Anna tried to resist at first.
The day after that morning, she came home from work around 7 p.m., exhausted and emotionally drained.
The moment she stepped through the door, Leo was waiting for her in the living room.
“Take off your clothes,” he said calmly.
Anna’s face turned pale.
“Leo… please. Not today. I’m tired. We need to talk about this—”
Leo walked up to her, grabbed her by the waist, and kissed her hard.
His hands moved quickly, unbuttoning her work blouse and pulling it off.
Anna tried to push him away, but he was stronger.
Within minutes, he had stripped her completely in the middle of the living room.
He bent her over the arm of the sofa and fucked her right there, hard and fast, while she gripped the cushions and bit her lip to stay quiet.
After he finished inside her, he made her stay like that for a while, his cum slowly leaking down her thighs.
From that day on, it became routine.
Every single day when Anna came home from work, Leo would take her.
Sometimes the moment she walked through the door.
Sometimes while she was still in her work clothes.
Sometimes he would follow her into the shower and fuck her there too.
She tried to fight back a few times — pushing him away, begging him to stop, even threatening to call someone.
But Leo always overpowered her.
He would pin her down, kiss her, and tell her he loved her while he forced himself inside her.
Anna quickly realized she couldn’t stop him.
He was her son.
If she called the police, everyone would know.
Her job, her reputation, their entire life would be destroyed.
And deep down, she was terrified of what Leo might do if she tried to escape. New chapters come out on g.com first.
So she stopped fighting as hard.
Every evening, when she returned home, Leo would claim her.
Sometimes he was gentle — kissing her softly while he fucked her slowly in her bed.
Other times he was rough — bending her over the kitchen counter or fucking her on the living room floor while she was still wearing her work skirt.
Anna would close her eyes and endure it, her body responding even when her mind screamed that it was wrong.
She had completely lost control over her own home… and her own body.
One evening, after Leo had just finished inside her on the sofa for the third time that week, Anna lay there breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.
Leo kissed her forehead and whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
Anna didn’t answer.
She just closed her eyes, feeling his cum slowly dripping out of her, knowing that tomorrow he would do it all over again.