Steam filled the bathroom as hot shower water splashed over Max and Holly. Pressing his naked body against hers, his raging erection jutted against her abdomen. She moaned through their passionate kiss while he ground his sex into her, desperately looking for hers.
Both of them had their arms wrapped around the other, desperate to never let go. Max lowered his hands from her back down to her ass. Covered in soap suds, their bodies glided against each other with ease.
His lips against hers, his tongue played with hers and hers with him, exchanging love and ecstasy between them. While mother and son had only been fucking each other silly for a few days, shower sex was a new one for them.
Holly pulled away from their kiss. "Don't make me beg, kiddo."
Max moaned appreciatively. "But what if I like making you beg?"
A wicked smile lit up her face and she turned around, sticking her ass out. Her swollen pussy overflowed with shower water and desire. "Please, Max."
"Please what?"
"Cavewoman Mom want bonk."
A feral growl grew in his throat and Max gave his mom's ass a hard spank. Yelping in response, she wiggled her ass some more, inviting him to do whatever he wanted.
Max grabbed her by the hips and guided himself home. Humidity from the steam multiplied the intensity of his pleasure as he slid in. Buried all the way, his mom elicited a high-pitched whine of gratitude.
"Fuck yes," she moaned. She reached back and grabbed his hips, holding him in place. "Just let me feel full for a sec."
Velvet walls of pussy clenched against his cock, which reacted with an involuntary twitch. With both lovers' hands on the other one's hips, they remained in carnal stasis, with the exception of their sex tensing against sex.
"Oh, it feels like maybe Caveman Max want bonk, too," Holly teased.
"Don't make me beg, mom," he said.
"But what if I like making you beg?" she asked, her voice husky with lust.
"Please, mom," he whispered in her ear.
Holly groaned in desperation. Arching her back even more, she reached up to the back of his head. "Fuck me hard and quick."
As the water washed away any remaining soap, Max got to work fucking his mom. Just as she requested, his thrusts were hard and quick. Giving in to desire, he wanted nothing more than to love and impregnate her.
The more he thought about it, thought about her belly swelling and her tits filling up, the more rapid his motions became. Pregnant, she would be radiant, glowing with happiness and love. And as she would grow, so, too, would his love for her, and his lust.
More than once, she had declared that all his cum belonged to her, and it was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to him. To be both dominant enough to command him, yet still submissive enough to be taken, the contradiction only made his cock harder.
Sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed in the bathroom and probably even throughout the rest of the house. The only thing louder was his mom and her ragged moaning every time he jackhammered into her.
"Do it, Max," she pleaded. "Cum in me and give us a baby."
That sent him over the edge. Leaving his left hand on her hip, he reached forward with his right hand, placing it on her stomach. Moving from steady, quick thrusts, Max instead impaled her hard, then left himself inside her, relishing the sensation.
He was fucking her. He would cum in her. And he would breed her.
Just as the pressure swelled from his balls, Holly clamped down on him. Her panting went from quick breaths to extravagant moans of ecstasy. They climaxed together, Max burying himself as far into her as he could go, and Holly pushing back into him as hard as she could.
At the apex of his orgasm, he squeezed her tight, and unloaded into her. Max leaned his head forward to rest on the back of hers and clamped his eyes shut. Every burst of cum was followed by a quick thrust, which Holly answered with her own brief yelp of pleasure.
When at last it was over, Max gave another loving thrust into his mom.
"Max..." she started.
"Don't worry, mom. I'm not going anywhere."
She cooed and nuzzled against his head. "Damn right you're not."
Over the course of their new relationship, Max had learned his mom preferred he remain inside her for as long as possible. That was just fine by him, too; the longer her pussy wrapped his cock, the better.
Ever since he had started the Intrusivan, his post-coital erections were wild. He would stay hard longer, his body eager to return to fucking, instead of softening up immediately after.
And standing in the shower, physically and emotionally connected to his mom, he did not feel like his hard-on was going away any time soon.
Sliding his hand up from his mom's stomach to her breast, he groped her, giving a good squeeze, before pinching her nipple.
"Oh!" Holly squealed. "Is my man ready for more?"
"Cavewoman Mom still want bonk?" he asked.
"Fucking always," his mom groaned, gliding up and down his shaft once more.
By the time they were done, the hot water was gone, which worked in their favor, given the incestuous workout they'd completed.
Once they dried off and dressed, Max got the coffee started in the kitchen.
"You feeling up for breakfast at all?" Holly asked.
Max rubbed his belly. "Oof, still full from last night. Dinner was so good."
"Told you. You'll never go wrong with La Voglia," she said. Then she set her mug down on the table and sidled up to her son. "So since you're still full from last night, care to work off some more calories?"
"Woman, you are insatiable," Max said with a laugh.
Holly bit her lip and nodded, the morning light catching a devilish gleam in her eye.
And then she was tearing his clothes off. Any concerns Max had about being worn out flew out the window as soon as her hands were unbuckling his belt. He kicked off his shoes as she pulled his pants down, freeing his erect cock.
As soon as he was naked, she stripped, as well. The shirt went, and then the bra was gone, freeing her gorgeous breasts. He cupped them in his hands, kneading them, rubbing his hands over the tiny stretch marks.
"You are so gorgeous," he said.
Holly reached up and placed a loving hand on his cheek. "Baby, I love it when you're romantic."
He placed his hand over hers and gave a loving squeeze.
"But right now, I just want to fuck your brains out," she said. And then she was pushing him towards the living room, her mouth on his mouth, her hand on his cock.
She stroked him as they went, electricity and hormones surging through his body, and Max was certain that for the rest of his life, every time she touched him would feel like it was the very first time.
They reached the couch and Holly stepped back from her son. With her index finger, she gingerly touched his chest and nudged him backward. Max sat down, certain his dick had never been harder than it was at that very moment.
Holly placed a hand on her chest and feigned shock. "Is that for me?"
"I believe it is," Max said.
"What a gentleman," she said.
She positioned herself over his lap, straddling him on the couch. Of all the sensations running through Max's body, he caught a whiff of her body wash and shampoo. It was what she'd used for years. Before they began the Intrusivan, he'd always associated it with her, but now it reminded him only of them.
Her fingers wrapped around his dick once more and she lowered herself onto him. Max offered her an appreciative grunt when his member separated her lips and he gave her a little thrust in response.
Holly wiggled herself down onto her son. When he was fully in her, a sensual purr escaped her lips. "Yes," she said, biting her lip. "This is what I crave. All I want is to feel you inside me."
She leaned down and Max met her mouth, exchanging a passionate kiss while they both reveled in their taboo. While their tongues played with each other, Holly began rocking back and forth on his cock.
Moaning, she pulled away and sat up. Grabbing her tits, she massaged them tenderly, before pinching her nipples between her finger and thumb, rolling them back and forth. Watching the display set Max's lust aflame and he seized her by the hips to speed up her movements.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she shouted. Her hands moved from her tits to the sides of her head, getting lost in a tangle of bedhead and wild, loose curls. Holly's lewd grunts escalated, and it was all Max heard.
