sharp cry, her head pressed harder against the floor, her ass raised higher as she absorbed the sensation. “Jacob…” she gasped, her voice breaking, a weak protest swallowed by her moans as he began to move, thrusting slowly, letting her feel every inch. The kitchen filled with the soft, wet sounds of his cock moving in her ass, her moans escalating, raw and unrestrained, her body yielding to his rhythm.
“Look at you, Mom,” Jacob murmured, his voice heavy with triumph, his thrusts growing steadier, deeper. “Dad begged for this, didn’t he? And here you are, taking my cock in your ass, moaning like that.” His tone dripped with cruelty, denigrating Robert, relishing the taboo.
Karen’s eyes widened, guilt crashing over her. “Jacob, don’t…” she stammered, her words cut off by a deep moan as his cock thrust deeper, his pace quickening. She couldn’t form the sentence, her body betraying her, her moans growing louder, her ass clenching around him, the intimacy consuming her, her guilt over Robert fleeting.
Jacob’s hand delivered another spank to her ass, urging her to move with him. “Faster, Mom,” he said, his voice commanding, his cock driving deeper, the tight heat pushing him closer to the edge. Karen’s moans filled the kitchen, her body rocking back against him, her pussy dripping onto the floor, the camera capturing every detail—her arched back, her bouncing ass, the explicit penetration. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements, his thrusts relentless, each one drawing a louder moan.
Jacob leaned forward, his chest pressing against Karen’s back, his breath hot against her ear. “Your ass feels so fucking good, Mom, so tight,” he whispered, his voice intimate, his cock buried deep in her ass. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight circles, amplifying her pleasure. Karen’s moans turned frantic, her body shuddering, her ass clenching tighter around his cock as she neared another climax, the intensity overwhelming, the intimacy raw. The kitchen echoed with the wet, rhythmic slaps of their bodies, her ass raised high on the floor, the thong bunched at her thighs, the camera on the table silently capturing every moment—her arched back, her bouncing breasts, the explicit penetration.
Jacob’s thrusts grew deeper, his groans rougher, his fingers relentless on her clit. “Mom, I’m close,” he panted, his voice strained with impending release, his cock driving into her ass with steady force. Karen’s moans escalated, her body rocking back against him, her pussy dripping onto the tiles, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure, unable to respond. They continued, the pace unrelenting, the air thick with their shared intensity, her ass gripping him tightly, her clit throbbing under his touch.
“Where should I cum, Mom?” Jacob asked, his voice urgent, his thrusts quickening, his fingers circling her clit faster. Karen’s moans were incoherent, her body trembling, her hips meeting his with desperate need, her silence spurring him on. They fucked harder, the wet sounds of his cock in her ass mingling with her frantic gasps and his low groans, the intimacy searing, her body teetering on the edge of another climax.
Jacob leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Want me to cum inside you?” he murmured, his cock plunging deeper, the tightness pushing him to the brink. Karen’s moans peaked, her body shaking, her voice breaking through the haze. “Ah yes honey, fill my ass,” she gasped, her words raw and desperate, her surrender complete, the taboo act consuming her.
The words ignited Jacob, his thrusts becoming erratic, his groans louder. Karen’s body convulsed, her third orgasm crashing over her, her pussy pulsing, her ass clenching around his cock as she cried out, “Ah honey please…!” The intensity overwhelmed her, her breasts heaving, her clit throbbing under his fingers, the intimacy of his dominance searing, her guilt over betraying Robert spiking sharply but drowned by the pleasure. At the same moment, Jacob growled, his cock buried fully in her ass, his hot seed spilling inside her, filling her with a warmth that made her gasp, their orgasms syncing in a forbidden crescendo. The kitchen filled with their shared moans, the wet sounds slowing as they trembled through their mutual release, the camera capturing the raw aftermath.
Jacob held her there, his cock still inside her ass, his hands resting on her hips, both panting heavily, their bodies slick with sweat. Karen’s head remained pressed to the cool tiles, her ass raised, her thong at her thighs, her body spent from the intensity of her third climax. Slowly, Jacob pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, and he watched as his semen began to leak from her stretched, open asshole, glistening in the morning light. “Fuck, Mom, look at that,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cum dripping from her. “Your ass is dripping with me.”
Karen, still catching her breath, her body quivering, didn’t respond, her mind reeling from the act. Jacob stood, his cock still slick, and moved to her side, gently tilting her chin up. “Clean it, Mom,” he said softly, his tone commanding but intimate, guiding his cock toward her lips. Karen, still recovering, her body limp, her mind hazy from the orgasm, parted her lips, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly, cleaning the mix of her juices and his cum, the taste overwhelming, her movements tentative but compliant. The wet, slurping sounds filled the air again, softer now, her breasts swaying slightly as she sucked, the camera capturing her flushed face, her lips wrapped around him, her thong-clad ass still raised.
After a few moments, Karen pulled back, her lips glistening, her breath uneven. Jacob stepped away, satisfied, and they both rose slowly, their bodies spent. Karen pulled her thong back up, the fabric settling between her cheeks, her ass still tingling from the penetration, his cum lingering inside her. She slipped into her leggings and blouse, her movements mechanical, the weight of their actions settling in. Jacob pulled on his shorts and shirt, grabbing his backpack, the air between them shifting back to a tense normalcy.
As Karen adjusted her blouse, her maternal authority returned, her eyes narrowing. “Jacob, you can’t keep talking about your father like that,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the guilt churning within her. “It’s disrespectful, and it makes this harder than it already is.”
Jacob looked down, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Mom,” he said, his tone genuine this time. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll stop.” His apology hung in the air, a fleeting acknowledgment of the line they’d crossed.
Karen nodded, her smile tight, her guilt over betraying Robert and giving her son her ass—a boundary she’d never crossed with her husband—overwhelming her. “Go to school, honey,” she said quietly, her voice strained. Jacob nodded, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, grabbing his cellphone from the table, and headed for the door, leaving without another word, the sound of his footsteps fading.
Karen stood alone in the kitchen, the silence heavy. Her body ached, her ass still warm with his cum, her mind flooded with guilt over the forbidden act, the intimacy of surrendering her last boundary to her son consuming her. She sank into a chair, her hands trembling, the weight of her betrayal crushing her as the morning light streamed through the open curtains.