The den part 3

I stood in the doorway of Alex's bedroom, frozen in shock as he emerged from the shower, his skin still glistening with droplets. He had only wrapped a towel around his trim waist, and I couldn't help but let my gaze linger on his muscular chest and arms.

"Oh, hi Mom," he said casually, not even bothering to cover himself further as he advanced on me. "What brings you here?"

"I-I was just going to gather up your laundry," I stammered, trying to avert my eyes from his chiseled torso.

He smirked, reaching out to grab my wrist. "Well, since you're here, why don't you help me with something else first?"

I tried to pull away but his grip tightened, yanking me forward until I stumbled against him. I could feel the heat of his bare skin through the thin fabric of my dress.

"Alex, please," I hissed, casting a worried glance towards the kitchen. "Your father is home"

"I know, makes it all the more fun, taking his woman" Alex purred, his hand snaking around to squeeze my ass. "And I need my mommy right now."

I let out a choked gasp as he fisted his hand in my hair and crushed his mouth to mine in a brutal, dominating kiss. I struggled weakly for a moment before melting against him, my body betraying me as always.

He tore his mouth away only to shove me back onto the bed, his towel falling away to reveal his raging erection. "Get on your hands and knees," he snarled. "Now."

Shaking like a leaf, I scrambled to comply, burying my face in the covers as I assumed the position he demanded. I heard him rummaging through his bedside table and then the click of a bottle being opened. My breath hitched as I felt the cold liquid splash against my exposed pussy.

I cried out as he rubbed the lube into my folds, his fingers probing and teasing. Then, with no warning, he was pushing into me from behind, his thick cock spreading me open.

"Fucking hell," he grunted as he thrust deep, pinning me under his weight. "You're always so goddamn tight."

I bit down on the pillow to stifle my screams as he began to pound into me, his hips smacking against my ass with each forceful stroke. I could feel my dress riding up, exposing my upper half to his hungry gaze.

"You like this, don't you?" he panted, reaching forward to roughly maul my breasts. "Getting fucked like a whore in your son's bedroom while your husband is just down the hallway, all the while im burying myself balls deep in his wife "

I sobbed into the pillow, humiliation and shame mixing with forbidden pleasure as he used my body for his own satisfaction. He rutted into me harder, one hand coming around to rub furious circles on my clit.

"Come on, cum for me Mom," he snarled in my ear. "Let me feel this slutty cunt spasm on my cock."

My back arched as a powerful orgasm ripped through me, my inner walls clamping down on him. He gave a final brutal thrust and then he was emptying himself inside me, flooding my depths with his hot seed.

I collapsed onto the bed as he rolled off me, exhausted and used. He stretched languidly beside me, one hand coming up to caress my sweaty skin.

"You're mine now," he said softly, pressing a kiss to my neck. "And nothing is going to change that."

I lay there shivering as he gathered up his clothes and sauntered out the door, leaving me to collect myself. I knew he was right - that I would always belong to him now, no matter what happened.

And so I simply closed my eyes and tried to block out the shame and self-loathing that threatened to drown me, clinging to the tiny flicker of satisfaction that burned deep inside. He owned me completely, and I knew that there was no going back