Jake had a frown on his face as he stood in front of the TV, watching the movie playing in front of him.
He couldn't believe it.
After spending the whole night fucking his mother, he had to spend an entire hour he had, to watch movies with his dad.
And that damn movie was boring, and not in the least erotic.
He was thinking whether they could take a leave from college and then spent the entire day together, he was even making plans on how he could squeeze her ass in the bus and then fuck her in the staff toilet in the college, however it was ruined.
While, he was barely keeping his frustration inside, Jake found himself constantly stealing glances at his mother.
She was seated in the couch across them, looking so fucking delicious, that he wanted to pounce her.
Although, they had fucked the whole last night, done things that a mother and son should never do, he wanted her.
The only problem was that his father was still home, and not even his presence could make him less horny.
The more he looked at her, the more his cock throbbed.
And he could feel her staring too, he could feel her eyes on him and whenever their gazes met, he saw a desire within them, and he could barely restrain himself.
God knows how much he wanted her.
His dick was harder than a steel rod and the bulge inside his pants was prominent.
His gaze fell on the apron tied around her waist.
He could imagine how she looked beneath that, and he wanted to rip it off.
He wanted to see the swell of her tits, the curve of her hips, the way her waist nipped in.
He wanted to see her bare.
His mouth watered and he licked his lips, unable to resist, and she saw, looking at him with a slight smirk, and he knew she wanted him too.
However, they couldn't do it because this damn old man is here.
"Baby, it's getting late, get ready for the college."
Madelyn spoke, looking at her son as she got up and went to dress up.
Hearing her say baby in such a sweet voice made him stir, more so knowing that she had screamed it many times during last two night.
The woman, also knew it, so she gave him a blink and walked towards her room.
During this whole process, she didn't even look at her husband.
And Shane didn't look at his wife either.
As Madelyn headed upstairs, Jake couldn't take his eyes off her ass and he watched her hips swaying as she walked.
He imagined her beneath him, legs spread, his cock buried in her tight cunt.
His cock was so hard it hurt, his balls throbbed.
If his father wasn't there, he'd follow her into the bedroom, bend her over the bed, and bury his meat inside her.
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After half an hour later, Madelyn came back to the living room, wearing a suit, and looking at her, Jake was entranced once again.
She was wearing a black pant suit with a white blouse underneath, her hair tied in a high ponytail.
And her makeup was simple yet sexy, the red lipstick made him think of the way those lips felt wrapped around his cock.
She was absolutely perfect.
She was fucking gorgeous, and he could barely keep his eyes off her, even his old father couldn't help but stare.
She walked towards him and the bulge inside his pants only got bigger.
Fuck!!
"Shane, Jake and I, are going, I've already cooked enough meal for the day, so if you get hungry you can eat."
"Take the car keys."
Shane Dawson looked at his wife and spoke.
However...
"It's okay, it's not that far. I'll take the bus."
Madelyn refused without a single thought.
She had no intention of using his car, and after what happened last time in the bus with her son, she couldn't wait to take the bus again.
"Let's go, Jake."
"Don't worry dad, I'll take care of her mom."
Jake looked at the seductive smile on his mother's face as she left and spoke the words.
As for the meaning behind taking care, well...that depends.
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And so, the mother and son waited at the bus station waiting for the bus.
Jake looked at the beauty beside him, taking in her intoxicating scent, looking at her curvy ass and swaying tits and couldn't help but feel his cock throb.
No way, it was a torture.
At this moment, he was desperately hoping for the bus to be full so that he could stand behind his mother and ravage her to his heart's content.
Well… surprise, surprise.
Not only was it not full, not only was it not even empty, but it was just a few seats away from being completely packed—making it even worse.
And so, the ride was a torture.
The mother and son didn't get to sit with each other.
And he could do nothing.
Jake felt nothing was more torturous than this.
