Inside a white, 2-story house, a tall, dark-haired, 18-year-old son carries his mother up a set of stairs; she's thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Mark!...Mark! Put me down!" a bottle-blonde, 40-year-old Linda Walker yells.
Her fit, hourglass body is encased in a red, string bikini. And, somehow, she's still holding on to her bottle of KY jelly she was carrying when her son first picked her up in the kitchen.
Smacking the younger male's broad back and round butt, she yells, "Mark, seriously! Put your mother down this instant!"
A muscular Mark Walker's sporting white sneakers, a blue and white t-shirt, and a hard-on in his dark colored jeans. Easily holding his mom in a fireman's carry over his shoulder, he ignores Linda's shouts and flails. Instead, he just tightens his grip on her ass and continues up the stairs.
After watching their 19-year-old neighbor, Billy, and his mother coming down from their sexual high (and subsequently fixing their clothes), Mark had further watched his family's sweet matriarch verbally kicking the poor guy back over the fence. He had also heard his mom's lame excuse of, "My son's gonna be home any minute now. So..."
Honestly, still hidden in the kitchen and peering outside, Mark had almost felt like laughing as he had watched Billy awkwardly climbing back into his own yard.
But Mark had readied himself as he had watched his mother walking towards the house. And then he had easily scooped her up the moment she came through the sliding glass doors. And, now, here Mark is carrying his sexy mother to her bedroom.
Down the hall he goes, passing by the bathroom on his left and his own room on the right. A little further down the second floor hall, he finally comes up on his parents' chamber. After crossing the threshold, he goes right to their marital bed.
When he walks over to the side of the metal-framed mattress, he unceremoniously deposits his burden. And when he does, his mother gives a bounce and a shriek.
"Mark! What do you think you're doing?"
As for Mark, he wastes no time. He lifts off his shirt and just blindly chucks it to the side. Then he's unbuckling his belt and eyeing his mom, like a pissed off father about to discipline his unruly child.
It's when he's unzipping his pants that he finally answers, "What does it look like I'm doing, Mom?"
To Linda, her horny son's intent is clear as day.
"Mark," Linda trails off, hesitant, as she slowly sits up and perches on the side of her bed.
Needless to say, her heart is already pounding hard in her chest. The truth is she had been too scared to look toward the house the entire time she was with Billy. But the sick part of her that wants her son sexually had hoped Mark had been watching them fuck. Mostly because that vile part of her--the one that had wanted to entice Mark--had been hoping for exactly this. But even her tainted mind hadn't been able to predict how this situation would all play out.
She had no idea her son would literally ambush her.
Still, this outcome is so much better than Mark getting pissed off and beating the shit out of Billy or her son being so disgusted with her affair that he simply walked away.
The truth is Mark isn't disgusted.
After watching his sexy mother experimenting with anal for the first time, he's actually seriously turned on. And he's still hot and bothered as he quickly toes off his shoes and socks so he can take off his pants.
"You know what I want, Mom. And why not?" Mark demands, next kicking off his jeans. "You already cheated....Fucking Billy. Why him? Why couldn't it be me?"
At first, Linda's utterly surprised by her son's question.
After all, Mark has never shown even the slightest ounce of being attracted to her before. And what sane mother would blindly go after her own son (and possibly ruin their relationship for good) and not some easily obtainable, throw-away piece of ass next door?
For a second, she finds her self wondering if Mark has actually been hiding his own twisted attraction to her even before watching her getting fucked in the ass. But she quickly sets that question aside as her half-naked son pauses in stripping --obviously expecting an answer.
Not sure how best to word her reasoning, Linda looks away from a bare chested Mark standing there in nothing but black boxer briefs, "Mark, I--"
"And don't say you don't want me," Mark interrupts, determined, "'cause I already heard you say it loud and clear before."
"When?" Linda looks back, shocked and confused. "How? I've never--"
"I'm not the only one with a camera hidden in my fan," Mark smugly admits while looming above her bikini clad form.
Making up his mind, he slowly begins to peel his black boxer briefs down. After all, no matter what his mother says about her choice regarding Billy, Mark knows she's going to let him fuck her ass. Especially since his cock is still rock hard and aching from beating off to her downstairs. Well, because of that and the fact that he knows his mom wants to be anally taken by him too.
After all, just last weekend, Mark had heard her say exactly that as she had touched herself while watching him roughly sodomizing his girlfriend. And he can see it in the way his mother's eyes are glued to his body right now.
Oh, yes. Mark knows his sexy mom wants him and, by god, does he want her too. For one, it was kind of hard not to, after watching her touching herself to him.
As for Linda, she's still too stunned to say anything. Especially now that her handsome son's boldly stepping out of his underwear right in front of her.
But, damn, even with seeing Mark half-naked on camera, she has to admit that her smoking hot offspring looks even sexier fully naked in person. He's all bulging muscles and flat planes, and even manages to have that perfectly smooth baby face that looks so innocent and always ends up melting her heart. But her sweet baby boy has something between his legs that isn't so pure.
On the contrary, Linda's son's thick, 8-inch cock has a pink shade to it that makes the bulbous head look even more sinfully delicious to her.
It's so appetizing that Linda doesn't even realize she's licking her lips.
But her watching son catches her reaction. And Mark can't help but slightly grin as he takes in his mother salivating at the sight of his thick, aching erection that's already pointing her way.
