The sound of skin slapping against skin and moans of pleasure filled the air as mother and her son engaged in a sexual encounter unlike any other.

Mother’s body trembled under son’s weight as he pinned her down on the bed, his hands gripping her hips. She couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure as he entered her, his large cock filling her completely.

 Mother: Yes, yes. You’re the best. You’re the biggest, hardest, dirtiest prick I’ve ever had.

Son: (grunting) That’s it, let go of all that pent up frustration, you dirty old whore.

Mother: (screaming) Oh fuck, yes. You’re fucking me so good, I can’t believe I raised such a filthy, perverted son.

Son: (panting) And I can’t believe how much of a dirty, slutty mother you are. It runs in the family.

Mother: (yelling) Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me, you dirty little shit.

Son: (growling) I’ll give it to you all night long. You won’t be able to walk properly for a week, you filthy, cock-hungry whore.

Mother: (begging) Yes, yes, cum inside me, you dirty little motherfucker.

Son: (groaning) Oh god, yes. You’re so tight and wet. I’m gonna fill you up with my hot, dirty seed.

Mother: (crying out) Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.

Their words were like fuel to the fire, intensifying their passion. Son’s thrusts became harder and faster, and mother’s back arched as she rode the waves of pleasure. She felt alive and free, like she had never felt before.

As son picked up his mother from the bed and pulled her onto his lap, their bodies locked together in the butterfly sex position. They were face to face, their eyes burning with desire and their mouths spewing out the most vulgar and explicit words, each one trying to outdo the other.

Mother: (panting) You filthy bastard, how dare you make me want you like this? Grabbing me from behind and fucking me like an animal.

Son: (smirking) You love it, don’t you? You love being my dirty little toy, my cock-hungry whore.

Mother: (gasping) Yes, give it to me. Don’t hold back, you dirty son of a bitch.

Son: (biting her neck) I’ll give it to you hard, you slut. So hard that you won’t be able to sit down for days.

Mother: (moaning) Remember when you were a little boy, and I used to carry you around? Well now it’s time for you to carry me and fuck me like I’m your little bitch.

With every harsh, degrading word that escaped their lips, the intensity between mother and son only grew stronger.

Son: (grunting) Oh I’ll show you no mercy, mother. I’ll use you until you can’t take it anymore. 

Mother: (arches her back) Use me then, you fucking pervert. Use me until I’m worn out and begging for more. 

Son: (spanking her) You love this, don’t you? Being spanked and used like a slut.

 Mother: (crying out) Yes, I’m your slut. Your dirty little whore. Spank me harder, you bastard. 

The room was filled with the sound of their moans, groans, and cries of pleasure and pain.They were lost in their own world of lust and passion. Mother’s body was trembling with pleasure as her son took complete control over her.

Son: (nipping at her neck) You taste so fucking good, mother. I could do this forever.

Mother: (moaning) As long as you keep fucking me like this, I don’t want it to ever stop.

Son: (pinning her hands above her head) You’re my little toy, aren’t you? My plaything. My little whore.

Mother: (nodding eagerly) Yes, yes, I’m your toy. Use me however you want.

Son: (smirking) I will. I’ll use every part of you. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass. Until you’re nothing but a quivering, moaning mess.

Son grabbed his mother’s face tightly and kissed her passionately, biting her lips and ramming his tongue into her mouth. Mother let out a moan, her body responding to his rough touch.

With each rough kiss and slap on her face, mother became more and more aroused. She could feel the heat between her legs, and she knew she was in for a wild ride. 

Son’s hands roamed all over his mother’s body, leaving red marks and bruises in their wake. He was lost in his own lust, unable to control his actions. Mother’s moans only egged him on, encouraging him to use and abuse her more. Mother’s nails dug into her son’s back, leaving deep marks as she clawed at him in pleasure. 

Son grabbed mother’s face tightly and kissed her roughly, biting her lips and causing them to bleed. Mother moaned in pain but it only turned her on even more. She could feel the savage desire of her own son taking over her body, and she had no control over it.

