I'll Love You Even More

Author's Notes: the best momson ship in jjba dont talk to me

She always looked beautiful to Josuke, but this morning? She was utterly ravishing. Josuke huffed to himself as he watched his mother get ready for the morning. Her hair was still wet from the shower. Faint wrinkles and dark circles were still visible under her stunning eyes. She hadn’t put on her makeup yet. Still, she looked good like this. There was something about seeing his mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, in such a vulnerable state. There was something so honest about it.

Of course, it probably helped that she was in nothing but a towel.

His cock stirred inside his pyjama bottoms. The loose fabric tented obscenely. Instinct took over. He stepped towards his mother. His hands laid themselves on her wide hips and pulled her back as his hips snapped forward.

“Josuke, I’m brushing my teeth,” Tomoko muttered. Foam spilled from her lips as she fought back a laugh. “Can’t you wait a couple of minutes before stabbing me with your morning wood?”

“Nah,” he murmured. “Gotta take care of it now.”

A sigh escaped the woman. “Alright... but make it quick.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Mom,” he whispered against her neck. The scent of her soap and shampoo clouded his senses. Part of him wished that he could smell her right after one of her aerobics tapes—did that make him weird? Still, there was no denying how sexy her floral soap was.

Trembling with excitement, his hand snaked its way to the front of her chest and tugged the towel off. Immediately, both his hands reached for her soft tits and groped them. He was being rough. Perhaps a little too rough. She didn’t seem to mind too much. Calloused fingers plucked at her dark nipples as his still-clothed cock ground against her full ass. He huffed. The friction and pressure was good. Not good enough though. Reluctantly, Josuke pulled a hand away from his mother’s breast and yanked down his pants. His thick cock, something that he allegedly inherited from his dad, smacked against her supple ass.

“Can I just stick it in now?” he asked once both hands were on her tits again. His fingers sank into her tits as her nipples bit into his damp palms. “I need you so bad, Mom.”

The woman shivered. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Josuke huffed in pleasure. The thought of being enveloped by his mom’s warm cunt was enough to make pre drip from his cock. Tomoko bent over the counter and spread apart her legs. Her son bit his lip as he lined his wet cock up with her twitching hole. Her dense pubic hair tickled his skin with each teasing prod and stroke. Then, finally, he sank inside.

Heat washed over him. Once again, his hips snapped forward and his balls thumped against her stiff clit. Both mother and son shared a moan as pleasure overcame them. A shuddering gasp fell from Tomoko’s parted lips. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“You too, Mom.”

The smacking of flesh against flesh filled the hazy room. Their moans swam through the misty air. Josuke’s fat cock ground against his mother’s shuddering walls. With each thrust, his bare cock grew shinier and shinier with their fluids. Soon, her arousal had begun to drip onto the bathroom tile below. Between his finger and thumbs, Josuke continued to massage and tug on Tomoko’s poor nipples. Pleasure zapped through their bodies. Her back arched against her son’s chest as he leaned forward as well. His hot breath danced across her damp, sensitive neck. Clumsily, his hips continued to clap against hers. Each thrust brought the both of them closer and closer to their respective peaks...

“Shit, Josuke,” Tomoko whispered in between ragged breaths. The twitching and throbbing of her son’s bare cock inside of her gave him away. He was about to cum. “M-make sure you... pull out—fuck! I-I mean it...”

“Y-yeah, I-I’ll try.”

“I fucking mean it, Josuke! I-it’s not safe.”

Those words made the boy shiver above his mother. It shouldn’t have turned him on and yet it did. Swallowing, his thrusts grew wilder and wilder. Juices splashed against their thighs and onto the front of the bathroom counter. Tomoko clenched around him. Her voice jumped an octave.

Desperate for leverage, the woman reached for the edge of the counter as the other placed itself onto the fogged-up mirror. Her palm squeaked against the wet glass as Josuke railed into her from behind. Her hand swiped across her obscured reflection after her knees buckled. The sight of her upcoming o-face greeted her. As did the sight of Josuke’s flushed face as his unmade hair hung in front of his eyes. A loud moan escaped her. Her walls clamped around his cock as an orgasm ripped through her. Arousal sprayed across the floor and counter as she collapsed onto the counter. Toiletries clattered noisily against the surface as others crashed onto the damp floor below.

Unable to take it any longer, Josuke came. Panic pulsed through his system as he tried to pull out. It was too little too late. He managed to pull out until just the head was left inside his mother’s bare pussy. Cum flooded her insides and stained her walls a milky white.

“Sh-shit,” he muttered.

It’d be okay, right?