Leo came home earlier than usual.
The house was quiet except for the sound of the vacuum cleaner coming from his mother’s room.
He dropped his bag by the door and walked down the hallway.
Anna was cleaning.
She was on her knees beside the bed, wearing a loose white tank top and black yoga pants, humming softly as she vacuumed under the bed.
Her hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, and the tank top had slipped off one shoulder.
Leo stood in the doorway, watching her.
*This time,* he thought, *I’m not going to drug her.
This time, I’m going to tell her.*
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
Anna looked up and smiled when she saw him.
“Oh, you’re home early. How was school?”
Leo didn’t answer right away.
He walked closer until he was standing right in front of her.
Anna turned off the vacuum and looked up at him, sensing something was different.
“Leo? What happened? You’re acting strange again.”
He took a deep breath.
“Mom… I love you.”
Anna blinked, her eyes widening.
“What are you talking about?”
“Not like a son. I really love you.”
Before she could react, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Anna froze.
For a second she didn’t move.
Then she pulled back sharply.
“Leo— what are you doing?!”
“I really love you, Mom,” he said, voice low and intense.
His hands moved to her chest and he grabbed her breasts through the tank top, squeezing them firmly.
Anna’s eyes went wide with shock.
“No— Leo, what are you doing?! Stop!”
He didn’t stop.
He pulled the tank top down, exposing her bare breasts, and started touching them directly, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.
“Leo, stop it right now!” Anna said, trying to push his hands away.
Her voice was shaking.
“This is wrong— you’re my son!”
Leo ignored her.
He stood up straight, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down along with his underwear.
His hard cock sprang out right in front of her face.
Her face went pale.
In that moment, everything came rushing back to her — the strange sticky feelings, the soreness, the blackouts, the white fluid she had found on herself multiple times.
It wasn’t a dream.
It wasn’t some stranger.
It was him.
Her own son had been fucking her while she was unconscious.
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
She was in complete shock.
Leo didn’t give her time to speak.
He grabbed her ponytail with one hand and her jaw with the other, forcing her mouth open.
He pushed his cock past her lips and deep into her throat in one thrust.
Anna gagged violently, her hands pushing against his thighs, but Leo held her head tightly and started fucking her mouth.
“Mom…” he groaned, thrusting harder.
“I’ve been fucking you for weeks. Every time you thought it was a dream… it was me.”
Anna’s eyes filled with tears as he raped her mouth, forcing his cock deeper with every thrust.
She tried to pull away, but he was too strong.
Saliva dripped down her chin as he used her throat roughly.
Leo looked down at her, eyes dark with obsession.
“I love you, Mom,” he said again, voice hoarse.
“And now you’re going to love me too.”
He kept thrusting into her mouth, not stopping even when she gagged and choked.