Chapter 1

Sandra Hernandes, a 35-year-old single mother, sat at the kitchen table, sipping her morning coffee. Her eyes drifted to the framed photo on the wall—a picture of her and her 16-year-old son Erik in front of his high school. He was tall and strong, with the chiseled features of a young Viking, just like his father. Sandra had only met Erik's father once, a fleeting encounter that resulted in her pregnancy. She never even knew his name.

Erik was a star football player, and Sandra lived for his games. She cheered the loudest from the stands, her heart swelling with pride and something more. Something forbidden. Something she tried to ignore.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the house, and Sandra's pulse quickened. Erik emerged from his room, his muscles rippling beneath his tight t-shirt. "Morning, Mom," he grunted, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Sandra replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She watched him intently as he downed the shake, her eyes lingering on his full lips. "How about some breakfast?"

Erik shook his head. "Nah, I gotta get to work on the Harley. I wanna have it road-ready by the weekend."

Sandra nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. Erik had inherited the old Harley Davidson from his grandparents, and he spent every spare moment restoring it to its former glory. Sandra loved seeing him work on the bike, his hands greasy and his brow glistening with sweat.

As Erik headed out to the garage, Sandra followed, her eyes glued to his firm ass. She leaned against the doorframe, watching him tinker with the engine. "Need any help?" she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Erik glanced up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, Mom. You can hand me that wrench."

Sandra sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively. She bent down to pick up the wrench, giving Erik a perfect view of her cleavage. As she handed it to him, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Sandra's body.

Erik's eyes darkened with desire as he took the wrench from her hand. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice husky.

Sandra bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she shouldn't want him, but she couldn't help herself. She needed him, craved him like a drug.

Slowly, she slid her hand up his thigh, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. "Erik," she breathed, her eyes locked on his. "I need you."

Erik's breath hitched as he set down the wrench. "Mom, we can't," he whispered, even as his body betrayed him, his cock hardening in his jeans.

Sandra didn't hesitate. She straddled him on the bike, grinding her hips against his. "We can," she panted, her fingers fumbling with his zipper. "I want you to breed me, Erik. I want you to fill me with your seed."

Erik groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Fuck, Mom," he growled, his control snapping. He lifted her skirt and tore off her panties, exposing her dripping cunt.

Sandra moaned as he thrust into her, filling her completely. She rode him hard and fast, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes," she cried, "fuck me, Erik. Make me yours."

Erik pounded into her relentlessly, his balls slapping against her ass. "You're mine," he grunted, "all mine."

Sandra threw her head back in ecstasy as she came hard, her cunt clenching around his cock. Erik followed seconds later, filling her with his hot seed.

They collapsed against each other, panting and sweaty. Sandra nuzzled into Erik's neck, inhaling his musky scent. "That was incredible," she whispered.

Erik kissed her forehead tenderly. "I love you, Mom."

Sandra's heart swelled with love and lust. "I love you too, Erik. Forever and always."

As they straightened their clothes and went back inside, Sandra knew that this was just the beginning. She would have Erik's baby, and they would be together forever.

Chapter 2

Sandra woke up with a smile on her face, Erik's morning wood nestled snugly inside her. She loved starting each day like this - connected to her son, his essence filling her up. As he stirred, she began to gently rock her hips, coaxing him to fullness.

"Mmm, morning Mom," Erik mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. His hands found her hips, guiding her movements. "You feel so good."

"Only for you baby," Sandra purred, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm going to take such good care of you today."

She continued riding him slowly, savoring the delicious friction. Her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. She knew he was close.

"Give it to me Erik," she breathed. "Fill me up. Breed your mommy."

With a groan, he thrust up into her, spilling his hot seed deep in her womb. Sandra moaned at the sensation, clenching around him to milk every last drop. She collapsed on top of him, panting.

"That's one," she said with a grin. "I think I'll need a few more loads before I'm satisfied."

Erik chuckled, already hardening again inside her. "I think I can manage that."

They spent the morning in bed, lost in each other. Sandra rode him reverse cowgirl, her ass jiggling as she bounced on his cock. She took him in her mouth, swallowing every inch and gazing up at him with lust-filled eyes. He bent her over the dresser and pounded into her from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

By the time they finally dragged themselves out of bed, it was past noon. Sandra went downstairs in just a t-shirt and no panties, knowing Erik would be falling into her again soon. Sure enough, he came up behind her in the kitchen, his hands roaming her body as he ground against her ass.

"Again?" she teased, looking back at him over her shoulder. "You're insatiable."

"You make me this way," he growled, lifting her shirt to palm her breasts. "I can't get enough of you."

