Miranda seemed like an average 44-year-old housewife to the outside world, but she was far from innocent.

The beginning.

19-year-old Paul rushed upstairs to his parents' bedroom in the early afternoon when he heard loud screams at the front door. The boy even grabbed a kitchen knife to stop the attacker. When he got upstairs, his eyes bulged, his mother was riding a strange man, her long straight brown hair swept back as their bodies pressed together. The man hugged her and fucked her while she gasped. "Come inside me, yes, enjoy inside me!"

Paul almost dropped the knife from his hand at what he saw, the image, the idea he had of his mother, an ordinary mother who lived for her husband and son, ceased to exist. How many times had this happened and with how many men? If she hadn't left work earlier, he wouldn't have discovered his mother's secret. Amidst the anger and frustration, however, a wicked thought crossed his mind, one that was close to a sadistic one. He had never thought of his mother as a sexual partner before, but seeing all this, the possibilities and abuse of power excited him, which was also felt in his pants. He came up with a plan to use all that he had seen to blackmail his mother. He went back down the stairs, put the kitchen knife back in its holder, and waited on a bench in the nearby street until he felt they would finish it at home.

Later, he entered the door again. After making sure that the man was gone, Paul headed for the bathroom where Miranda was trying to wash off the traces of the previous act. His father didn't get home until six in the evening anyway, so he still had almost 3 hours to carry out the first part of his plan.

The steam covered the glass of the shower stall, but the woman's figure could be seen. Paul took a deep breath, then unbuttoned his jeans and threw them on the stone, his cock sticking out of his black underwear like a prisoner in prison. He stopped for a moment in front of the shower stall and pulled the edge of it.

"Jesus, Paul, you scared me, I didn't even know you were home!"

"Hi, mom!" The boy said in unison as he examined his mother's figure.

Miranda saw that her son was naked and that he was looking at the woman's body. The words left her mouth softly. "You could wait a little longer, I'm taking a shower right now, you can come in afterwards!" However, Paul didn't answer, which scared Miranda, because he was looking at her body with an inexplicable lust. "Please don't look at me like that!" There was a dead silence as one of Paul's hands reached out towards his mother's body, but she slapped him on the hand. "How dare you, I'm your mother, get out of the bathroom right now!" Paul was taken aback by his mother's reaction, but he refused to run away. He entered the shower stall and held his mother against the wall by the neck. "No, please, what are you doing, I'm your mother, let me go!"

"You and my father's wife, if I understand correctly, or am I wrong?"

Miranda's eyes flashed with fear and she suddenly didn't understand what was happening, then slowly she began to realize that her son had seen her with that man today. "I..." She tried to speak.

"No, don't say anything!"

"Just let me go, please, I'll do anything!"

Paul pulled his mouth into a crooked smile, knowing exactly that his mother was in a vulnerable position and it was up to him when and how to ruin the idyllic woman's life. "Anything?" he asked

"No, just not that, you can't ask me to do that."

"Do you want me to tell dad?"

The woman lowered her eyes, knowing that her other choice and her future were at stake. That's all she said: "I understand."

She slowly knelt down in front of Paul and took the veiny cock in her mouth with some disgust. She sucked and tasted it, for some reason she was ashamed that she had gotten this far, yet it was all surprisingly satisfying to her. She tried not to care that she was sucking her own son who had just threatened her earlier. She glanced at the man standing above her who was watching with satisfaction the vulnerability of his defenseless mother. Paul had never had his cock sucked this hard before, but he knew his mother was capable of more.

"That's it?"

"Yeah, what more do you want, wasn't that enough?"

Paul laughed and with an aggressive grin grabbed his mother's hair, which he held up and pressed his sizeable cock to her throat. Miranda's eyes bulged. She coughed, choked and shed a few tears, but her body below told her otherwise. Her pussy revealed that she enjoyed the humiliation and the hard, firm treatment, which Paul noticed. "What the hell do I see?" Miranda tried to cover herself and close her legs, but her son spread her apart. "I see you're wet, let me kiss your pussy!" The kiss turned into licking and then fingering. Paul inserted his fingers one by one into the woman's pussy, which began to squirm with pleasure. "You're enjoying it, aren't you, mom?!"

"I... no... I don't enjoy it... but yes...!!!"

Miranda's brain and her motherhood were at war. Her moral sense told her it was wrong, but her body wanted it.

Paul laid her mother on the washing machine, her legs spread.

Miranda's head turned red with shame and desire that her son was about to enter her from where he had come out. Finally, she said, "Come inside me, come inside your mother!"

To Paul, it was like the green light at the start of a race. He wrapped his arms around one of his mother's thighs and pounded her pussy hard with his balls. "Oh my god, this is so dirty, this is so good! Fuck, fuck your mother!"

"I'll fuck you, just like that other man!"

"Did you like it? Did it turn you on to see me being fucked by a man?"

"Yes, I couldn't resist you!" Paul replied as he licked and sucked his mother's huge breasts. Miranda tangled her son's hair and pulled her closer to her lips. Their tongues met and they enjoyed the forbidden fruit of the devil. The boy had to cover his mother's mouth so that her screams and moans could not be heard from the street. He sprayed a hot white streak of semen on his mother's stomach, which the woman tasted with her fingers. Her eyes were swimming in a daze, she could feel her adult son's incestuous aggressive tendencies in her body.

Later, Miranda's mind cleared and she realized what she had really done. She had let her son rape her, which she enjoyed and knew that she had set off an avalanche.

Miranda had made love to her husband that night to make herself forget the events of the day. She loved her husband, he was good in bed, but she always needed more, which is why she had cheated on him several times with younger and older men, and today was the result. That night Miranda couldn't sleep, her pussy was hungrier than usual. She longed for the previous spoiled feeling.

When her husband was already snoring loudly, the woman slipped out of the room and hurried towards Paul's room. She hesitated for a moment before knocking. Knock-Knock. "Yes?!" Came the voice from inside. The woman timidly entered her son's room, who was playing with his cock in the light of the small lamp. Paul smiled as he looked at the woman. They just looked at each other for a while, then the woman lowered her robe. "Fuck me!"

To be continued