Mom seduces her son

Marcus was born into a happy family, but his father was never home.

In Marcus’s memory, it had always been Mom raising him alone. He barely saw his father a handful of times each year.

Compared to the stranger that was his father, Marcus and Mom had spent every day together for years. Their bond ran deep. Far too deep.

“Marcus, time to get up.”

Marcus opened his eyes and froze. Mom stood beside the bed in a thin silk nightgown, the straps slipping off one shoulder.

Mom was beautiful. Forty, once a model, still looking like she was twenty-eight. The silk clung to every curve—narrow waist, full, high ass. One smooth white shoulder was bare. When she leaned forward, the deep neckline gaped open. Soft, heavy tits swayed inside the lace, pale flesh glowing, pink nipples half-hidden behind black lace.

Marcus swallowed hard. His eyes stayed locked on Mom’s chest a long time before he forced them away.

An apron was still tied around Mom’s neck. Her hair was pinned up, showing the long, elegant line of her throat. Mature features, glossy red lips, the kind of face that was both soft and filthy at the same time.

She smiled, bent down, and pressed a slow kiss to his cheek. “Get up already. Mom made breakfast.”

“Yeah… okay.” Marcus’s voice came out rough.

Mom pulled him to the table and sat right beside him, staring the whole time with that soft, hungry smile.

“Mom, why do you keep looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re my cute little boy,” Mom said, voice warm and thick. “Mom loves you so much.”

She slipped her heels off with her toes and propped one foot on the chair. The nightgown rode high up Mom’s thighs. More of those full white tits spilled into view. One entire shoulder and the smooth upper swell of her breasts were completely bare now.

“Son… still want Mommy’s milk?” Mom rested her chin in her hand, eyes glittering with open invitation.

She leaned in until those heavy tits pressed against his arm, soft and warm through the thin silk. The scent of her skin hit him hard.

Marcus’s heart slammed against his ribs. Heat flooded his face and his cock. He swallowed again, torn between the wrongness and the raw need clawing up his throat.

Before he could answer, Mom’s mouth was on his. Soft lips, then sharp little bites. Marcus tipped his head back and let her take what she wanted. When their mouths finally broke apart, a thick string of spit stretched between their tongues.

His hands found Mom’s narrow waist. All he could see was smooth skin and long lashes. The smell of her filled his head until he was dizzy with it.

Mom was so fucking beautiful…

Mom’s tongue pushed into his mouth like she owned it—sweeping his teeth, curling around his tongue, sucking slow and dirty. When they parted again, another glistening strand of spit hung between them.

Mom was already addicted. She yanked the straps of the nightgown down. Both heavy white tits spilled free, pink areolas the color of cherry blossoms, nipples tight and begging.

Mom blinked up at him, voice pure sin. “Son… you want to suck Mommy’s tits today?”

She leaned closer. Her scent wrapped around him. The next second Mom crushed his face into that soft, full cleavage.

“I know you love this.” Mom grabbed his hands and forced them onto her breasts, making him squeeze and shape the heavy flesh however she wanted.

“Ahh… just like that…”

Marcus’s palms dragged over Mom’s nipples. Her breathing turned ragged. Those soft tits pressed hot against his chest. The smell of her skin and faint sweat filled his lungs until he could barely think.

Whatever lived between them had already crossed every line a mother and son were supposed to have. They just hadn’t said it out loud yet.

Marcus looked up at Mom one last time, then closed his mouth over her left nipple and sucked hard, teeth grazing, tongue working.

“Haaah… son…” Mom’s voice cracked. She grabbed his jaw, shoved her tongue back into his mouth, and fucked it deep while he nursed. “Nn… mmh…”

Marcus answered clumsily, tongues sliding wet and messy. Spit stretched between them again when they broke apart. His mouth dragged down Mom’s throat, over her collarbone, then locked back onto that stiff pink nipple.

The sharp jolt of pleasure made Mom’s whole body shake. She clutched his head and trembled. “Ah—oh fuck… my son…”

“Mom…” Marcus sucked harder on the left breast while his hand mauled the right, squeezing and pinching until the soft flesh poured between his fingers.

“Aaaahh…”

Doing this with her own son sent a filthy, electric rush through Mom that nothing else could touch. Marcus’s hot mouth and rough hands made her hips jerk and her voice break into high, broken moans. “Ah—too hard—ahhh—”

Both of them were flushed crimson. The warm, slightly sweaty scent of Mom’s skin poured over Marcus’s face until he was drowning in it.

That was how they spent the rest of the morning—messy, wrong, and perfect.

Marcus worked as a swimming coach.

Mom had always been curious about his job. One day she simply said, “I want to learn how to swim. Teach me, son.”

Marcus never said no to Mom.

The next day he waited by the pool while she changed. He was staring at the water when sudden gasps and murmurs rose around him.

He looked up—and his cock went rock-hard in an instant.

Mom walked out in a tiny black two-piece. The halter top barely contained those perfect, heavy tits; deep cleavage threatened to spill them free with every step. Below her narrow waist, the bottoms were nothing but two thin triangles of fabric st