He spun her around and hoisted her onto the counter, pushing her legs apart. Sandra wrapped them around his waist as he slid into her waiting heat. They kissed hungrily, tongues tangling as he thrust deep.

Sandra knew she was addicted to her son's cock. The way it stretched her, filled her so completely. The way he lost control when he was inside her, fucking her with wild abandon. She never wanted it to end.

They made love all over the house that day - on the couch, in the shower, bent over the kitchen table. Sandra let Erik use her however he wanted, submitting to his every desire. She craved his touch, his taste, the feel of him pulsing inside her.

By nightfall, they were both spent, curled up in bed together. Sandra drifted off with a satisfied smile, Erik's softening cock still nestled between her thighs. She couldn't imagine a more perfect day.

The next morning, Sandra woke up alone. She stretched languidly, feeling the soreness between her legs from Erik's thorough claiming. As she made her way downstairs, she heard him in the kitchen.

"Morning," she said, wrapping her arms around him from behind. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby," he replied, turning in her embrace to kiss her. "You wore me out yesterday."

Sandra grinned impishly. "I aim to please."

They had breakfast together, trading heated glances and secret smiles. Sandra couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of sneaking off to the bathroom for a quickie before work. But then Erik's phone buzzed with a text.

"Shit," he said, frowning at the screen. "I forgot I promised Mike I'd help him with his truck this morning."

Sandra tried not to let her disappointment show. "Oh, okay. Well, have fun."

Erik looked torn. "I'm sorry babe. I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."

She kissed him again, savoring the taste of him. "I'll hold you to that."

After he left, Sandra got ready for work with a sigh. She missed him already, aching for his touch. But she knew he'd be home later, ready to worship her body again.

Her coworkers noticed the change in her right away. Sandra glowed with satisfaction, moving through her day with a permanent smile on her face. She couldn't help it - she was happier than she'd ever been.

"Someone's in a good mood," her friend Lisa commented as they walked to the break room together. "What's your secret?"

Sandra just laughed, thinking of Erik's cock buried deep inside her. "Oh, you know. Just living my best life."

Lisa raised an eyebrow but let it go. Sandra didn't mind the speculation - let them wonder what made her so blissful lately. She knew the truth.

That night, Erik kept his promise. He fucked Sandra slow and deep on the couch, then again in the shower, the hot water sluicing over their writhing bodies. She sucked him off on the bed before he flipped her over and took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair.

They fell asleep tangled together, Erik's cock still lodged in Sandra's dripping cunt. She knew she'd be sore in the morning but she didn't care. It was a small price to pay for the pleasure he gave her.

This became their new normal - spending every spare moment together, lost in each other's bodies. Sandra wore no panties anymore, always ready for Erik to take her whenever he wanted. She'd bend over his desk at work or drop to her knees in the garage, eager to service his cock.

At night, they'd fuck until they passed out, only to wake up and start all over again. Sandra knew she was addicted to him, but she didn't care. This was what she'd been missing all these years - a connection so deep and intimate it consumed her.

She loved being Erik's plaything, his personal fuck toy. She loved feeling his cum drip out of her after he used her holes. She loved waking up with him inside her, starting each day filled with his essence.

Sandra knew some might judge them, might call what they had wrong. But she didn't care. This was love, in its purest form. A mother and son bound by the most primal of urges.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Chapter 3

The day of the Motörhead concert finally arrived, and Sandra was buzzing with excitement. She had bought a special leather outfit just for the occasion - a tight black corset that pushed up her ample cleavage, a short pleated skirt, and thigh-high boots. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back in glossy waves.

Erik whistled appreciatively when he saw her. "Damn Mom, you look hot! I don't know if I can control myself around you tonight."

Sandra smirked. "Oh, I have no intention of you controlling yourself, baby. In fact, I want you to lose control completely."

She dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his already-hardening cock. "Mmm, looks like you're ready for me," she purred, licking her lips. She took him into her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily.

"Fuck Mom, your mouth feels so good," Erik groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. Sandra bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper until his cock hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, massaging his length with her throat muscles.

Just as Erik was about to explode, Sandra pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. "Not yet, baby. Save it for later. We've got a concert to get to."

She stood up and smoothed her skirt, giving him a wink. "I'll be thinking about this all night, imagining you fucking me hard and deep while Lemmy screams in the background."

Erik zipped up his jeans with a frustrated groan. "You're such a tease, Mom. But you're right, let's go have some fun."

The concert was everything Sandra had hoped for and more. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone headbanging and moshing to the pounding rhythms. Sandra and Erik were right up front, pressed together as they sang along to every song.

During a particularly raunchy number, Sandra turned to Erik and grabbed his ass, grinding her hips against his. "I need you," she hissed in his ear. "I'm so fucking horny."

Erik grinned wickedly. "Then let's get out of here."