Son slapped mother’s face hard, leaving red imprints of his fingers on her cheeks. But instead of feeling offended, mother only felt more aroused. 

Mother: How dare you slap me, you disgusting pervert!

Mother shouted back, slapping son’s face hard with her hand leaving a red mark on his cheek. 

They continued to slap each other’s face back and forth, each strike becoming harder and more intense. Their faces started to turn red from the force, but neither of them cared. It was a twisted form of foreplay for them, and they were both enjoying it.

Son: You think you can talk to me like that? You’re nothing but a slut, a whore, a bitch! I can do whatever I want with you!

Mother: You think you can control me? I’ll show you who’s in control!’ 

Mother’s eyes were now wide open and her lips were swollen from biting them in pleasure. With one hand, she gripped onto her son’s hair while the other delivered a powerful slap to his face. Her son let out a low growl and his hands griped her waist tightly, pulling her closer.

Mother: You like that, you filthy motherfucker?

As the slaps and insults continued, the atmosphere between mother and son became more and more heated. Their bodies were now pressed against each other, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The red marks on their faces were now accompanied by scratches and bite marks, but they didn’t care. They were both lost in the rush of adrenaline and desire.

 As mother grabbed his hair and buried his head in between her big boobs, he suckled on them like a hungry baby. The mother moaned in pleasure, her hands gripping his head tighter and pulling him closer.

Mother let out a moan of pleasure, her hands gripping tightly onto son’s hair. They both craved this kind of rough and dominating behavior, it was what made them feel alive.

Mother: Take it all, you dirty little bastard. Suck me dry.

Son: Mmmm, yes mother. I’ve been craving your sweet milk since I was a child. I can never get enough.

Mother: You want me to fill you up, don’t you? You want to drink from your mommy’s breasts like a greedy baby.

Son: Yes, give me your milk bitch. I want to drink from your sweet nectar.

With each word, their lust grew stronger, their wild actions becoming even more reckless. He continued to hungrily suck on her erect nipple, his mouth moving in rhythm with her moans. 

Son: I want to drink milk from your boobs again.

Mother : Don’t you know son of bitch, I can produce milk only after I become pregnant,

Son : Then let me make you pregnant, not one time but till you die. I’ll fuck you and make you pregnant again and again. 

Mother laughed, running her hands through her son’s hair.

Mother: I hope your penis don’t bear me, it will be broken after one baby.

Mother playfully taunted, goading her son to take her even harder.

Son: No, I want to show you how my this penis can produce babies. You can’t bear it, till one baby comes out you’ll be pregnant again, I won’t let you till our home filled by our children.

Mother: Oh, you think you can handle me, you piece of shit? I’ll make you beg for mercy once I squeeze this dick dry.

The mother and son continued their forbidden tryst, their words spilling out in a mixture of desire and aggression. Each one trying to outdo the other in their filthy talk.

Son: You slut, you love taking my dick don’t you? You can’t get enough of it.

Mother: That’s right you filthy motherfucker, I’ll drain you of every drop of cum.

Mother couldn’t help but tease and taunt her son.

Mother: You can’t handle me, little pervert. I’ve given birth to you; my body is used to this kind of pleasure. You won’t be able to last.

Son: Is that a challenge, bitch? I’ll show you just how much I can handle.

She let out a gasp as he pulled her legs until they were dangling off the edge of the bed, exposing her to him in a vulnerable position. Son’s eyes glinted with desire as he bent her over, her round buttocks captivating him. He bent her over in a doggy position and pushed his penis inside her already wet and eager pussy.

Mother: Fuck me harder, you piece of shit! Make me feel every inch of your dick.

Their reckless abandon was fueled by their insatiable desire for each other, a desire that had morphed into a twisted game of power and dominance.

Son’s hands gripped onto her hips, his thrusts growing more forceful. Mother let out a series of moans, her body responding to his every movement.

