Jessica’s Endless Inches

**Jessica’s Addiction** The front door slammed shut, and Jessica barely had time to turn before her son’s thick hands clamped around her waist. His 20-inch cock was already rock-hard under his jeans, pressing into her ass as he yanked her hips back. "Been thinking about this all day," he growled, his breath hot on her neck. She whimpered, arching into him. "You know I can’t say no to you." His zipper tore open, and the moment his monstrous cock sprang free, Jessica dropped to her knees. She took him deep, gagging as he forced himself down her throat, her lips stretched obscenely around his girth. "Good fucking girl," he groaned, fingers knotting in her hair. But he didn’t let her stay there. Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto the kitchen counter, ripped her panties aside, and drove into her with one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails digging into the granite as his hips pistoned, every inch splitting her open. "Call your friends," he ordered between thrusts. "I wanna see them wreck you next." Jessica moaned, already reaching for her phone. She knew the gang would be here soon—and she’d take every last cock they gave her.

--- Jessica barely managed to tap out a quick text before her son’s thrusts knocked the phone from her grip. It clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he bent her over the counter, his hips slamming into her with bruising force. Her cunt stretched obscenely around him, dripping down her thighs. “Fuck, *fuck*,” she gasped, gripping the edge of the counter. “You feel so—*ah!*—so deep…” He didn’t answer—just reached around and roughly twisted her nipple, making her cry out. The sound only spurred him on, his balls slapping against her clit with every brutal snap of his hips. The front door burst open before he could finish. Three of his friends—muscled, hungry, already undoing their jeans—strode in. “Told you she’d be ready,” her son panted, pulling out just long enough for his friend to shove his thick cock into her gaping pussy. Jessica’s scream was muffled as another man stuffed his length down her throat, fingers tightening in her hair. The third wasted no time, lining his shaft up with her ass and pushing in with a single, merciless thrust. Jessica’s body jerked between them, stuffed full, every hole claimed. Spit and slick dripped onto the tiles as they used her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her son smirked, palming his cock. “Who’s next?”

Jessica’s moans turned ragged as the men shifted positions, swapping places with rough hands and greedy groans. One pulled out of her pussy, glistening with her wetness, only for another to plunge back in before she could clench around emptiness. The cock in her ass stretched her wider, his thrusts relentless as he ground against her tight ring. The one in her mouth pulled free, thick saliva strings snapping from her lips. “Open wider, slut,” he demanded, shoving two fingers past her teeth before forcing his shaft back down. Her son’s hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back to watch her face as she struggled to take it. “Look at her,” he growled. “Fucking born for this.” Another man stepped forward, his cock bobbing against her cheek. “My turn,” he said, and Jessica didn’t hesitate—she turned, lips parting, as he shoved himself down her throat alongside the first. The stretch burned, her gag reflex useless against their brutal rhythm. Tears streaked her face as they fucked her raw, every hole stuffed, every inch owned. “Good girl,” her son murmured, slapping his cock against her flushed cheek. “Now beg for more.”

Jessica’s throat convulsed around the cocks jammed down it, her guttural moans vibrating against their shafts. The man in her ass picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her slick folds as he pounded into her tight ring. The one in her pussy angled deeper, hitting her cervix with punishing thrusts that made her toes curl against the tile. Her son traced the spit-slick mess on her chin with his thumb before shoving it into her mouth alongside the others, stretching her even wider. “Say it,” he ordered, voice dark. She gasped around the intrusion, tears smearing her mascara as she choked out, “P-please… more! Fuck me harder!” The men groaned in approval, their rhythm turning savage. One gripped her hips, yanking her back onto his cock while another fisted her hair, fucking her face like a toy. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the kitchen, her body a trembling, overstuffed wreck between them. Her son stroked himself, eyes locked on her ruined expression. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Take it all, you greedy whore.”

Jessica’s body jerked as the first hot stream hit her—her son’s piss splashing over her swollen lips, mixing with spit and precum. She gasped, throat flexing around the cocks still buried in it, as another man stepped closer, aiming his stream straight at her clit. The liquid burned against her sensitive flesh, trickling down her thighs in filthy rivulets. The one in her ass pulled out just enough to let a third man piss directly into her stretched hole, the warmth filling her obscenely before dripping out around the cock that plunged back in. “Swallow it,” her son growled, fingers tightening in her hair as his stream flooded her mouth. She choked but obeyed, throat working desperately to take it, her tears blending with the mess. The men laughed, their cocks still hard, still using her. “Look at her,” one grunted, slapping his piss-slick shaft against her cheek. “Born to fucking take it all.”