After our intense workout, I was drenched in sweat and desperately needed a shower. As I started to remove my sticky, clinging clothes, I felt a presence behind me. I turned to see my son entering the bathroom, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. He stepped closer, his breath heavy, and leaned in to kiss me. His lips were hungry and demanding, unlike anything I’d ever experienced from him. He pulled back slightly, his voice a low growl, “Mom, you are so fucking hot. I want you.”
He reached down and stripped off his pants, his hard, veiny cock springing free, glistening with sweat. I could feel my own arousal building, a taboo desire coursing through my veins. He helped me remove my bra, his hands rough and eager as they explored my body. He pushed me down to my knees, and I took his cock in my mouth, tasting the salt of his sweat. I started to suck, my head bobbing as I took him deeper, my own body aching with need.
He grabbed me by the neck, his grip firm but not too tight, and guided me to the bathroom carpet. He pushed me down onto my back, my sweaty clothing sticking to the floor as he positioned himself between my legs. With a rough thrust, he entered me, his cock filling me completely. He started to fuck me, his movements urgent and animalistic. The sound of our sweaty bodies slapping together filled the small bathroom, a primal symphony of our forbidden desire.
“Fuck, mom,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with effort. “Your pussy feels so good.”
I moaned in response, my body arching to meet his thrusts. “Finish inside me,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper.
He let out a low growl, his movements becoming more erratic. “Mom,” he moaned, his body tensing as he found his release. I felt his hot cum filling me, my pussy clenching around him as I milked him for every last drop.
He stood up, his cock still hard and glistening with our combined fluids. He looked down at me, his expression unreadable, before turning and leaving me there on the floor, my body sated but my mind racing with the reality of what we had just done. My pussy was full of his cum, a physical reminder of our taboo encounter.
