Forbidden Family Fuck: Horny Mom Rides Son’s Big Cock While Dad Pounds Daughter – All Holes Filled part 2

Mom Son Taboo Sex: Horny MILF Fucks Her Big Dick Son – Family Incest with Dad and Daughter (Full Series)Part 2: Rising Heat and Hidden TouchesThe days after Christmas blurred into a lazy holiday haze in the Thompson household. With Emily home from college, Mike taking a few extra days off from the shop, and Jake on break from his community college classes, the big suburban house in Oakridge felt fuller than it had in months. The California winter was mild—sunny afternoons perfect for lounging by the heated pool or chilling in the finished basement with the home theater system blaring movies.But underneath the normal family routines, something was shifting. Sarah couldn’t stop thinking about the way Jake’s young, hard body felt pressed against hers during that pool hug. His cock—thick and insistent even through his swim trunks—had throbbed against her thigh, and she’d felt her pussy clench instantly, a rush of wetness soaking her bikini bottoms. At 45, she was hornier than she’d been in years, and her son’s newfound manhood was like a drug.Jake was no better. Every time he saw his mom bend over in her skin-tight yoga pants—those black Lululemon ones that hugged her thick ass like a second skin—his dick would twitch and harden. He’d excuse himself to the bathroom or his room to stroke it furiously, imagining peeling those pants down and burying his face between her cheeks. The guilt was there, faint, but the lust was stronger.Mike noticed little things, but brushed them off. Sarah seemed extra affectionate lately—more hugs, more lingering touches on his arm—but he chalked it up to holiday spirit. And Jake staring at his mom a bit too long? The kid was 19; hormones were normal. Nothing to worry about.Emily, blissfully oblivious, spent her days texting college friends, shopping online, or napping off the break laziness. She loved being home, but she hadn’t picked up on the electric tension brewing between her mom and brother.One afternoon, Mike headed out for a quick golf round with his buddies, promising to be back by dinner. Emily was upstairs FaceTiming a sorority sister, giggling about some frat party story. That left Sarah and Jake alone downstairs.Sarah was in the kitchen prepping snacks—slicing fruit in a loose tank top that gaped at the sides, no bra, her heavy D-cups swaying freely. Tiny denim shorts rode up her ass, showing the bottom curves of her cheeks. Jake walked in wearing gray sweatpants—the kind that showed everything—and a tight t-shirt that stretched over his football-built chest.”Hey, sweetie,” Sarah said, glancing over her shoulder with a smile that lingered a beat too long. “Want some watermelon?””Sure, Mom.” Jake leaned against the island, eyes dropping to her ass as she bent to grab a bowl from the lower cabinet. The shorts wedged up, flashing a hint of her smooth-shaved pussy lips. No panties again. His cock stirred immediately, thickening down his thigh.Sarah straightened and turned, catching his stare. Instead of calling him out, she just smirked and slid the bowl across. Their fingers brushed—electric. She didn’t pull away.”You’ve been working out a lot,” she said softly, eyes flicking down to his growing bulge. “Looks good on you.”Jake swallowed hard. “Thanks. You… you look amazing too. Always.”Sarah stepped closer, her tits brushing his arm as she reached past him for knives. “Flatterer. Help me cut these?”They stood side by side at the counter, hips almost touching. Every time Sarah leaned forward, her ass grazed Jake’s crotch. The first time, he froze. The second, he didn’t move away. By the third, his cock was fully hard, tenting his sweatpants obscenely.Sarah felt it press against her soft cheek and let out a soft “Mmm.” She wiggled back just a little, grinding subtly.”Mom…” Jake whispered, voice thick.She turned her head, green eyes dark with lust. “What, baby? Something wrong?”His hands found her hips instinctively. “You’re… you’re driving me crazy.”Sarah pressed back harder, feeling his thick length nestle between her ass cheeks through the thin fabrics. “Am I? Tell me how.”Jake groaned quietly, thumbs tracing her hip bones. “Your body… fuck, Mom. It’s perfect.”She reached back, hand sliding up his thigh to cup his heavy balls through the sweats. “And this… God, you’re so big now. Bigger than your dad.”Jake thrust forward involuntarily, dry-humping her ass slowly.