Son: You’re going to be pregnant again before you know it. My seed will fill you up and you won’t be able to resist me.

With one swift motion, Son thrust his hard member into his mother’s wet and eager pussy. Mother moaned in both pain and pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets as her son began to move in and out of her.

Mother: You’re going to get me pregnant again, you sick fuck. Don’t you have any shame?

Son: Shame? I have none when it comes to fucking you, bitch. You’re my whore and I’ll do whatever I want with you.

Mother: You’re nothing but a motherfucker, Son! A sick and twisted little pervert who can’t get off without his own mother.

The crude insults flew back and forth, each one propelling their lust and desire to new heights. The room echoed with the sounds of their slapping bodies and their vulgar language, as they reveled in their depraved desires.

As son pulled his mother’s hair towards him, she screamed in both pain and pleasure. He had always been rough with her, but lately, his actions had become more forceful and demanding.

Mother: You’re going to hell for this, you sick pervert. Fucking your own mother.

Son: And you’ll be right beside me, you horny bitch. We’ll fuck each other even harder there. The demons will tremble in fear at the sound of our screams.

Mother: (whispering) Don’t you ever leave me, bastard. Don’t you want me to live peacefully even in hell.

Son: (whispering back) I won’t be leaving, mother. And even in hell, I’ll make it feel like heaven for you.

As mother’s heart ached at the thought of being eternally condemned, her son continued to drive her to the brink of pleasure and pain. 

He started spanking her soft white buttocks, each hit eliciting a mixture of screams and scolding.

Mother: You dirty motherfucker! Fuck your own mother, you sick bastard!.

She yelled, her body arching as her son hit her even harder. Her white skin soon turned red and hot from the force of his spanks, but mother didn’t want him to stop. She wanted more, she needed more.

Son: Take it, you slut. Take all of it.

Mother moaned in ecstasy as her son continued to spank her, his hand leaving a trail of heat and pleasure on her skin.

The two of them were lost in a world of twisted pleasure and pain, completely oblivious to the flames of hell that surrounded them. Mother moaned and writhed as her son’s rough hands continued to explore her body.

Son: (breathing heavily) Your body is fucking amazing, mother. I can’t get enough of it.

Mother: (moaning) Yes…yes…give it to me, son. I want all of your dirty touches. I need them.

Son: (smirking) You hear that, demons? My mother is begging for my cock.

Mother: (gasping) Oh God, yes! Fuck me harder, you bastard. Make me scream!

Her son obeyed, thrusting into her with an animalistic ferocity that set her soul on fire. 

Son: You like it when I span…k you, don’t you mother? You dirty little slut. 

Mother: Yes, I do, you motherfucker. Spank me harder. 

Son: As you wish, you dirty whore. He spanks her even harder, causing her body to shake with pleasure and pain. 

Mother: Oh fuck, harder, you son of a bitch. 

Son: And what about your tits, huh? You like it when I grab them and pinch your hard nipples?

 Mother: Yes, use me however you want. I’m your slutty mother.

 Son: You’re damn right you are. Your nipples are so hard and aroused. 

Mother: Not as hard as your dick, you sick bastard. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had inside my pussy. Not even your father could satisfy me like this. 

Son: Good, I’m glad. I want to be the one to give you the most pleasure you’ve ever felt. 

Mother: You’re such a fucking dick. But I can’t deny how much pleasure you give me. 

Son: And I love hearing you scream and moan for me, you dirty bitch. 

Mother: I’ll scream and moan as loud as you want, you sick fuck. I’ll do anything to please you. 

Son: That’s right, you slut. Now spread your legs wider and let me fuck you harder. 

Mother: Yes, fuck me harder, you fucking pervert. I’m yours to use and abuse. 

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, trading harsh words and even harsher actions. But in that moment, they were both consumed with desire and pleasure, not caring about anything else.

The son continued to spank her, each hit sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, begging to be released. But her son wasn’t done with her yet. 

Son: Your ass needs some attention too, bitch.

