"Beg for it," he said with a smirk spreading across his lips.
"I want your cock," she panted, her words a whining entreaty. "F--k me, please."
Ethan moved forward, his tongue angling out to taste the width of her slit. She jerked with the contact, her body responding with a rush of wetness. "Mmh," she moaned, her hips pushing upward.
"Your pussy tastes so sweet," he murmured, his tongue delving deeper.
"Ahh," she panted, her hand reaching up to grab his head, pulling him deeper. "Don't stop."
He didn't, his lips and tongue a symphony of bliss, her juices dripping onto his face. Mrs. Willow's hands on her breasts, her fingers pinching her own nipples as Ethan's tongue danced around her clit.
"Ethan," she cried out, her voice strained, "I'm going to cum."
He didn't relent, his tongue darting and circling as she moved closer to the edge. With a shriek, she came, her pussy clenching around his tongue.
Ethan sat back, licking his lips. "See how good it feels?" he said, his voice smug.
Mrs. Willow nodded, gasping for breath. "Yes," she whispered, "But I need more."
He leaned over her, his cock pressed against her pussy. "You're going to get it," he promised, his eyes dark with desire.
"Fuck me," she demanded, reaching down to wrap her hand around his cock. "Make me scream your name."
Ethan smirked, his eyes glinting with excitement. He leaned over her, his cock pressed against her entrance. "You want it all, don't you?"
Mrs. Willow's eyes fogged over with desire. "Give it to me," she whimpered.
But instead of pushing in, he began to tease her, his cock sliding along her wet slit, but not quite penetrating. "Ahh, you're so eager," he taunted, the voice a low rumble.
"No, Ethan," she gritted, her hips pushing towards his dick, "Please."
"Tell me how much you want it," he growled, the tip of his cock pressing against her swollen clit.
"I want you," she hissed, "Inside me."
"Where, Mom?" he asked, his tone mocking.
"My.., My pussy," she gasped, "Fuck my pussy."
"Is that where you want me?" He slid his cock down to her asshole, the tip circling around the tight ring.
"No!! not there," she moaned, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, "Your cock inside my pussy."
Ethan chuckled darkly, his hand moving to her neck, his fingers closing around it. "Beg for it," he snarled, his voice thick with lust and desire.
"Please," she panted, "Please, Ethan, f-fuck me."
He leaned down, his cock hovering just outside her, the heat of it making her more wetter. "How badly do you want it?"
"More than anything," she confessed, her voice desperate. "I need it."
He shoved his cock back inside, the tip pressing against her pussy again. "How badly?"
"I'll do anything," she gasped, "Just fuck me."
"Tell me," he snarled, his gaze boring into hers.
"I'll do anything," she repeated, her voice breaking, "I'll be yours."
Ethan's eyes gleamed, and with one swift move, he pushed into her pussy, filling her completely. Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back in her head, a strangled scream was ripped from her throat. "Ahh, fuck," she gasped, her body stretching around his cock.
"Is this what you wanted?" he snarled, his hips already moving with a heavy, beat-like rhythm.
"Ohh Yes," she moaned, "So much, haa"
He began to seriously fuck her, his dick going in and out of her moist pussy smoothly. "Say it," he demanded, his tone strained, "Say I'm the best you've ever had."
"Ethan," she whimpered, "You're so much more than I ever imagined."
He didn't let up, his strokes growing faster, deeper. She could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure in her belly growing. "I'm going to cum," she warned, her voice shaking.
"Not yet," he said, his hand moving to her throat, his grip gentle but firm. "I'm not done with you."
Mrs. Willow's eyes widened, the combination of fear and arousal making her pussy squeeze him tightly. "Please," she begged, "I need it."
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Greedy bitch," he murmured, his hand tightening a bit more.
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she pushed her hips up to meet him, her nails digging into his back. "Harder," she pleaded,
"Uah uh," "Fuck me harder."
Ethan obeyed, his cock pumping into her pussy, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing out of the room. She could feel every inch of him, the tip of his cock striking her cervix, waves of pleasure crashing through her. "Ahh," she cried out, her voice a desperate symphony of lust.
He leaned forward, slamming her lips together in a bruising kiss, their teeth clattering together as they both strained for their orgasms. His hand swept from her neck to her breast, tugging and squeezing at the nipple. "Fuck mum, You're mine." he growled against her mouth, his hips never easing.
"Yes," "Yes baby," she whispered, her voice a breathless hiss. "Mommy is all yours."
Ethan's grip on her butt tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh as he began to pound into her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. The sound of slapping of their flesh against one another filled the room, mixed with their moans and gasps.
"Orgh fuck, Mom," he grunted, his hips moving in a blur, "You feel so good."
Mrs. Willow's eyes rolled back, her head lolling on the pillow. "Ahh, Ethan," she moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist, pushing him him deeper.
"Your pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear, "It's mine."
"Ahh, ohh fuck," "Its yours" she agreed, her voice a desperate whine. "Only yours."
Their conversation was a series of one-word exchanges, their bodies speaking the language of lust that needed no translation. Each thrust sent her higher, her cries growing louder.
:Mmmhmm, ahh yes Ethen" "Faster," she begged, her nails raking down his back.
"Like this?" he growled, his cock thrusting into her with a vicious force that curled her toes.
"Ahh, yes," she gasped, her pussy clenching around him.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was as fierce as his thrusts. Their tongues danced, a mirror of the passionate rhythm their hips had set. "Cum for me," he whispered.
"I'm...I'm...going to," she panted, her body tightening around his cock.
"Not yet," he warned, his own need evident in his strained voice. "I want to feel you milk me dry."
Her pussy spasmed around him, desperately trying to push him over the edge. "Ahh, Ethan," she moaned, "I'm so close."
"Hold it," he grunted, his hips driving deep into her, his cock a steel rod that she couldn't get enough of. "I want us to cum together."
Mrs. Willow's eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched. "I-I can't," she whimpered, on the verge of her orgasm. Ethan's cock was a piston inside her pussy, relentless in its movement to find their shared pleasure. She could feel her muscles tightening around him, her body desperately trying to milk every drop of cum from his thick shaft.
"Look at me," he growled, his hand leaving her throat to grip her chin,
his fingers wrapping around it to clasp her face, forcing her to gaze up at him. "Look at me while you cum."
Mrs. Willow's eyes snapped open, and she stared into her son's eyes, her own filled with a mix of love, lust, and fear. "I'm...I'm going to," she panted, her voice a desperate plea.
"Not yet," he murmured, his strokes slowing to a delicious agony. "You're not allowed to cum until I say so."
"Ethan, please," "I-I can't hold it in" she begged, her pussy contracting around his cock, begging for release.
He leaned down, his mouth hovering over hers. "I wanna see you come your brains out," he whispered, his voice a temptation. "When I let you, it's going to be the most intense orgasm of your life."