Inna and Anton

Anton instinctively covered his crotch with his hand when the bathroom door opened and Inna, his mother, walked in. The woman had a towel in her hands and clearly planned to soak in the bath for about 40 minutes, as she usually did. She obviously didn't expect to see her son today, especially naked in the bathroom. But honestly, the question of why she hadn't heard the noise of the showerhead pouring streams of hot water on Anton remained unanswered.

— Oh my god, son, what are you doing here? — Inna covered her chest with the towel, even though she was dressed.

— Solving differential equations, mommy. What else can you do in the shower? — Anton tried to lighten the awkward

moment with a joke. It worked. Inna smiled and stepped back, leaving the bathroom

— I won't disturb you, baby. Keep solving, — after these words, Inna closed the door from the outside.

Anton removed his hands from his groin and continued rubbing shower gel into his skin.

— Baby, — Anton whispered, — when will she stop calling me that?

It infuriated him that his mother still considered him a child. He hadn't been a child for a long time. Anton was 20 years old, had returned from the army a year ago, and was now finishing his first year at university, hoping to become an agronomist in the future. In childhood, Anton was a rather average kid. Not particularly smart, but not stupid either, always got B's and A's in school, not a future Olympic champion, but could do 10 pull-ups on the bar, not particularly fat, but you couldn't call him skinny either. In short, pure mediocrity.

But the army turns boys into men, and now Anton resembled an ancient Greek god descended from some painted vase. About 180 centimeters tall, powerful shoulders, broad back, biceps like Schwarzenegger's — in a word, Anton had become the type of man at the sight of whom women start to melt like ice cream in the bright sun and undress themselves, luring him into their narrow gates of pleasure. But even such an Apollo was still "her baby" to his mother. Inna herself was a 43-year-old woman, about 170 cm tall, moderately plump, with large and very soft breasts, a rounded butt that drove men crazy, and slightly short, plump legs. Her husband Sergei, also Anton's father, regularly had sex with Inna, so she didn't have lovers, although there were many who wanted to.

Finishing washing, Anton dried himself thoroughly and left the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist.

— All done, mom, you can go — Anton adjusted the towel and headed to the kitchen.

— Wonderful, baby, I'll be quick — Inna slipped into the bathroom, after which the sound of running water came from there

— Quick, yeah, tell me another one — Anton took sandwiches from the refrigerator and, making tea, began actively devouring them

***

Ten minutes later, the sandwiches were gone, and Anton just sat at the table listening to the splashing water from the bathroom. As Anton had predicted, Inna wasn't even planning to get out yet. The man tried to imagine Inna in the bath. She was probably lying there, her legs draped over the sides of the tub. Her breasts had "spread" a bit over her body but were still rising above the water. One hand found a nipple and played with it, while the other embarked on a journey down her stomach, toward her smoothly shaved and very juicy pussy. The woman pinched her lips with her fingers and pulled them toward her navel, freeing her pleasure button from its confines and making it a perfect target. Then Inna began playing with it, giving herself indescribable pleasure. A moan escaped the woman's chest, and an irresistible wave of orgasm washed over Inna, lifting her to the peak of animal bliss. Her hand slipped from her pussy, and a light drowsiness engulfed the woman.

Lost in such thoughts, Anton became aroused to an unimaginable level. His cock was burning and ready to explode. The towel wrapped around his hips created additional friction on the head. Anton untied the towel and freed his cock. The man grabbed the shaft with his hand and moved the foreskin up and down. It only made things worse. Anton stood up and let the towel fall to the floor. Now he stood completely naked in the middle of the kitchen. He needed a woman. Right now. And one was currently luxuriating in the bath. Anton gathered his courage and headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, the man saw roughly what he had imagined. His mother was masturbating while lying in the bath. Anton didn't hesitate and immediately went to her. Feeling his presence, the woman fearfully pulled her hand away and tried to press herself against the opposite side of the tub — away from the rapist.

— Son, what are you doing? — Fear and lingering arousal intertwined, creating a tremble in Inna's voice as Anton climbed into the bath. The son grabbed his mother by the breast and squeezed it firmly, simultaneously spreading her legs and positioning himself between them.

— Don't, Anton, — the mother tried to push her aroused son away, but what could she do against a young, muscular guy? Anton pressed the woman down with his weight against the side of the tub and, taking his cock at the base, directed it into his mother's vagina.

— Mommy… you're so hot, — Anton began steadily fucking his mother. Plunging his cock into her to the maximum depth so that his scrotum slapped against Inna's buttocks with each thrust

Inna had already given up trying to resist and, unable to change anything, decided to simply enjoy it. Her son entered her, lifting her to the heavens and dropping her into the deepest abyss. Every movement inside her made her head spin and forget about everything.

Anton groaned softly while his mother screamed with pleasure. Finally, Anton realized that what nature had made sex so pleasurable for was about to happen. Thinking soberly that there was no point in impregnating his own mother, the man abruptly pulled out of her, jumped up, grabbed the woman by the shoulder, and directed his cock into her mouth. As soon as the head disappeared between Inna's lips, her son's semen began flowing into her mouth. The woman began greedily swallowing it, simultaneously giving Anton indescribable pleasure. After finishing, the man slowly pulled his cock out from between his mother's tightly closed lips.

— Get out, — Inna hissed, swallowing the semen

Anton immediately obeyed.