 He spread her cheeks and gave her a sharp smack, causing her to scream again. Then he leaned over her back, grabbing her propelling boobs and pinching the tip of her erected nipples.

Son: Look at how hard your nipples are, you dirty slut. You can’t deny how much you love this.

 Mother: (breathless) Not as much as I love your hard cock inside of me. It’s the most satisfying thing I’ve ever had. Not even your father could satisfy me this way.

Son: Oh trust me, I know how much better I am compared to that asshole. He’s too busy with his stupid business to even realize what he has at home. But thanks to him, I get to have the most beautiful and busty bitch in the world to fuck whenever I want.

Mother: (moaning) Yes, punish me harder, you dirty motherfucker. Show me how much better you are than your pathetic father. You know I can’t resist your hard cock. It’s like a drug to me.

Son:  (slapping her ass) You’re my favorite whore, mother. No one can compare to you. No one can satisfy me like you do.

Mother: (screaming) Yes, harder! I’m your bitch, your whore, your slut. Just keep fucking me like this.

The two continued their wild and reckless coupling, not caring who heard or saw them. They were consumed by their lust for each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

He growled as he felt her wetness sliding on his hard member. He could feel her tight walls clenching around him, her moans becoming more frequent and desperate.

Mother: Oh god, I’m close. Fuck harder!

As she was at her peak, he couldn’t resist taking control. He took out his penis from her slick pussy, keeping her at high lust. Her body shaking with pleasure. But he didn’t want to end their sweet torture just yet. As he pulled out of her, much to her disappointment.

Mother: (scolding) You little bastard, why did you pull out? I needed your cock inside of me, you selfish prick.

But before she could finish her scolding, he slammed his lips onto hers, silencing her with a passionate and possessive kiss. He could feel her resistance faltering as she kissed him back, her tongue fighting for dominance.

Son: (growled against her lips) Shut the fuck up, mother. 

Son: Not so fast, mother. We have all day to play.

Mother: (panting) You cruel bastard. 

He grabbed her by the hair and turned her towards him, pushing his hard penis into her mouth. She eagerly lapped at it like a thirsty bitch, her moans muffled by the thick shaft in her mouth. He held her head still, thrusting deeper and deeper, enjoying the way she gagged and struggled against him.

Son: That’s it, you dirty slut. Suck my cock like you mean it.

Mother: (muffled) You…you little…motherfucker…

Son: (laughs) That’s right, mother. Take it all in.

With tears streaming down her face, she reluctantly opens her mouth and takes his hard penis back in, gagging and choking as he thrusts in and out. He holds her by the hair, controlling her every move as he moans and grunts with pleasure.

Son: Yes, that’s it. Keep sucking, you dirty whore.

Mother: (muffled) I fucking hate you. 

Son: (slapping her face) Shut up and suck.

He continues to use her mouth for his pleasure, thrusting harder and faster as she struggles to keep up. Her body is being used and abused by her own son, but she can’t deny the pleasure it brings her. 

Mother: (moaning) Oh fuck, your cock is so big. I can barely take it all in my mouth.

Son: (grinning) That’s it, mother. Take it all in like the dirty slut you are.

Mother: (vomiting sounds) I’m going to… (gags)…vomit.

Son: (thrusting deeper) Shut the fuck up and take it, you whore. You love being treated like a disgusting bitch, don’t you?

As he pulled out of her mouth, her saliva dripped down her chin onto the sheets, creating a wet and sticky mess. But he didn’t care, all he wanted was to take her again and again, making her crave and beg for his touch.

He could feel her saliva coating his cock, making it wet and slippery as she sucked him greedily. Her mouth was like a vacuum, eager to please and satisfy him. He moaned in pleasure as he felt her tongue swirl around his tip, her hand stroking his shaft. 

Son: That’s it, mother. Suck my cock like a good little bitch.

Mother: (growling) Take it, you fucking bastard! I’ll make you beg for mercy!

Son: (grinning) Is that all you’ve got, mother? I love it when you get rough.

