Julie hummed along with the radio while she chopped onions, the knife thumping steady against the cutting board. It was almost seven, later than she usually started dinner, but Mark had been glued to some game all afternoon and she’d lost track of time scrolling on her phone, trying not to think too hard about everything.

She’d thrown on the pale-yellow sundress she usually saved for weekend brunches—light cotton, little buttons down the front, hem brushing her knees when she moved. The fabric clung a little where she’d been standing over the stove, and every time she reached for something the skirt swayed against her thighs.

In the living room, Mark whooped at the TV. “Come on, ref, that was holding!”

Jeremy came padding down the stairs in basketball shorts and an old band tee, hair still damp from his shower. He paused in the doorway of the living room.

“Hey, Dad.”

Mark glanced over, grinning. “There he is. Thought you were hibernating up there, kid.”

“Just editing some photos. What’s the score?”

“Down by three, bottom of the eighth. Your mom feeding us tonight, or we ordering pizza?”

From the kitchen, Julie called back, “You’ll eat what I cook and you’ll say thank you, Mark.”

Mark laughed. “See? She loves me.” He tipped his beer toward Jeremy. “Go give her a hand, would you? I’m useless once the game’s on, and she’s been in there forever.”

Jeremy smirked. “Yes, sir.”

He walked through the dining room and stopped just inside the kitchen doorway, leaning a shoulder against the frame.

Julie had her back to him, hips swaying a little to whatever song was playing—some old pop thing she always sang off-key. The sundress skimmed over her ass and flared out again, the late-evening light coming through the window and turning the thin fabric almost see-through. He could just make out the faint shadow of her panties, the curve of her waist, the way her calves flexed when she went up on her toes to reach a spice jar.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, just looking. She was gorgeous without even trying, and the memory of that morning—of her on top of him, whispering filthy things—hit him low in the gut.

Two quiet steps and he was right behind her. His hands settled on her hips, light at first, then firmer, pulling her back against him so she felt the growing hardness in his shorts. He dipped his head, nose brushing into her hair, and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck.

Julie startled with a little squeak, the knife freezing mid-chop. “Jeremy!” It came out half-laugh, half-scold, and she tried to twist away, but he held her gently in place.

“Shh, Mom,” he murmured against her skin, lips grazing the spot just below her ear that he already knew made her shiver. “Dad sent me in to help.”

From the living room, Mark bellowed without looking away from the screen, “Jeremy, listen to your mother and do whatever she tells you, alright?”

Jeremy grinned against her neck. “Yes, sir,” he called back, loud and obedient.

Then, quieter, right into her ear: “So… have you been thinking about this morning?”

Julie’s cheeks went pink. She set the knife down and wiped her hands on a towel, trying to sound casual. “I’ve been a little busy trying to feed you ungrateful men, if that’s what you mean.”

“Uh-huh.” His right hand left her hip and slid forward, slow enough that she could have stopped him. She didn’t. His palm smoothed over the front of her thigh, gathering the soft cotton of the dress until his fingers slipped underneath. “Because I’ve been hard half the day remembering how you felt on top of me. Telling me to cum for Mommy like that.”

“Jeremy,” she whispered, glancing toward the living room. The game was loud—crowd roaring, announcer shouting—and Mark was completely lost in it.

Jeremy’s fingertips found the edge of her panties, simple pale-blue cotton today, already damp at the center. He pressed gently, right over her clit, and felt her knees dip.

“Jesus,” she breathed, gripping the edge of the counter. “I’m trying to cook.”

“And Dad told me to help you any way you need.” He rubbed a slow circle, feeling the heat of her through the fabric. “Look at that. You’re soaked, Mom.”

She let out a shaky laugh that sounded almost helpless. “You’re proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Little bit.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic and tugged her panties to the side. The cool kitchen air hit her wet skin for half a second before his fingers were there—two of them gliding through her folds, spreading her slickness up to her clit and back down again. She was swollen already, slippery and hot, and when he sank those two fingers inside her she rose up on her toes with a tiny, cut-off moan.

His left hand came up under her arm, cupping her breast through the sundress. No bra—he’d guessed right—and her nipple was already a hard little point against his palm. He squeezed gently, rolling it between his fingers while his hips kept her pinned to the counter.

Julie’s head fell forward, blonde hair spilling over one shoulder. “We’re going to get caught,” she whispered, but her hips rocked back against his hand all the same.

“Not if you keep quiet,” he teased, curling his fingers inside her, searching for that spot that had made her lose her mind that morning. When he found it she gasped, thighs clamping around his hand.

“Fuck,” she hissed, so soft it was barely sound.

Jeremy kept the rhythm slow and steady, thumb circling her clit while his fingers stroked inside her, palm pressed against her mound so every tiny movement rubbed her in three places at once. With his other hand he kneaded her breast, pinching her nipple just hard enough to make her bite her lip.

