Story Script:

NARRATOR: The house was quiet, just the way she liked it. The soft hum of the AC and the distant sound of birds outside. She lounged on the couch in nothing but a silky robe, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on her thigh.

NARRATOR: The front door creaked open, and her son stepped inside, his backpack slung over one shoulder. His eyes immediately locked onto her exposed legs, his throat going dry.

ACTOR2: Mom… you’re not dressed.

ACTOR1: And? It’s just us, baby. Come sit with me.

NARRATOR: He obeyed, his jeans already tight as he settled beside her. The air between them crackled with tension.

ACTOR2: Fuck… Mom, your robe—

ACTOR1: You like what you see?

NARRATOR: She let the robe slip further open, revealing the curve of her bare tits, her nipples hard under his hungry gaze.

ACTOR2: Shit… yeah, I can’t—

NARRATOR: His hand shot out, cupping her breast, fingers pinching a stiff nipple. She gasped, her own hand sliding down to palm the bulge in his jeans.

ACTOR1: God, you’re so hard already. Let me see that big cock.

NARRATOR: She yanked his zipper down, freeing his thick shaft, already leaking at the tip. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around him, sucking hard.

ACTOR2: Fuck, Mom! Your mouth—

NARRATOR: She hollowed her cheeks, bobbing faster, her tongue swirling as he groaned. His fingers tangled in her hair, hips thrusting into her throat.

ACTOR1: Mmm… wanna ride you, baby.

NARRATOR: She climbed onto his lap, sinking onto his cock with a moan, her tight pussy gripping him perfectly.

ACTOR2: Oh fuck—so wet…

NARRATOR: She rocked hard, their skin slapping together as he filled her deeper, his hands gripping her hips.

ACTOR1: Yeah, just like that… gonna cum all over your dick.

NARRATOR: His thrusts grew frantic, his balls tightening as she clenched around him.

ACTOR2: Mom, I’m—

NARRATOR: With a groan, he spilled inside her, her own orgasm crashing as they shuddered together, breathless.

THE END.