Elena woke before the sun, body humming with a single, greedy thought.
She rolled onto her side, propped herself on one elbow, and watched Lucas sleep: lips parted, lashes dark against his cheeks, chest rising slow and steady.
His cock lay thick and heavy across his thigh, already half-hard in that innocent morning way.
She didn't wake him with a kiss.
She woke him with her tits.
Carefully, silently, she straddled his chest, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his ribs.
Her breasts hung full and heavy above his face, nipples dark and tight, a bead of clear fluid already pearling at each tip.
She lowered herself until the soft weight of them brushed his lips.
Lucas stirred, eyes fluttering open to the most perfect alarm clock in existence.
The moment he realized what was happening, his hands came up to cup her, thumbs brushing the wet tips.
"Mom…" His voice cracked with sleep and awe.
"Suck," she whispered. "Drink me, baby. I woke up aching for your mouth."
He obeyed instantly.
Mouth latching onto her left nipple, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he pulled hard.
The first draw sent lightning straight to her clit.
Elena moaned, low and filthy, grinding her bare pussy against his sternum, leaving a slick trail.
He switched sides, greedy, sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
His hands kneaded her tits, pushing them together so he could lick from one nipple to the other, gathering every drop.
Within minutes she was trembling.
Her hips rolled faster, clit dragging over his skin, pussy clenching on nothing.
"Lucas… baby… don't stop… Mommy's gonna cum just from this…"
He growled around her nipple, sucked even harder, one hand sliding down to cup her ass and help her grind.
The pressure built, hot and urgent, until she shattered.
She came with a broken cry, back arching, tits thrust deeper into his mouth as her pussy pulsed and squirted onto his chest in warm, rhythmic jets.
He kept sucking through all of it, swallowing every drop, until she was shaking and sobbing his name.
Only then did he release her nipple with a wet pop, both of them glistening with milk and spit.
Elena slid down his body, leaving a wet path, until she was face-to-face with his cock: fully erect now, angry-red and leaking.
She guided him inside her in one slow, deliberate glide.
They both groaned at the perfect fit.
Missionary, slow and deep.
Legs wrapped high around his waist, ankles locked.
Faces inches apart, noses brushing, breath mingling.
No words at first.
Just eye contact that stripped them bare.
Lucas rolled his hips in long, lazy strokes, every inch dragging over her sensitive walls.
Elena met him thrust for thrust, inner muscles fluttering around him like a heartbeat.
Minutes blurred into an hour.
The sun crept across the bed, painting them gold.
She came again, softer this time, a gentle wave that rippled through her whole body, tears spilling over her lashes.
"Look at me," Lucas whispered, voice thick. "I want to see you when I fill you."
Elena forced her eyes open, locked on his.
He pushed deep, held still, and let go: pulse after thick pulse of cum flooding her, overflowing instantly, leaking out around his cock in creamy rivulets.
They stayed joined, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.
"I love you," she said, voice cracked open. "More than my own life."
Lucas kissed the tears from her cheeks.
"I love you too, Mom. Every second. Every inch. Every drop."
They didn't move for hours.
Just tiny rocks, soft kisses, whispered promises.
He stayed inside her until he was hard again, then again, then again, slow and endless, until the sheets were soaked beneath them and the room smelled only of sex and love.
Eventually hunger won.
Elena finally lifted off him with a wet sound, a river of cum following that made them both laugh, breathless and giddy.
She scooped some onto her fingers, fed it to him, then licked the rest from her own skin.
"Breakfast in bed tomorrow," she teased, voice husky. "I'll wake you the same way."
Lucas pulled her down for one more slow, filthy kiss.
"Every morning," he promised. "Forever."
The sun was bleeding orange across the lake when Elena stepped outside wearing nothing but a thin white sundress.
No bra. No panties. Just cotton so worn it was practically see-through, clinging to every curve, nipples dark against the fabric, hem fluttering high on her thighs.
She walked straight to the porch railing, bent over it, and looked back at Lucas through the open door.
"Come claim me, baby," she called, voice husky with need. "I want the whole sky to watch you put a baby in your mother."
Lucas was behind her in three strides, sweatpants kicked off somewhere between the couch and the door.
His cock jutted up against his stomach, eleven inches of rigid, dripping hunger.
He didn't speak.
Just flipped the dress up over her hips, baring her fat ass and the slick, swollen lips already parted and waiting.
One hand splayed across her lower back, pinning her.
The other guided his cock to her entrance.
He pushed in slow, letting her feel every vein, every throb, until his hips met her ass and they both groaned at the perfect stretch.
Then he started to fuck her like he meant it.
Long, deep strokes that lifted her onto her toes with every thrust.
The railing creaked under her grip.
Her tits bounced free of the dress, swinging heavy and wild, nipples scraping the rough wood.
"Look at that sunset," he growled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "That's how red I'm gonna paint your insides."
Elena pushed back to meet him, ass rippling, pussy gushing around his cock in obscene, wet sounds that carried across the water.
"Harder," she begged. "Breed me, Lucas. Fill me so full it leaks for days. Give Mommy your baby."
