The house was silent except for the low hum of the AC. Maria and Jake stood in the doorway of their son's room, the familiarity of the sports posters and rumpled sheets fueling a strange, secret thrill. “He’s gone for the weekend,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to cup his cock through his jeans. It was already hard, a thick, solid length she kneaded through the denim.

Jake groaned, pushing her back onto the bed. The springs squeaked, a sound that was both taboo and incredibly hot. He yanked her shirt up, her tits spilling out, her dark nipples already tight pebbles. He took one into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers worked the button on her jeans. She arched her back, moaning, her hands fumbling with his belt.

She got his pants open, and his dick sprang free, thick and veiny, a bead of precum glistening on the swollen head. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking him slowly, smearing the slickness. “Fuck me, Jake,” she demanded, her voice husky.

He tore at her jeans, pulling them and her wet panties down her legs in one hungry motion. Her pussy was glistening, her fat, juicy lips swollen and inviting. He knelt between her legs, spreading her wide with his thumbs, admiring the glossy, pink flesh. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he said, before diving in.

His tongue flicked against her clit, a swollen, sensitive nub that made her buck her hips. He lapped at her dripping slit, tasting her honey, groaning at the sweet tang. Her hands grabbed his hair,