Sarah moaned, pushing back to meet him. Her nipples hardened visibly under the tank, poking like diamonds.Upstairs, Emily’s call ended, but she stayed in her room scrolling TikTok.Down in the kitchen, Sarah turned in Jake’s arms, pressing her tits against his chest. She tilted her head up—her lips inches from his. “We shouldn’t… but I can’t stop thinking about you.”Jake’s hands slid down to squeeze her ass, pulling her tight. “Me neither. I want you so bad.”Their lips hovered, breaths mingling. Sarah’s hand wrapped around his cock through the fabric, stroking slowly. It was huge—easily 9 inches, thick as her wrist. She whimpered. “Feel what you do to Mommy?”Jake kissed her neck instead of her mouth, sucking lightly. “You’re so wet—I can smell it.”Sarah guided his hand under her shorts. His fingers found slick, bare pussy lips. He rubbed her clit gently, making her knees buckle.”Oh fuck, yes… just like that, baby.”They ground together for minutes—kissing necks, ears, shoulders. Jake pinched her nipples through the tank, twisting until she gasped. Sarah jerked him faster, pre-cum soaking through his sweats.But no clothes came off. No penetration. Just heated foreplay—touching, grinding, whispering dirty secrets.”You’re gonna make Mommy cum,” Sarah panted, riding his fingers as he circled her swollen clit.”Do it,” Jake growled. “Cum for me.”Her orgasm hit softly—shuddering against him, juices coating his hand.Jake followed seconds later, hot cum spurting into his sweats as she milked him.They held each other, breathing heavy, until the garage door rumbled—Mike home early.Sarah quickly fixed her top, wiping her hand on a towel. Jake grabbed a hoodie to tie around his waist, hiding the wet spot.Mike walked in, oblivious. “Hey, guys! Golf got cut short—rain coming.”Sarah smiled brightly, cheeks still flushed. “Perfect timing. Snacks are ready.”That night at dinner, the tension was palpable—for Sarah and Jake, at least. Under the table, Sarah’s bare foot slid up Jake’s leg, toes teasing his crotch. He nearly choked on his food.Mike frowned slightly. “You two okay? Acting weird tonight.”Sarah laughed it off. “Just holiday tiredness, honey.”Emily rolled her eyes. “Dad, you’re paranoid.”But Mike’s suspicion planted a tiny seed. He noticed how Sarah’s eyes lingered on Jake, how Jake shifted uncomfortably—like hiding a hard-on.Later, in bed, Mike pulled Sarah close. “You seem extra frisky lately.”She grinned, stroking him. “Maybe I am.”They fucked quick and routine—Mike lasting his usual ten minutes. Sarah faked her moans, mind on her son’s massive cock.Across the hall, Jake jerked off again, tasting his mom’s pussy on his fingers.The next day, Mike left for work early. Emily went shopping with friends.Sarah “invited” Jake to her morning yoga session in the basement.She wore the skimpiest outfit yet: tiny sports bra barely containing her tits, and high-waisted leggings that went sheer when she bent.Jake sat on the weight bench “watching.”Downward dog—ass high in the air, pointed at him. Camel pose—tits thrust forward. Child’s pose—knees spread wide.Jake’s cock strained painfully.Halfway through, Sarah crawled over on all fours. “Help me stretch?”He knelt behind her, hands on her hips as she arched back. His bulge pressed right against her pussy mound.”Grind on me,” she whispered.They did—full-on dry humping now. Sarah reached back, pulling his sweats down just enough to free his bare cock. It slapped against her legging-covered ass.Skin on fabric—Jake thrusting between her cheeks, pre-cum lubing the way.Sarah peeled her leggings down midway, exposing her bare ass and dripping pussy. But no insertion—just his hot cock sliding along her slit, bumping her clit.”Fuck, Mom… your pussy’s so wet.””For you, baby. Only for you.”She came hard, squirting a little on his shaft.Jake painted her ass cheeks white with thick ropes.They cleaned up just in time—Emily home, Mike texting he’d be late again.Mike’s light suspicions grew. He came home early one evening, hearing moans from the basement. Peeking down, he saw Sarah and Jake “wrestling” playfully—too close, too sweaty.He said nothing, but watched closer.The foreplay escalated daily—handjobs under blankets during family movies (Emily clueless beside them), quick tit-sucks in the laundry room, pussy-eating teases when alone.Sarah and Jake were addicted, teetering on the edge of full fucking.Mike sensed something off—extra glances, flushed faces.But he didn’t confront yet. Part of him was curious… aroused, even?The heat was rising fast in the perfect suburban home.Little did they know, the dam was about to break…