The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window as Madelyn set the breakfast table, her hands moving on instinct while her mind remained a whirlwind of thoughts.
Her heart still pounded from the lingering traces of last night, and she looked damn delicious.
However, the man, her husband, however, had no intentions of appreciating such a beautiful scene.
It was about 8:00 A.M in the morning when Shane finally woke up and headed downstairs.
The first thing that hit him was the smell of the freshly brewed coffee.
It was a pleasant smell.
Madelyn was always an early bird, waking up before him.
He had no idea why she didn't quit her job at the college.
She was his wife and his money was more than enough to sustain her luxurious lifestyle.
But he didn't care about that, he would rather not have her at home anyway.
Madelyn didn't know her husband didn't want her anywhere near her and even if she knew she wouldn't care.
After all, the man she loved and cared about wanted her in his arms anytime, anywhere, why would she care?
Shane sat down with a tired sigh, rubbing his temples. "I slept like a rock," he muttered, reaching for his coffee.
"You were already up?"
Hearing his words, the woman stiffened, thinking about something, she gripped the handle of the pan a little too tightly. "Yeah."
Shane didn't see her reaction, taking a sip of his coffee, he sniffed the air, and his brow furrowed. "What's that smell?"
Mixed with the smell of coffe, he could sniff something else.
Although it wasn't bad by any means, but it felt strangely familiar.
Well..it's not like it matters anyway.
However, he didn't know that what he thought didn't matter almost gave someone a heartattack in the morning.
Fuck!!
Her stomach dropped.
Her breath hitched.
A wave of heat rushed to Madelyn face and she crossed her thighs.
The pair of mother and son were too engrossed in passion last night that they forgot about the time and slept in each other's embrace, resulting in her waking up a bit late and not having the time to clean herself.
Her body still carried the lingering traces of last night's forbidden passion.
Panic surged through her, but she quickly masked it.
"Oh, I think I spilled some milk earlier," she said, waving a hand dismissively.
"I tried to clean it up, but maybe the smell is still lingering."
'Milk.'
He frowned but didn't question it further.
After all, it didn't matter to him what she was doing.
He couldn't do her anyway.
She exhaled, gripping the edge of the counter to steady herself.
Thank God he'd been too exhausted last night to wake up. If he had, if he'd noticed she was gone...
Her fingers clenched around the hem of her apron.
She still couldn't believe it.
She had been so consumed by passion that she spent the entire night in her son's bed--while her husband had been right here in the house.
Luckily, she had woken up before him and managed to clean up some of the mess. Otherwise...
'And that guy..he didn't stop whole night.'
Her cunt throbbed with soreness, still filled with his seed, a dull ache pulsing with every step.
God knows how she managed to stand, let alone walk, as exhaustion weighed down every inch of her body.
However, thinking about how her son sought her whole night, the way he kissed her, the way he took her, owned her,
She glanced towards her son's room.
He was probably still sleeping.
After the mother and son co fessed, they had gone a step further, she had gotten rid of his clothes, kissing every inch of his toned body before he lay back against the pillows and she climbed on top, taking her sweet time lowering onto his throbbing meat.
His fingers gripped her hips, thrusting upwards, his cock spreading her open, pushing deep within, hitting that one spot that made her scream.
Then, without warning, he rolled her over and she lay on her back, looking up at him, a dark lusty gaze that made her want to beg him to fuck her.
He kissed her, deep, rough, teeth tugging her bottom lip before trailing kisses along her jaw.
His cock slid in and out, in and out, pounding her so hard her body rocked back and forth.
Her nails raked down his back, his name on her tongue, his name spilling from her lips with each thrust of his cock, her entire body trembling, tightening, so close.
It was when she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in closer, that she came, convulsing, toes curling, back arching off the bed.
She came apart in his arms and he kept fucking her through her release, his hand on her breast, his mouth on hers.
He rode it out with her, groaning when she dug her nails into his skin, still pulsing, milking his cock until he couldn't take it anymore and came inside her womb.
Thinking about all this, feeling her son's seeds still inside her, Madelyn couldn't bring herself to deny one thing.
No matter how exhausted or sore she felt in the aftermath, no matter how much she wanted to blame him for being so insatiable, or blame herself for being so careless--she knew.
Even if she had another chance...
She would still do it all over again.
Now, she could barely think of anything else except him.
Remembering how his skin felt against hers.
The way his lips moved against hers, his hands on her skin, the way his body felt when he was inside her.
She couldn't believe it.
She was so in love.
Even if that love was forbidden.
She couldn't help herself.
"I've already made breakfast, eat it while it's hot."
He nodded.
He wasn't really in the mood to eat this early, but his stomach growled and he felt his appetite returning.
Maybe, the night flight and long sleep was making him feel more refreshed and hungry.
Madelyn was a great cook, and the delicious meal, along with the fresh coffee, made him feel better.
'Are you going to work today?'
She wanted to ask him, after all, she wanted to spend some lovey dovey time with her son.
Even though her pussy was sore from being fucked all night, that didn't mean she couldn't do anything else.
She wanted to be alone with her son.
However, here he was laying on the sofa, reading the newspaper as if in no hurry.
However, she felt saying this might get suspicious, after all, they never talked about it anyway.
"Dad, aren't you going to work?"
It's just she forgot..there was someone else who wanted her even more.
.
.
.
Well..time goes back a few minutes.
Jake Dawson, after a passionate night with his mom, woke up at 9:00 am in the morning and the first thing he did was to look by his side.
Seeing the woman not by his side, he felt a bit bored and got out of the bed.
He didn't even bother to wear his shorts or anything, after all, he knew