Her breathing went ragged. She reached back with one hand, fingers digging into his thigh like she needed something to hold onto. “Baby… I’m—”

“I know,” he whispered, lips against her ear. “I feel you getting tighter. Come on my fingers, Mom. Right here while Dad’s twenty feet away yelling at baseball.”

That did it. Her whole body locked up, pussy fluttering hard around his fingers, a rush of wetness coating his hand. She buried her face in her forearm to muffle the soft, broken cry that slipped out anyway.

He worked her through it, slowing only when her hips stopped jerking. When he finally pulled his fingers free, he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, nice and slow, watching her in the reflection of the dark kitchen window.

Julie sagged against the counter, cheeks flushed bright red, eyes glassy. She turned her head just enough to glare at him.

“You,” she panted, “are in so much trouble.”

Jeremy leaned against the counter, arms crossed, that cocky little half-smile on his face. “Trouble? What’d I do? Dad told me to come help you. I’m just following orders.”

Julie swatted at him with the dish towel again, laughing under her breath. “You’re a menace, that’s what you are.” She glanced toward the living room, then back at him, eyes sparkling. “If you really wanna help me, baby, you’re gonna have to work a lot harder than that.”

He pushed off the counter, closing the space between them in one step. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Before she could say another word he gathered the skirt of her sundress in both hands and lifted it, bunching the soft yellow cotton at her waist. The white lace panties underneath were delicate, almost sheer in the kitchen light, and the fabric was soaked through at the crotch, clinging to her swollen lips so clearly he could see the outline of her slit and the little bump of her clit pushing against the lace.

“Jesus, Mom,” he whispered, dropping to his knees right there on the tile. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled the panties down her thighs, letting them catch for a second on the curve of her ass before sliding them to her ankles. She stepped out daintily, making the softest little purring sound in her throat as the cool air hit her bare skin.

Her pussy was flushed dark pink, lips puffy and glistening, a thin string of wetness stretching from her entrance to the lace as he pulled it away. The scent hit him hard—warm, sweet, and unmistakably her, like ripe peaches and sex. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss right to her clit, tongue flicking out to taste her. She was salty-sweet, tangy from the orgasm he’d just given her, and so slick his lips slid against her effortlessly.

Julie’s hands flew to his shoulders for balance, a shaky moan slipping out as her knees buckled. He didn’t let her fall. He just held the dress higher with one hand and used the other to spread her open, licking slow, deliberate stripes from her entrance up to her clit, circling it, sucking lightly until her thighs started trembling.

“Fuck… baby…” she whispered, hips rolling forward, feeding herself to his mouth.

He lapped at her like he was starving, tongue dipping inside, curling, tasting every drop. She was dripping onto his chin now, little needy noises catching in her throat every time he sucked her clit.

Mark’s voice boomed from the living room. “Jules? Grab me another beer when you get a sec?”

Julie’s breath hitched. “Y-yes, dear,” she managed, voice cracking halfway through.

Jeremy didn’t stop. If anything, he went harder, two fingers sliding back inside her while his tongue flicked fast over her clit. Her walls fluttered around him, thighs tightening.

“Jules? You hear me?”

She was right there, grinding against his face, hand fisted in his hair. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, then louder, desperate, “I’m cumming—”

Her whole body seized, pussy clenching hard around his fingers as she came again, a fresh rush of wetness coating his tongue. She sagged forward, forehead against the cabinet, whimpering into her own arm.

From the couch Mark chuckled. “I heard you the first time, babe. Thanks.”

Jeremy pulled back slowly, lips shiny, and looked up at her from between her spread thighs. Her pussy was gorgeous—red and swollen, lips parted and glistening, clit peeking out like it was begging for more.

He stood, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue. When he broke it he leaned in close. “Go bring Dad his beer,” he whispered. “Then hurry your pretty ass back here.”

Julie’s legs were still shaky. She didn’t bother pulling her panties back up—just left them on the floor and walked to the fridge, bending over slow and deliberate so the dress rode high on the backs of her thighs, flashing him everything.

He caught her hand as she passed, spinning her into one more quick, hungry kiss. “Don’t take too long,” he murmured against her lips. “I’m not done with you.”

She delivered the beer, hair tousled, cheeks flushed, looking exactly like a woman who’d just come twice in five minutes and was desperate for a third.

Mark took the bottle without looking away from the TV. “Thanks, babe. Jeremy helping you out in there?”

Julie’s voice was husky, a little breathless. “Oh yeah. He’s… taking real good care of me.”

Mark laughed. “Good work, son! Making your mom happy—that’s your only job right now.”

Jeremy called back, lazy and smug, “Yes sir. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep Mom happy.”

“Keep it up, kid!”