They slipped out a side door and found a secluded spot behind the venue. Erik pushed Sandra up against the wall and hiked up her skirt, ripping her panties off in one swift motion.

"Fuck Mom, you're so wet," he groaned, rubbing her slick folds. "I bet you've been dripping all night, haven't you? Thinking about me fucking you raw?"

"God yes," Sandra moaned, spreading her legs wider. "I need your cock inside me, baby. Please, fuck me hard."

Erik unzipped his jeans and freed his throbbing erection. He plunged into Sandra's tight heat with one hard thrust, making her cry out in pleasure. He pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the night air.

"Oh fuck, Erik!" Sandra screamed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder baby, fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum!"

Erik obliged, slamming into her with brutal force. Sandra's pussy clenched around him as she came hard, her juices gushing out and soaking his cock. Erik followed right after, shooting his hot seed deep inside her.

They stayed locked together for a moment, panting and sweaty, before Erik pulled out and tucked himself back into his jeans. Sandra smoothed down her skirt and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Damn baby, that was intense," she said with a satisfied grin. "But we're not done yet. I want you to fuck me again in the car on the way home. And again when we get back to the apartment. And again in the shower tomorrow morning. I want your cum leaking out of me for days."

Erik laughed and pulled her in for a kiss. "Yes ma'am. Anything you want, Mom."

They made their way back to the car, hands roaming and lips locked, ready for a wild night of passion and debauchery.

Chapter 4

The Texas sun beat down mercilessly as Sandra and Erik pulled up to the dilapidated garage they had just purchased. It was a far cry from the bustling office where Sandra had worked for years, but she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. This was their fresh start, a chance to build something together.

Erik hopped out of the truck, his muscles flexing as he grabbed a toolbox from the back. Sandra watched him appreciatively, her eyes lingering on his tight ass. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him in her life.

As they walked into the garage, Sandra took in the dusty old timers scattered around. It was a mess, but she could see the potential. Erik had always been good with his hands, and she knew he would work wonders with these old bikes.

While Erik got to work, Sandra headed upstairs to the small apartment above the garage. It was sparse, but it would do for now. She started unpacking their meager belongings, humming to herself as she worked.

As the day wore on, Sandra found herself growing restless. She missed the feel of Erik's cock inside her, the way he filled her up so perfectly. Unable to resist any longer, she made her way down to the garage.

Erik was bent over an old Harley, his ass sticking out invitingly. Sandra approached him from behind, running her hands over his strong back. He tensed for a moment before relaxing into her touch.

"Hey baby," she purred, pressing herself against him. "I need you."

Erik turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "Mom, we can't. Not here."

Sandra smirked, reaching down to palm his growing erection. "Oh yes we can. I need your cock, Erik. Please."

With a groan, Erik gave in to her demands. He spun her around and bent her over the motorcycle, hiking up her skirt. Sandra moaned as he entered her roughly, his thick cock stretching her tight pussy.

They fucked hard and fast, Sandra's cries of pleasure echoing off the garage walls. Erik pounded into her relentlessly, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Sandra loved every second of it, losing herself in the primal pleasure of being taken by her own son.

As they reached their peak, Sandra felt Erik's cock throb inside her. He came with a guttural moan, filling her with his hot seed. Sandra clenched around him, milking every last drop as her own orgasm crashed over her.

They collapsed together on the motorcycle, panting and sweaty. Sandra nuzzled into Erik's neck, feeling content and sated. This was what she lived for, these moments of pure bliss with her beautiful boy.

As the weeks turned into months, Sandra and Erik settled into a comfortable routine. Erik spent his days working on the old timers, his strong hands and keen eye bringing them back to life. Sandra took care of the office work, handling the finances and dealing with customers.

It was hard work, but Sandra had never been happier. She loved being able to work side by side with Erik, to see him flourishing in his element. And of course, there were the breaks. Every chance they got, they snuck off to the apartment or the back room for a quick fuck. Sandra couldn't get enough of her son's cock, and Erik was always eager to please her.

One day, as Sandra was going over the financials with Erik, she felt a strange flutter in her belly. She paused, hand on her stomach, as the realization hit her. She was pregnant.

Sandra looked up at Erik, tears of joy in her eyes. "Baby, I'm pregnant," she whispered.

Erik's face broke into a huge grin. "Really? That's amazing!" He pulled her into a tight hug, his hands roaming over her body possessively.

As the weeks passed, Sandra's belly grew round and full. She glowed with health and happiness, her love for Erik and their unborn child shining through. The garage thrived under their care, becoming a popular spot for bike enthusiasts from all over Texas.

And through it all, Sandra and Erik's love only grew stronger. They spent every night tangled together in their bed, Erik's cock...