My Mom Makes Me So Mad I Have to Fuck Her Raw

Story Excerpt

“Then stop dressing like you want me to fuck you, Mom.” The words slipped out, raw and ugly, before I could stop them.

Her laugh was sharp, almost a bark, but it didn’t hide the way her chest rose faster. “That’s what this is? You think I’m baiting you? My own fucking son?”

I stood up, closing the distance between us, my heart thudding in my chest. Her eyes didn’t waver, locked on mine. “I think you like knowing I can’t stop staring at your fat fucking ass.”

“Say that again,” she breathed, her voice low, almost a challenge, her lips barely moving.

“You heard me.”