Julie stepped back into the kitchen and paused in the doorway, dress still rumpled, thighs shiny, eyes dark with raw want. She bit her lip, waiting.

Jeremy crooked a finger. “C’mere, Mom.”

She crossed the room like she was pulled by a string, stopping right in front of him.

He looked down into her eyes, voice low and rough. “You want me to make you happy?”

She nodded, almost shy. “Yes, son.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

Her breath caught. She didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes, son.”

Jeremy stepped in until there was barely an inch between them. He could feel the heat coming off her skin, hear the trembling in her breath each time her chest rose. Those perfect breasts strained against the thin cotton with every inhale, nipples already poking through like they were begging for attention.

His fingers found the first button.

“Jeremy, honey,” she whispered, eyes darting toward the living room, “we can’t, not right—”

“Shh. Don’t worry, Mom.” His voice was low, steady, almost a growl. “I’ll take care of you.”

Something in the way he said it, so calm and protective, made the last of her resistance melt. She let her hands fall to her sides and just watched him, lips parted, as he worked his way down the dress. One button… two… three… until the fabric parted and her gorgeous breasts spilled free, heavy and flushed, nipples tight from the cool air and everything else.

“God, look at you,” he breathed, pushing the dress open wider. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He cupped them, thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling their weight in his palms. Julie’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft, needy moan slipping out as he kneaded and teased, rolling her hard little peaks between his fingers until she was arching into his hands.

He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, cradling her face like she was something precious. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against hers.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, son,” she whispered back, voice trembling with it.

“I’ll never hurt you.”

“I know.”

He kissed her again, hungrier this time, then spun her around in one smooth move. Julie let out a surprised little gasp that turned into a throaty groan when he bent her forward over the counter, hands guiding her hips exactly where he wanted them. The sudden shift from gentle one second to commanding the next lit her up; she could feel it in the way her pussy clenched on nothing, desperate to be filled.

Jeremy flipped the back of her dress up over her waist. There it was: that perfect, heart-shaped ass he’d dreamed about, legs already spread for him, the slick pink of her pussy peeking between her thighs, glistening and ready. Just like that first night in her bedroom when she was bent over, waiting for his father.

He freed his cock from his shorts and dragged it up the inside of her thigh, letting her feel how ready he was. Julie whimpered, pushing back, trying to chase him.

The head nudged her entrance. She was dripping, open, completely helpless like this, breasts pressed flat against the cool countertop, nipples scraping granite with every shaky breath.

He slid in slowly, deliberately. One long push until he was buried to the hilt. Julie’s back arched, a low, sultry moan pouring out of her as he stretched her open, filling her so perfectly she forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Fuck… do you like that, Mom?” he asked, voice rough.

“Uhhhh… fuck yes,” she managed, the words punched out of her.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, son… fuck your mother hard and deep.”

“Anything for you, Mom.”

He drew back almost all the way out and slammed home, knocking the air from her lungs. Then again. And again. Each thrust deep and punishing, hips slapping against her ass, the counter creaking under them. Julie couldn’t hold the sounds in, her desperate yelps and moans got louder with every stroke.

“Everything okay in there, guys?”

Jeremy didn’t even slow down. “Everything’s fine, Dad! Mom just ran out of pepper, I’m filling it up for her.”

Julie moaned again, louder this time, and added breathlessly, “That’s right… he’s filling me up…”

Mark laughed, totally oblivious. “Good work, son. Make sure you fill it all the way for your mother!”

“I’m doing my best,” Jeremy called back, grinning as he pounded into her even harder.

He could feel her getting close. Her breathing was ragged, her thighs shook with each thrust. He could feel her pussy starting to flutter around him.

“That’s it, Mom,” he growled against her ear, one hand sliding around to rub her clit. “Cum for me. Don’t hold back.”

“Yes… don’t stop!” she cried, voice ragged.

Her orgasm hit like a wave. Walls clamping down hard, milking him, a rush of wetness that soaked them both. The feeling dragged him right over with her; he buried himself deep and came with a low groan, pulsing inside her, filling her exactly like he’d promised.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard, his hands still gripping her hips, cock twitching with the last few spurts.

Finally he eased out. A thick trickle of cum followed, sliding down her thigh as she stayed bent over, ass up, utterly wrecked and gorgeous.

Julie pushed up slowly, legs wobbly, turning to face him. Her breasts were flushed red from the counter, nipples still hard, hair wild. She leaned back against it for support, chest heaving.

“Fuck,” she panted, laughing breathlessly. “That was amazing.”

She started doing up the buttons with shaky fingers. “Now get out of here before I burn dinner and your father actually comes in. Go. Shoo.”

Jeremy tucked himself away, stole one last slow kiss, and backed toward the doorway with both hands up, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

“Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say.”