Story Script:

NARRATOR: Sandra sits nervously on the couch, her big tits barely contained in her tight tank top as her son Cole lights the crack pipe.

COLE: Come on, Mom… just try it. It’ll make you feel good.

SANDRA: Cole, we shouldn’t—this isn’t right, baby…

NARRATOR: But her protests are weak as she takes the pipe, her fingers trembling as she inhales deep. The heat floods her body, and she moans before exhaling, her nipples hardening.

COLE: See? Feels good, doesn’t it?

SANDRA: Oh God… Cole, we shouldn’t be doing *any* of this…

NARRATOR: But her eyes are locked on his growing bulge, her tongue darting over her lips. Cole smirks, stroking himself through his pants.

COLE: You want it, Mom. You always give in.

SANDRA: Mmmfuck… you’re so big now…

NARRATOR: She finally caves, crawling into his lap, grinding her soaked pussy against his hard cock through their clothes.

COLE: That’s it… take what you want.

SANDRA: I shouldn’t—oh fuck, baby, you feel so good…

NARRATOR: She rips his pants down, gasping at the sight of his thick dick before sinking onto it with a scream.

COLE: Ride me, Mom—just like that!

SANDRA: Yesss, fuck! I can’t stop—oh God, Cole!

NARRATOR: She bounces wildly, her tits bouncing as he groans and fills her tight cunt with his cum.