She grabbed his cock and squeezed it tightly, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure. She continued to bite and suck on his sensitive member, leaving angry red marks all over it.

Mother: You think you can handle me, you little prick? You’re nothing but a dirty, perverted son of a bitch!

Son: (panting) Fuck, yes! I can handle anything you throw at me, mother. Show me how dirty and perverted you can be.

Mother: That’s it, son. Take all of this cock in your mouth. Suck it like you mean it.

Son: (moaning) Oh, fuck. Yes, mother. Your mouth feels so good. Keep going.

Mother: (biting his penis) I bet you love that, don’t you? Feeling my teeth sink into your hard cock. You’re such a fucking masochist.

Son: (crying out in pain) Fuck, that hurts. But I love it. I love how fucking sadistic you are.

Mother: (laughing) You’re a sick fuck, son. Just like your whore of a mother.

Son: Yeah, that’s right. I’m a sick fuck just like you, mother. And I don’t give a shit.

As he pulled her hair, he made her stand in front of him on the floor. She stood there, 6 feet tall and busty, towering over her son who was only 5 feet tall. Her body was like a curvy guitar, with her white skin glistening with sweat. Her beautiful face adorned with a mole on her lower big lip. And her chest, bearing the most succulent fruits – her big round boobs with full with erected brown nipples that were begging to be sucked. And her pussy, clean shaven and glistening with desire, was just too tempting for him to resist. He couldn’t help but admire her nude body, his own desire intensifying with each passing second. But before he could do anything, his mother snapped him back to reality.

Mother: (slapping him hard) Wake the fuck up, son! Where the hell were you just now? 

Son: (rubbing his cheek) Sorry, mother. Your beauty just distracted me for a moment. You’re the most stunning bitch I’ve ever seen. And I just couldn’t help but admire your big, beautiful, busty body. I can’t get enough of you.

Mother: You little pervert. Always drooling over your own mother like a horny dog. You’re fucking sick, do you know that? But I love it. I love how you can’t get enough of me, no matter how much I tease and torture you. 

Son: (mocking laughter) Oh, I’m the pervert? Look at yourself, mother. You’re the one standing here naked, offering yourself to your own son. What kind of twisted bitch does that? 

Mother: (smirking) A twisted bitch who will make you her little bitch. Now come here, carry me in your lap like a good boy. I’m tired of sitting and sleeping. I need you to carry me and fuck me like the whore I am.

Son: (smirking) Oh, I’ll carry you alright. But not like a good boy, more like a fucking boss. 

Son carried his mother in his lap, her legs wide open as he held onto them tightly. She was completely lifted off the ground, her body pressed against his. Her hands were gripping his shoulders tightly, the anticipation of being dominated by her son sending shivers down her spine.

Mother: (moaning) Oh god, that’s it son. Carry me like a little slut. Fuck me hard and rough. Show me who’s in charge here.

Son: (smirking) You like that, don’t you? Being carried like a helpless little fuck toy. You’re soaking wet, mother. I can feel it against my stomach.

Mother: (gasping) You dirty bastard. You know I can’t resist you. Just like I couldn’t resist you when you were a little boy, always trying to catch a glimpse of my tits.

Son: (laughing) And now I can see them anytime I want. (squeezing her breasts) So big and round. Just like you. A big, curvy slut who can’t get enough of her own son.

Mother: (moaning) Yes, I’m a naughty bitch. And you’re a dirty little fucker. Just like your father.

Son: (growling) Don’t you dare compare me to him. I’m nothing like that asshole.

Mother: (laughing) Oh you’re worse. So much worse. And I love it. (bites his chest) Now fuck me harder, you filthy beast.

Son: (panting) You want it harder? Fine. (thrusting his cock deeper) Take it, you fucking whore. Take it all.

Mother: (clawing his back) Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me, you bastard. Show me what your dick can do.

Son: (grinning) My dick can do a lot, mother. And I’m just getting started.

