Her eyes searched his, a silent question. He smirked, the tip of his cock pressing against her clit with each deliberate movement. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," she gasped, her body shaking with the effort of holding back.
"Good," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "Because I'm going to make you scream."
With that, he picked up his pace again, his cock driving into her with a ferocity that left her gasping. Her pussy was a tight, wet fist around him, and he could feel her orgasm building, the walls of her vagina rippling with each thrust. "Dad is going to hear you," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
"Ethan," she hissed, her eyes fluttering shut again. "Please..."
"Not yet," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But soon."
His cock hit her g-spot with every stroke, and Mrs. Willow felt her body climbing the peak of pleasure. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with his. "Ahh, fuck," she cried, her pussy tightening even more.
"Look at me," Ethan demanded, his eyes boring into hers. "Look at me while you cum."
Her eyes snapped open, and she met his intense gaze. "I can't," she gasped, "I can't hold it."
"You can," he assured her, his voice thick with desire. "You're so strong, Mom. Just a little more."
Her walls quivered around his shaft, the pressure unbearable. "I'm going to cum," she moaned.
"Do it," he encouraged, his strokes growing faster, "Let go for me."
With a scream that she hoped was muffled enough not to wake her husband, Mrs. Willow came, her pussy clamping down on his cock. "Ahh, oh god," she wailed, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Ethan didn't stop, his cock still as hard as it was when he first entered her. "So beautiful," he murmured, watching her ride out her orgasm. "But I'm not done with you yet."
As the aftershocks of her climax began to fade, she felt his cock swell even more, stretching her to her limits. "Ethan," she panted, "Please, I can't take anymore." But her words fell on deaf ears as he withdrew from her pussy with a wet pop.
He flipped her over onto her stomach, his cock still hard and demanding. "You can," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark hunger. "And you will."
Mrs. Willow's face was pressed into the pillow, muffling her cries as he spread her legs apart, exposing her pink, glistening pussy. "Ethan, I'm too sensitive," she begged, her body still shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm. But Ethan's hunger was insatiable, his cock demanding more of her.
"Shh," he murmured, his hand smoothing down her spine to caress her butt. "Let me take care of you." He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance. She felt a brief moment of panic, but it was quickly overridden by the desire to feel him fill her again.
"Just a bit," she panted, her body trembling with anticipation. "Just ease in."
Ethan didn't listen. With one powerful thrust, he buried his cock into her pussy, making her gasp. "Mom," he groaned, his hand coming down to grip her hip, "You're so tight."
Mrs. Willow bit her lip, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Ahh, Ethan," she hissed, "It's too much."
"It's not enough," he countered, his voice a low growl as he began to pump into her from behind. "I need more of you."
He grabbed her by the waist, his strokes growing more demanding as he fucked her in a rhythm that was both punishing and exquisite. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "Your pussy is mine," he said, his breath hot against her ear, "You're going to cum again for me."
Mrs. Willow's eyes squeezed shut as she felt her orgasm begin to build again. "No, I can't," she protested weakly, her voice betraying her.
"Oh, you can," he assured her, his hand moving to her clit, rubbing it in a way that sent sparks through her body. "You're going to cum again, and it's going to be so good."
Her body began to respond, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Ethan, no, I can't," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.
"Mmh," he murmured, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear, "But you will. You're going to scream for me."
The sensation was overwhelming, his cock hitting all the right spots, his hand working her clit with an expert precision that left her breathless. "Ahh, baby," she gasped, her hips pushing back to meet him.
He leaned over her, his body pressing her into the bed, his hand reaching around to play with her breasts. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "Mine to fuck whenever I want."
Mrs. Willow felt a thrill of excitement at his words, her body responding with a renewed vigor. "Ethan," she moaned, her voice a needy whine.
He chuckled, his teeth grazing her neck. "You like that, don't you?"
"Ahh, yes," she hissed, her body moving in time with his, the pleasure building again. "Your cock feels so good."
"It's not just my cock," he said, his strokes growing more erratic, "It's me, claiming you."
Her pussy clenched around him, her body begging for release. "Ethan," she panted, "I'm going to cum again."
"That's my good girl," he murmured, his hand squeezing her breast. "Cum for me."
Mrs. Willow's pussy clenched around his cock, her body trembling with the effort of holding back. "I'm going to," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Look at me," he demanded, his grip on her hip tightening. "I want to see you cum."
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared into his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Ahh, Ethan," she moaned, her body tightening around him.
With a final, powerful thrust, she felt herself shatter, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire. "Ahh, fuck," she screamed, her body arching off the bed.
Ethan watched her cum, his cock pulsing with his own need. He waited, his strokes slowing, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice hoarse with his own desire.
"Ethan," she moaned, her body still trembling. "I can't...it's too much."
"Mmh," he murmured, his strokes slowing. "But you can, Mom. Just one more."
He leaned down, kissing her neck as he thrust deep into her. "I'm going to cum," he groaned, his voice thick with need.
Mrs. Willow's eyes widened, her own orgasm fading as she felt his cock swell even more inside her. "Where?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.
"On you," he said, his voice a dark promise. "I want to mark you."
With a final, powerful stroke, he pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Mrs. Willow watched in a mix of fascination and horror as he stroked himself, his hand moving up and down his length. "Ahh, Mom," he groaned, "I'm going to cover you in cum."
Her body was still sensitive, her pussy clenching around nothing, desperate for his cock again. She felt a thrill of excitement at his words, a part of her reveling in the idea of being fucked by her son. "Do it," she whispered, her voice a needy whine. "Bath me in your cum."
Ethan's hand moved faster, his eyes locked on hers. "You want it?" he asked, his voice a growl.
"Yes," she hissed, her hips lifting to meet his gaze. "I want it."
He leaned over her, his cock pulsing with each beat of his heart. "You're mine," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
"I'm yours," she agreed, her voice a desperate plea.
With a roar, he came, spurts of hot cum landing on her ass, her back, and her thighs. Mrs. Willow felt a shiver of pleasure run through her as he painted her with his seed, his hand moving in a frenzied dance. "Ahh, Mom," he gasped, his orgasm shaking him to his core.
Mrs. Willow lay there, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, the warmth of his cum spreading across her skin. She felt...complete, in a way she hadn't felt in years. "Ethan," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
He leaned over her, his cock still pulsing, and kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth. She could taste herself on him, and it only made her want him more. "Mom," he whispered, his breath ragged, "That was..."
"Amazing," she finished for him, her hand reaching down to stroke his still-hard shaft. "But we can't do this again."
He pulled back, his eyes searching hers. "Why not?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
"Because," she said, her voice filled with regret, "It's wrong. Your sisters are coming home soon. We have to stop."
"But why?" he asked, his hand moving to cup her cheek. "You said you needed this, that you wanted it."
"I did," she admitted, her voice thick with emotion, "But we can't keep doing this. It's not right."