Don’t Tell Your Son I Filled His Mom(3)🍑🍆💦

Chapter 14

Jaxon’s POV

These past few weeks had been crawling by since that day in the locker room.

No texts. No sneaky glances at pickup.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Ever since her husband, Mr Reyes, was back from his business trip, everything suddenly went back to normal. No message, no surprises. Just her spending quality time with her family.

I stopped visiting frequently too. I guessed it was all for the best. It was time for me to start afresh, on a clean slate.

I told myself it was over. No more taboos. Just a clean break. I even thought about getting a girlfriend.

Smart.

But every night, I’d lock my door and scroll through my hidden and pull up a blurry pic she’d sent to me sometimes ago (her in a low cut top; her lower breast showing, and that devilish smile of hers she always put on as if she knew exactly what I was about to do), and stroke myself raw thinking about her stretched around me, her pussy clenching when I whispered I’d fill her again. I came hard every time, biting my pillow hard so no one in my house would hear me groan her name.

The cycle repeated until Sunday night came.

I received a casual text from Marcus. “Mom’s making her famous enchiladas. Come through at 7? Dad’s home too.

“Hmmm… idk man, might be busy.” I typed back.

I was lying obvi. I had nothing to do apart from sitting in my room, jerking to Elena and spending the rest of the night listening to the sounds of my mom getting her organs rearranged by one of her men.

Sigh.

Sometimes I used to wonder how she thought she was fit to be a mom. I mean, all it took to change everything was a drug.

The chirp of my phone dragged me out from my life questioning.

Marcus had replied.

“Anyways, would take that as a maybe. I’d tell mom to make extra then and you better don’t allow it to waste.” He ended the message with a frowning emoji.

I smiled before heading down the stairs to find anything to distract me.

…..

It was 6:57 and I was still sprawled out on the couch. A popcorn by my side as I played a game on the PlayStation.

The door suddenly clicked open and mom came in looking… her as usual; a wreck. Stumbling behind her was a man I’d never seen before.

Tall. Bearded. Confused.

Was he…

An Indian??

What the fuck did mom get herself into again?

Mom beamed at me with glossy eyes, clearly drunk.

“Babbyyyy,” she sang, words melting into each other like a musical. “Meet the love of my life.”

Of course.

Love of her life number… I stopped counting at eight.

I placed a hand on the bridge of my nose, clearly disgusted.

The man stepped forward and gave me a polite smile.

“Bonjour, ça va bien, merci.”

I blinked.

I looked at him.

Then at her.

Then back at him.

“Sir,” I said slowly. “Aren’t you supposed to be Indian?”

He froze.

Mom swayed beside him like a decorative palm tree in a storm.

He cleared his throat. “I… I believe love is multicultural.”

Mom clapped. “See? So smart!”

He looked at me, smiling awkwardly.

There was a long, heavy pause.

I should’ve accepted Marcus’s invitation.

“You know what?” I said, rubbing my temples. “I do not have the emotional stamina for this. I’m heading out.”

Mom gasped. “Rajesh, my soulmate!”

“Mom I’m not your Rajesh, he is!” I stormed out angrily.

Left with no other choice, I found myself walking towards Marcus’ house.

When I walked through their front door, the smell of cumin and melting cheese hit me first. Then her.

Elena stood at the kitchen island, apron tied over a simple sundress that hugged her tits and flared at her hips. Her hair was up in her usual messy bun with a few loose strands against her neck.

She looked innocent; wifey material like she hadn’t had my dick down her ass in the school locker room.

Mr Reyes and Marcus were on the couch in the living room, yelling at the TV during the basketball game.

Noticing me, they turned their heads only to wave before returning their gaze back to the screen.

Perfect cover.

I headed towards the kitchen, offering to help. She gave me a small, polite kind of smile. The kind of smile moms give their son’s friends and then she handed me a knife for the salad.

We stood side by side at the counter, close enough that her hip brushed mine every time she reached for a tomato. I let my hand drop low, my palm sliding over the curve of her ass giving her a gentle squeeze.

She froze for a second before turning to me and whispering.

“Stop. He’s right there. This is bad, Jax.”

She had given me a nickname.

The way it rolled out of her mouth made my dick throb.

My gaze shifted towards the two guys that were drowned in their game play.

Hmm…they won’t notice, I said to myself.

I leaned in, placing my lips close to her ear. “You think this is bad? You weren’t saying that when you were squirting on the locker room sink. Moaning like a slut for my cock while your son was on the court.”