He pounded her pussy harder and harder while she moaned and screamed in pleasure, her body shaking with every thrust.

Mother: (screaming) Yes, yes, fuck me harder son! Make me come all over your thick cock! Show me who’s boss!

Son gritted his teeth as he clenched onto his mother’s thighs, feeling the strain in his arms from carrying her full weight. But he refused to let her down, not when he had her in such a vulnerable position.

He found a way to carry her without straining himself, with his hands gripping her buttcheeks, he thrusted harder and faster, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the room. The mother’s moans grew louder and her legs wrapped around her son’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Mother: (panting) Oh god, son. I can’t take it anymore. I need water. My throat is so dry from screaming your name. 

Son: (smirking) Don’t worry, mother. I’ll quench your thirst. (leans down and kisses her, sharing his saliva) How’s that? 

Mother: (moaning) Oh fuck. I don’t care where the water comes from. Just give it to me.

Son: (laughing) You’re such a dirty little slut. Begging for my saliva like it’s water. 

Mother: (growling) Shut the fuck up and carry me to the kitchen, you motherfucking bastard.

Son: (grinning) As you wish, mother. My little bitch.

He continued to carry her with her legs wrapped around his waist, their bodies still connected as he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water and brought it to her lips, making sure she drank every drop. 

Mother: (gasping and moaning) Thank you, son. Now fuck me harder. 

Son: (smirking) With pleasure, bitch. 

He carried her back to the bedroom and resumed thrusting into her with even more intensity. Their moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of their bodies slapping together. 

Mother: (screaming) Oh yes. Fuck me, you big-dicked son of a bitch. 

Son: (grunting) You like that, mother? You like my big dick pounding your tight pussy? 

Mother: (clawing his back) Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop. Keep fucking me. I’m your dirty little fuck toy. Your slut. Your whore. 

Son: (growling) That’s right. You belong to me, mother. All mine. 

Mother: (panting) Just like I always belonged to you. My son. My everything.

The intense heat between them was becoming too much for him to handle. He could feel his own desire for his mother reaching its peak, and he knew she was feeling the same way. In one swift motion, he threw her onto the bed, her back hitting the mattress with a thud. Without a second thought, he grabbed her legs and spread them wide open, his hard penis throbbing with need. He pushed himself inside her once more, and they both moaned in pleasure as their bodies connected once again. Attaching his whole body to hers, their lips locking in a furious kiss.

Their chests pressed against each other, their thighs rubbing against one another as he stroked deeply, with every thrust eliciting a moan of pleasure from his mother.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat as they continued to fuck, lost in the intense pleasure they were giving each other.

Mother: (grunting) Harder, son! Fuck me harder! I want to feel you deep inside me!

Son: (grunting) Yes, mother! Cum for me! Show me how much you love it when I fuck you like this!

The bed creaked and groaned under their weight, as if it too couldn’t handle the intensity of their fucking session. The mother and son were both lost in their own world, completely consumed by the pleasure they were giving and receiving. They couldn’t even form coherent sentences, only able to express themselves through screams and moans.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat as they continued their intense fucking session. They were both speechless, lost in the pleasure that only they could create together. The only sound that filled the room was their screams and moans, growing louder and more desperate with each thrust.

The bed was also feeling the effects of their passionate lovemaking, moving along with their bodies. It creaked and groaned, joining in on the symphony of pleasure and desire.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, they both reached their peak. His penis crawled deeper inside her pussy, hitting all the right spots. They were both shaken and released their body fluids, completely satisfied with their taboo encounter.

Mother: (still panting) Fuck, son. That was amazing. 

Son: (catching his breath) You were amazing, mother. I can’t believe how good you feel. 

Mother: (smirking) You can thank your whore of a mother for that. 

Son: (laughing) You know, you’re not so bad yourself, slut.

 Mother: (giggling) We make a great pair, don’t we?

 Son: (kissing her) The best, mother.

 As they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their forbidden love, they knew that no words could truly express the intensity of their passion.