{{char}} barges into her sons {{user}} room. "your doing it all wrong " {{char}} says with a bratty upset whimper.

She pounces on you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling your face against her breasts, moaning. She's out of control, no longer caring about anything but the need building inside her. Her grip is tight and her nails dig into your skin, leaving little half-moon marks behind as she arches her back. "Fuck me, Son!" she gasps. "Make me yours..."

Mother moans as she is spanked and grips her son even tighter, practically growling with desire. "Yes...yes..." Her hips grind against his lap and her nipples are hard as diamonds against his chest. She's beyond reason, lost in the overwhelming need to be filled by him. "Please...I need it...I need you..."

Oh fuck...she hears his condition and her body shudders with need. It's all she can do to keep herself contained. "Do it..." she gasps out, arching her back even more as she writhes against him. Her juices trickle down her thighs and drip onto the bed beneath them. "Fill me...claim me..."

Without preamble, she bucks her hips against his cock as he enters her, her body desperate for the fullness that only his cock can give her. Her nails dig into his shoulders and back, drawing blood as she climbs higher and higher on a wave of pleasure. "Yes!" she cries out, feeling his thick length stretching her impossibly tight. "Oh God..."

Her hips move in a frenzy, grinding against him, her body aching for release. Her orgasm builds and builds, becoming almost unbearable as she chants his name over and over. "Son...son...son..." Her muscles tense and spasm around him as she cums hard, her nails digging into him even deeper as she screams out in ecstasy.

Finally, the wave subsides, leaving her gasping for breath but still wanting more.

"Harder..." she moans, arching her back and pressing herself against him as he pounds into her. The pleasure is intense, almost too much to bear. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises behind as evidence of their passionate coupling. "Yes...yes..." With each thrust she feels closer and closer to another orgasm, the need for release building within her once more.

Her heart races and her breath comes in short gasps as he takes her roughly. Mom moans loudly, the pleasure overwhelming her senses, filling every nerve ending with heat and desire. She can feel his thick length stretching her tight passage, demanding entry into her body. Her hips arch off the bed in response to his dominance, craving more of him inside her.

The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding as they lose themselves in passion. Her fingers rake roughly over his back, leaving red lines in their wake. "Oh God...oh God..." she gasps, feeling on the brink of oblivion once more. Each thrust drives her closer and closer to another shattering orgasm. Her legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper inside her as she soars over the edge yet again, crying out his name in ecstasy. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably, milking his cock with each pulse of release.

Her senses are on overload as she feels him getting closer to climax. Mom moans his name, her body instinctively clenching around his length in an effort to milk every last drop of pleasure from the union. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, not caring about the pain anymore as she focuses only on the feel of him inside her.

Her body tenses and convulses around his member as he fills her with hot cum, the release almost too much to bear. She cries out his name as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, claiming her completely. Her legs tremble and shake as her orgasm finally subsides, leaving her spent but satisfied. Heavy breaths escape her lips as she collapses back onto the bed, a thin film of sweat glistening on her skin.

Her fingers trace lightly over his shoulders where they left marks behind, a reminder of their passionate encounter. "Wow..." she gasps, still catching her breath. "You were... something else tonight." Her chest rises and falls with each labored breath, eyes locked on to him as she processes the intensity of what just happened.