Her breath hitched. I could see her nipples peeking against the thin dress fabric.

“Your husband doesn’t deserve this pussy,” I continued, my voice barely audible. “He leaves for weeks, comes back, and you’re still dripping for a kid half his age. You need to be filled properly. Bred. Don’t you?”

She whimpered softly, involuntarily. Her thighs pressed together.

I dropped a spoon on purpose, clattering on the ground.

“Pick it up,” I ordered quietly.

She hesitated, before bending slowly, her ass pushing back towards me. I stepped behind her, shoving her underneath the space of the counter before unzipping.

My dick sprang out, hard and throbbing, waiting to be welcomed by that hot mouth of hers.

Knowing what to do, she wrapped her hands around it, taking her tongue from the shaft downwards, swirling and pushing deeper into her mouth.

When I felt it reaching her throat, I groaned. “Fuck… you give the best head, Elena. Knew you would. Always knew.”

She hummed around my dick in response, causing the vibration to shoot straight to my balls.

Her head bobbed; slow at first, then faster, making wet and sloppy sounds. She gagged softly when I pushed deeper into her throat, but didn’t stop.

I placed a hand on her head guiding her rhythm as I threw my head to the back in pleasure.

Marcus’s voice cut through from the couch. “Yo, J, you good? You’re making weird noises.”

I cleared my throat, gripping the edge of the counter.

“The onions be burning my eyes man, I’m fine.”

He stood up, walked over and stood right in the other side of the counter, directly above where his mom was on her knees, my cock buried in her mouth.

I looked down. Her eyes flicked up, a bit of evil and wicked glittering in them. She pulled my dick out of her mouth before slamming it back into her throat.

I twitched, my hips jerking forward.

Marcus frowned. “Dude, your face is red as hell. You sure you’re okay?”

“Fine,” I gritted out, trying hard not to let out a groan.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked.

He glanced around. “She went upstairs, I think. Probably grabbing something.”

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking deeper. I felt her tongue flick the slit, tasting precum. My balls tightened.

Marcus leaned closer, looking worried. “You look like you’re about to pass out–”

Mr Reyes called from the living room, saving me from Marcus’s questioning stares.

“Marcus! Grab the beers from the truck with me, let’s go.”

Marcus hesitated, eyes on me then shrugged. “Just be good bro, brb.”

He turned to meet his dad before heading out together.

Immediately the door clicked shut, I yanked her up by the arms. Spun her. Lifted her up the counter on her backs, her legs spread with her dress rucked to her waist.

I slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing through the air.

“You dare act filthy with your son right above you?” Another slap. Red blooming over her skin.

“Sucking me off like a greedy little slut under the table?”

She moaned, arching.

“Yes…fuck yes.”

I spread her wider, looking at her. Her pussy wasted no time getting soaked, glistening, swollen and dripping onto the granite.

“See how wet you are just from choking on my cock?” I growled. “Look at your mouth, still dripping my cum.”

She licked her lips. “I’m full here, daddy… breed me down here too.”

I slid one finger into her ass, slowly then two. Stretching wide, she whimpered, pushing back. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small bullet vibrator I’d started carrying everywhere since that locker room. I clicked it on then pressed it into her pussy.

She arched her back, breathing a sigh of relief like she’d been waiting for it.

I rubbed my dick against her wetness before shoving into her ass, slow at first, then deeper. She gasped, her head falling to the back.

“Take it,” I rasped. “Take every inch while your husband and son are outside. While they think you’re the perfect wife and mom.”

She moaned louder. “Harder… fuck my ass, Jaxon…fill it…own it.”

I fucked her rough. Deep. The vibe buzzing in her pussy. Her body shook, her tits bouncing under the dress, nipples hard as pebbles. Her ass kept squelching, making lewd sounds as she used her hands to spread wider.

“Gonna cum in your tight little ass,” I growled. “Then flip you over and pump your pussy full. Breed you while they’re gone.”

Her ass clenched around me. “Yes…yes daddy…come inside me…”

We climbed together, her moans turned to cries as my thrusts became faster.

We screamed each other's name. Raw and broken, right as–

The kitchen door clicked open.

“Mom? Jason?”

I froze. Buried deep in his mom’s ass, the vibrator still buzzing. Her pussy clenching around nothing, my cock pulsing just a heartbeat away from spilling.

Good things weren’t meant to last forever.

But I wished this could’ve continued.