The den 4

The days leading up to my husband's weekend away crawled by agonizingly. I could feel Alex's hungry gaze on me constantly, his intentions clear in the way his eyes roamed over my body. Every opportunity he got, he would brush against me "accidentally", his hands lingering on my hips or waist for just a moment too long.

One evening, as we all sat watching TV, I felt the heat of Alex's body pressing against my side. Before I could react, his hand was snaking up my shirt, groping and squeezing my breast right there in front of my husband. I froze, terrified that he would notice, but Alex just chuckled in my ear.

"Don't worry Mom, he's too engrossed in the game," he purred, thumbing my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. "Besides, I think he'd like knowing what a slut you are for his son's cock."

I whimpered, squirming as his fingers worked their magic on my sensitive flesh. I could feel myself getting wet, my treacherous body betraying me yet again. Just then, my husband shifted beside us and I held my breath, praying he wouldn't notice.

"Everything okay, babe?" he asked, glancing over at my flushed face.

I forced a smile. "Y-yeah, just... a bit warm, that's all," I stammered, praying he would buy the flimsy excuse.

He nodded, turning his attention back to the game. I sagged in relief even as Alex pinched my nipple hard, making me gasp. He just smirked at me, eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

Over the next few days, the tension between mother and son grew thick and suffocating. I caught him staring at my ass as I did the dishes, his hand hovering near his crotch. Another time, as I bent over to pick up the laundry basket, I felt his breath on my neck and his hand slip between my legs to rub me through my shorts.

"Fuck, you're getting wet already," he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. "I can't wait to bury my face in this juicy cunt all weekend."

I bit back a moan, clenching my thighs together desperately. But it was no use - he was always there, always touching, always teasing, never letting me forget what awaited me.

Finally, the night before my husband's trip arrived. I lay in bed beside him, mind reeling as he shifted and sighed in his sleep. In a few short hours, I would be completely at Alex's mercy. The thought both terrified and thrilled me, a thrill I knew I should be ashamed of.

I woke the next morning to find my husband already up and packed. After a quick breakfast, he kissed me goodbye and walked out the door, leaving me alone with the devil himself.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Alex was there, pushing me up against the wall and kissing me hard. I let out a muffled cry, hands scrabbling at his chest as he ground his erection into my belly.

"Missed you, Mom," he growled against my mouth, reaching down to rip open my blouse. Buttons flew everywhere as he fumbled with my bra clasp, too impatient to undo it properly.

I felt a rush of shame at the destruction of my clothes, even as a thrill of excitement ran through me. I knew there would be no mercy, no gentleness from him today. And as much as the thought scared me, it also made my pussy clench with need.

Alex wasted no time in divesting us both of the rest of our clothes, shoving me towards the stairs. I stumbled up them on shaky legs, Alex hot on my heels. As soon as we reached his bedroom, he pushed me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head.

"All mine now," he snarled, nipping at my neck. "For two whole days I can fuck this tight body whenever I want."

I trembled beneath him, feeling helpless and exposed. I could feel his thick cock pressing against my thigh, ready to plunge into me again. But instead of taking me immediately, Alex began to touch me, his hands roaming everywhere.

He then palmed my breasts roughly, rolling and tugging on my nipples until they were stiff peaks. Then his fingers were delving between my legs, parting my slick folds to stroke my clit. I bit back a whimper, squirming under his touch.

"You're already so wet for me," he purred, bringing his fingers up to rub the slickness on my lips. "Look how easily you're read for my cock."

I flushed at the intimate act, feeling his words like a brand on my skin. He was right - my pussy was dripping and aching for him, shamefully needy for his touch.

He positioned himself at my entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging against my hole. "I'm going to fuck this slutty cunt so hard," he growled, starting to push in. "Going to ruin your cunt for dad"

He pulled out some soft rope from the bedside locker "I'm going tie you down mum, I'm sure you won't mind, will you?".....I of course agreed to afraid to say anything else.
I was tied up arm apart above my head and legs apart exposed and vulnerable. He then set his phone up" what are you doing Alex".... I'm going to video you and me fucking mum"...."no Alex please you can't"......" I am and you will beg me to fuck you and ask me to breed you to put a baby in your belly"......" if you don't I will live stream, me fucking you"......"any questions mum?"...

I cried out as he stretched me open, his thick length splitting me in two. But he didn't stop, slamming in deep and hard until he was buried to the hilt inside me. I felt so full, his heavy balls pressing against my ass as he began to move.....I begged him to fuck me and I begged him to make me pregnant, I hope that he keeps his word and doesn't share this

"Fucking hell," he panted, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. "This cunt is mine now - my personal fuck toy."

I could only whimper as he rutted into me, each powerful thrust sending jolts of pleasure through my core. I could feel his hips smacking against mine, his cock plunging deeper and harder as he chased his pleasure.

"Yeah, you love that, don't you?" he snarled, reaching down to rub my clit in fast circles. "Getting fucked stupid by your own son's cock. I can feel this greedy pussy squeezing me."

I moaned brokenly, feeling myself hurtling towards the edge. Just as I was about to come, Alex bit down hard on my neck, marking me, claiming me as his own.

"Yes, fucking come on my cock," he growled, slamming into me one last time before exploding inside me with a guttural shout.

I screamed as my own orgasm ripped through me, vision going white as Alex's hot seed filled me to the brim. I could feel him pulsing inside me, his cock twitching as he emptied himself completely.

They collapsed together, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. Alex rolled off of me, one hand coming up to stroke my hair almost tenderly.

"That was just the beginning," he purred, rolling over to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. "I'm going to fuck you every way imaginable this weekend - fill this pussy and ass with my cum until it's leaking out of you. You're going to be begging me to stop by the time I'm done with you."

I shivered at his words, knowing that he meant every one. And as much as the thought terrified me, it also thrilled me - knowing that for the next 48 hours I belonged completely to my son and his depraved