Chapter 1: Sweet Sixteen Unleashed
I’m sprawled across my king-sized bed, the silk sheets clinging to my sweat-slicked skin, as my son Oscar towers over me. His ginger hair is damp, sticking to his forehead, and those lean, athletic muscles of his ripple with every thrust. My slender frame arches beneath him, my brunette locks fanned out like a dark halo, and I can’t help but smirk at the raw hunger in his emerald eyes. Sixteen today, and already he’s got the stamina of a man twice his age. My husband Pete sits in the armchair by the window, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and twisted delight, egging us on like some perverse cheerleader. This is Oscar’s birthday present, and damn if I’m not enjoying every second of giving it to him.
‘Fuck, Mom, you’re so tight,’ Oscar growls, his voice cracking with teenage lust as his hard cock drives into me, filling me up in a way that makes my toes curl. His hands grip my hips, firm and possessive, and I laugh, a throaty sound that drips with challenge.
‘Tight for you, baby boy. Gotta make sure my birthday stud gets the best,’ I purr, locking my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. My pussy clenches around him, wet and eager, and I can feel every inch of him, hot and throbbing. ‘You gonna make Mommy proud, or you gonna tap out already?’
He grins, all cocky and wild, sweat beading on his brow. ‘Tap out? Shit, I’m just getting started. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t walk straight.’
‘Promises, promises,’ I taunt, raking my nails down his back, hard enough to leave marks. I glance over at Pete, whose face is flushed, his hands gripping the armrests like he’s fighting the urge to join in. ‘You hear that, honey? Your son’s got big plans for me. You gonna just sit there and watch him breed me, or you got something to say?’
Pete’s voice is hoarse, thick with arousal. ‘Go on, Oscar. Give it to her. Fill her up, son. Make me a granddad tonight. That’s it, breed your mom good.’
I roll my eyes, even as a thrill shoots through me at his filthy words. ‘Oh, Pete, you’re such a perv. But I love it. Keep talking, cuck. Tell your boy how to fuck me right.’
Oscar’s panting now, his thrusts picking up speed, each one hitting that sweet spot that makes my vision blur. ‘Damn, Mom, your pussy’s dripping for me. You’re so fucking horny for your own son, aren’t you?’
‘Hell yeah, I am,’ I shoot back, my voice husky, my body trembling as the heat builds low in my belly. ‘You’ve got me soaked, Oscar. Now don’t stop ‘til I’m screaming. Make this birthday one I’ll never forget.’
His hands slide up to cup my ass, squeezing hard as he pounds into me, the bed creaking under our weight. I can feel the tension coiling tighter, my breath hitching as I teeter on the edge. Pete’s voice cuts through the haze, urgent and desperate. ‘That’s it, son, don’t hold back. She wants it. Give her every drop. Make her cum.’
I lock eyes with Oscar, my smirk daring him to push me over. ‘You heard your dad, baby. Don’t you dare stop now. I’m so close, and I want you to feel me shatter around that hard cock of yours.’
His growl is primal, and I know we’re both seconds away from exploding. The room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and I’m ready to lose myself in the wildfire of it all.
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