Chase crept into his mother’s darkened bedroom, his eyes glinting with an unholy hunger. He had been waiting all day to get his hands on Mom’s sexy body - to pin her down and claim what was rightfully his as a man of the house.

He slid into bed beside her and Mom stirred sleepily, her blonde hair tousled around her head. “Chase? Is that you?” she mumbled. “What are you doing in here?”

But Chase had already reached out to roughly grab a handful of Mom’s perky tit through her thin nightgown. “Wakey wakey, Mom,” he growled, giving her tit a sharp squeeze. “I’m going to have some fun with your hot body tonight.”

“Chase, no!” Mom gasped, trying to push his hand away. “You can’t! I’m your mother!”

But Chase just smirked. “That’s right, Mom. Your sexy, fuckable mommy that you get to rape whenever you want now that you’re the man of the house.” He tore off Mom’s nightgown, exposing her full, perfect tits. “Mmm ... I’ve been dying to get my hands on these massive titties,” he purred, groping and squeezing them roughly.

“Stop it!” Mom cried, struggling against Chase’s iron grip. “You can’t just barge in here and touch me like this! I’m not your toy!”

Chase laughed cruelly. “That’s where you’re wrong, Mom. You belong to me now, and I’m going to use your holes whenever and however I want.” To prove his point, he reached down to roughly smack Mom’s bare ass. “Open your legs, cumdump. It’s time for Daddy to rape your pussy.”