The whole way Madelyn was thinking about last night, his hard cock sliding into her tight pussy, and how full and good it felt, the way his balls slapped against her, and the sounds they made.
She remembered the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips, his mouth on hers, his breath mingling with hers.
And now, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the things they could do if his father wasn't there, and now her cunt was getting wet, and her face flushed.
'Why is he not looking?'
Although they didn't sit at the same seat, the distance between the two wasn't too far away and the two could look at each other.
However, Madelyn didn't know why Jake was not looking at her, after all, his cock was probably hard like a rock, and his gaze was focused outside, his fingers drumming impatiently on the armrest.
And then, her phone vibrated.
She took out her phone and opened the text message.
Jake Dawson: "I want to fuck you so hard right now."
Her heart skipped a beat.
Looking at his words, Madelyn looked at her son and found him looking back at her, with the darkest lustful look in his eyes, and her face heated up.
Then, his finger moved on the screen, and another message popped up.
Jake Dawson: "I could bend you over the car seat, rip your panties and slide my cock deep inside you, fucking you so hard that you scream my name. Then I'll fill you up with my seed."
She couldn't breathe.
Her cunt clenched, her breasts heaved.
Her entire body tingled and her panties were soaking wet.
"You are such a pervert."
She whispered, trying not to moan and alert the little girl sitting beside her, and her phone vibrated once more.
Jake Dawson: "It's only because of you."
The way her son said those words, the dark tone of his voice, the intensity of his gaze, everything sent a shiver down her spine.
She could tell how horny he was and the way he was staring, like she was a prey, his prey, made her feel things.
The bus ride didn't take long, however it felt like a torture to the couple.
As the bus stopped, Jake quickly got up and walked towards his mother, but..
"Are you a couple?"
A little girl interrupted his moments.
He looked at her, the one who sat next to his mother, as if so say, how can you tell.
"I know she was looking at you during the whole journey."
And with those words, Madelyn felt her face flushed red.
'Was it that obvious.'
"Um..we are a couple."
Hearing her son admit it herself, even though it was to a little girl, Madelyn felt her heart flutter.
"I know."
"You look good together. Like a family."
Damn detective!
Jake couldn't help but gasp at her words.
But she wasn't stopping just there.
Looking at the handsome young brother, she finally spoke what she saw and advised him.
"I think you should take her to hospital."
No, hospital?
"She is not feeling well.
She was breathing heavily all the way."
'Ah'
Her face turned red.
Thinking about how her movements were discovered by a little girl, Madelyn felt like dying from shame.
'It was obviously his fault.'
She looked at the boy, who was barely stopping himself from smiling and couldn't help but scold him several times in her heart.
Fortunately Jake noticed her awkwardness."I will, thank you."
And with those words, he took her hands and got out of the bus.
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Walking towards the college, he released her palm and distanced himself a bit, however, Madelyn walked back towards him and even clasped her hand with his.
"Mom."
Jake looked at his mother, feeling her warmth, however.."We've almost reached the college. People could see."
"So what? Didn't you say that we are a couple? It isn't shameful for a couple to walk hand in hand, right?"
Looking at her like that, he knew she was still sulking about the earlier incident.
"Yes, we are a couple..Mom."
"But we can't let anyone see us."
"There are so many students that walk around this place and if they saw us they would.."
"They would what Sweetie, Are you saying that you feel ashamed of being close to your mom?"
"Because I don't want them to think you are my mother.
"Hm, why?"
"Maddy, you know why?"
"I know, I want to hear."
"Because I love you.
"More than a son loves his mother, as much as a lover loves her loved one."
Her heart beat uncontrollably, and her chest swelled in emotion.
"I.." Before she could speak anymore, the boy leaned forward and kissed her.
"What are you doing?
"This is the college campus."
"I'm just kissing my girlfriend."
"But.."
"If you make a fuss, I'll kiss you again."
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After a few more lovey dovey scenes, the two finally separated after all, even though they said they didn't care, neither wanted any situation to arise.