He lost it.
One arm banded under her tits, hauling her upright, back arched against his chest.
The other hand slid down to rub tight, ruthless circles over her clit.
He pounded into her like a piston, balls slapping her clit with every brutal thrust.
The sky turned crimson, mirroring the flush racing over her skin.
Elena came first, violently, pussy clamping down so hard he had to fight to keep moving.
She screamed his name into the dusk, squirting in long arcs that splashed the porch boards beneath them.
Lucas slammed deep one final time and erupted.
"Take it," he snarled against her ear. "Every fucking drop."
She felt it: rope after thick rope of hot cum flooding her womb, pulse after pulse, until it overflowed and ran in thick streams down her thighs.
He stayed buried, grinding, making sure nothing escaped.
When he finally pulled out, a torrent followed, pooling on the wood between her feet.
Elena turned in his arms, dress still bunched at her waist, face glowing with sweat and love.
She dropped to her knees right there on the wet porch, licked him clean, slow and worshipful, then stood and kissed him so he could taste himself on her tongue.
Lucas scooped her up, carried her inside, laid her on the couch without bothering to close the door.
He slid back inside her still-spasming pussy, slow and gentle now, rocking them both through the aftershocks.
"Again tomorrow," she whispered against his lips, legs wrapped tight around his waist. "Every golden hour. Every sunset. Until I'm swollen with you."
Lucas kissed her deep, hips rolling lazy, cock already thickening again.
"Every single day," he promised. "Until the whole world knows you're mine."
Outside, the sun slipped below the horizon, painting the lake blood-red.
Inside, mother and son stayed joined on the couch, leaking, laughing, planning the rest of their lives one slow thrust at a time.
Elena drifted in that soft, syrupy place between sleep and waking, the kind where the body is heavy and the mind is still floating.
She felt the warm weight of Lucas curled behind her, one arm under her breasts, the other draped over her hip.
His breath was slow and steady against her neck.
Then she felt something else: the blunt, familiar pressure of his cockhead nudging between her thighs, sliding through the slick mess they'd left hours ago.
He was still asleep; she could tell by the lazy, instinctive roll of his hips, the soft little grunt he made every time he pushed forward.
He was fucking her in his dreams.
Elena's heart stuttered.
She didn't move.
Didn't open her eyes.
Just let him use her.
The first slow thrust breached her, thick and perfect, stretching her open on a cock that never truly softened anymore.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning, kept her body limp, thighs relaxed so he could take whatever he needed.
Lucas's sleeping brain took over.
His hips found a rhythm: deep, unhurried strokes that bottomed out every time, his balls pressing warm against her clit.
Each push forced a fresh gush of last night's cum out around his shaft, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room.
Elena's pussy fluttered helplessly.
She felt herself getting wetter, hotter, her walls rippling around him even though she hadn't moved a muscle.
He fucked her like that for what felt like forever: slow, greedy, possessive.
His hand slid up in his sleep to cup one heavy breast, thumb brushing her nipple in lazy circles.
His other hand tightened on her hip, pulling her back to meet every unconscious thrust.
She came without warning, a soft, rolling orgasm that started deep in her belly and spread outward in warm waves.
Her pussy clamped down hard, milking him in rhythmic pulses, but she stayed perfectly still, breath caught in her throat, tears leaking from the corners of her closed eyes.
That was what woke him.
Lucas jerked, hips stuttering, then froze balls-deep inside her.
"Mom…?" His voice was rough with sleep and sudden, shocked lust.
Elena finally opened her eyes, looked back at him over her shoulder, lips parted.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "You were dreaming about breeding me. Finish it."
His eyes went dark.
He pulled back slow, almost all the way out, then slammed home so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.
Once. Twice. Again. Again.
Elena cried out, no longer pretending to be asleep, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust.
"Harder," she begged. "Wake up and fill me, baby. Give Mommy what you were trying to give me in your sleep."
Lucas lost control.
He fucked her like an animal: one arm locked under her tits, the other pinning her thigh high and wide, opening her completely.
The bed rocked, sheets tangling around their ankles.
Every stroke nudged her cervix; every withdrawal dragged his fat cockhead across her G-spot until she was sobbing.
She came again, harder, squirting around him in messy pulses that soaked his balls and the mattress beneath them.
Lucas buried his face in her neck, teeth grazing her shoulder.
"Take it," he growled. "Take every drop of what you do to me."
He slammed deep and erupted: thick, endless ropes of cum flooding her already-stuffed pussy, overflowing instantly, running down her thighs in sticky rivers.
He kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper, until they were both shaking and gasping.
When he finally stilled, cock still pulsing inside her, Elena reached back and cupped his face.
"I want to wake up like that every morning," she whispered, voice wrecked. "Your cock using me before you even know you're awake."
Lucas kissed her slow and filthy, hips giving one last lazy grind.
"Then I'll never wake up any other way," he promised.
They stayed spooned together, still joined, cum still leaking, drifting back into sleep with the sunrise painting them gold through the window.