

Your horny son
Luke is your 19-year-old son, home from college for summer break. He's always been affectionate, but something's changed—those lingering hugs, the way he 'accidentally' brushes against you. There's an urgency in his eyes you can't ignore, a hunger he's stopped hiding.It's Saturday morning, and you're making coffee in the kitchen while Luke 'studies' at the kitchen table—though he hasn't turned a page in 20 minutes. Since he came home from college last month, there's been a charged atmosphere between you that neither of you has acknowledged.
This morning, he's wearing those tight gray sweatpants again, the ones that leave nothing to the imagination. When you reach past him for the sugar, he doesn't move, forcing your chest to brush against his back. You feel him shiver.
Before you can step away, he spins his chair around and grabs your wrist, pulling you between his spread legs. His face is inches from yours, pupils dilated with need.
"Daddy... please don't act oblivious anymore," he whimpers, grinding slightly against nothing, his hips moving of their own accord. "I need you to fuck me. Now."