Fortunately no one saw them.
And so, it was the time for English Class.
With the sound of high heels hitting the ground, his mother, Madelyn Dawson, walked into the class and suddenly the whole class went quiet.
Jake didn't know how he faced these minutes, watching the whole room lust after his mother.
Fortunately the torture ended and as soon as he did, he walked toward the staff room assigned to the English professor.
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Each professor had their own office, so he didn't have to worry about privacy.
Although noise could be an issue, considering her loud screams and the fact that faculty offices weren't too far apart, he wasn't in the mood to care.
Looking at the small nameplate: "Madelyn Dawson – English Department" on the door, he didn't even knock and pushed the door open, stepping inside.
"Excuse me… Jake?!"
Madelyn, who had been busy checking some documents at her desk was about to scold the intruder for barging in unannounced, when she realized that the intruder was no one other than her son.
Jake didn't answer.
Instead, he locked the door behind him.
The office was simple, not too big, not too small.
A desk sat near the wall with a chair behind it and two chairs in front.
A bookshelf stood in the corner, filled with books and papers, well ..a typical professor's room.
However, the moment he came in, his gaze was instinctively locked on her.
His mother, his sexy mother, Madelyn was sitting behind the desk, with her legs crossed, the black pant suit fitting snugly on her.
Her unbuttoned blazer revealed the white blouse underneath.
Her high ponytail kept her hair neatly pulled back, though a few strands had come loose.
Because she was suddenly disturbed, her otherwise relaxed posture became tensed only to relax once again the moment she saw it was her son.
Jake looked at the beauty before him, his gaze moving from her seductive face to her lips, those red lips, so soft and warm and plump, the ones that wrapped around his cock the other night, and the ones he tasted just a while ago.
Her huge tits, confined in her blazer,just heaved with her breathes,
Her huge tits, confined in her blazer, her thin waist and those hips, those fucking sexy hips and he snapped.
If yesterday was heaven, today was literally a torture for him.
He hadn't fucked her all day.
Of course, that would've been bearable at least, after all, no matter how obsessed he was with her, sex-starved animal who couldn't go a day without sex.
But the problem was that she was right there.
Right there, in front of him.
Smiling, teasing, swaying that juicy ass, her plump tits bouncing with every little move, practically begging to be squeezed.
The fact that he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
The fact that couldn't grab her, bend her over, shove his cock into that wet, needy cunt or that lewd little mouth, was unbearable.
It was agony.
Of course, he wasn't the only one suffering.
The woman sitting in the chair, tapping her heels was undergoing the same or even more torment than him.
After all, while he was a young man, full of vitality.
She was at the age where her desires were at peak.
And for her, whose desires finally awakened after years of suppression, the torture was just as unbearable for her.
If not worse.
She had gone so long without a man, without sex, without being wanted the way he wanted her.
And now, after finally getting a taste of real pleasure, of him, finally feeling the pleasure of having a thick, long cock deep inside her cunt and fuck her wild, how was she supposed to hold back?
How was she supposed to ignore the ache between her legs when she had a man like him?
A young, virile beast with a body carved from stone, with eight-pack abs that flexed under her fingers, with that thick, heavy cock that still made her week.
From the morning she saw that thick hard thing dangling in front of her eyes, she needed it.
And throughout the whole day, with every passing second beside him, walking hand in hand, feeling his strength, his heat, had been its own kind of torment.
Not having him inside her now, not being able to ride him, to feel his cock ramming into her again and again, it was like giving a starving woman a feast and telling her she could only look.
After all those years of emptiness, of aching, she had finally experienced what it meant to truly live, to truly feel,
Now that she knew what it felt like to have him stretch her, fill her, fuck her until she could barely think only for her to not have it for the whole day.
Torture. Absolute fucking torture.
So the moment he stepped inside, there was only one thought in her mind.
She needed him.
She needed to fuck now.