Zak slammed the front door so hard the letterbox rattled, and the frame shook.
Kate jumped in the kitchen. The knife clattered into the sink, carrots spinning off the board and rolling under the fridge. She spun round sharply.
“Zak!”
He didn’t stop; he stormed past the doorway and hit the stairs. Footsteps pounding up, bannister creaking like it was gonna snap.
Kate threw the tea towel down and went after him fast. “Don’t you dare walk away from me! Zak Harrison!”
Zak knew better than to keep moving when she dropped his full name like that. “Zak Harrison” hit him mid-step on the stairs, freezing his foot over the next tread.
He didn’t turn. Just stood there breathing hard.
Kate appeared at the bottom fast, one hand gripping the newel post. “Don’t you even think about taking another step.”
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” she snapped, “Coming into my house, throwing your weight around like that?”
He didn’t turn. Just stood frozen, breathing hard, back to her.
She took the first step up. “Answer me.”
“Look,” he muttered, “It’s been a bad day. Can we just drop it?”
No, we can’t just drop it!” she said. “This is more than a bad day, Zak. So out with it. Then you can go to your room.”
He stayed where he was, halfway up, back still mostly to her. Hand on the banister like it was the only thing keeping him upright. He turned round slow, finally facing her. Face red, eyes avoiding hers at first, then flicking up quick.
“It’s nothing,” he muttered. “Just… college shit. Lads being pricks. The usual.”
Kate didn’t blink. Took one step up the stairs. “Bollocks. You don’t slam doors and storm off like that, over lads being pricks.
“Mum… basically, there’s this porn star. Retired now, but there are memes of her everywhere online, old videos still floating around. Some of my mates saw a pic of you on my Facebook – the one from the BBQ last summer – and they’re saying you’re her doppelgänger. Exact twin. We all know it’s not you, obviously, but they keep showing me the side-by-sides, sending me the memes, the clips, asking if it’s you, as a joke. Over and over. It’s really pissing me off.”
The words came out fast at the end, like he’d been holding them in too long.
Kate didn’t flinch or look shocked. She just stood there a second, processing.
She uncrossed her arms slowly.
“So that’s what’s got you slamming doors and storming off? Your mates taking the piss because I look like some retired pornstar?”
Zak shrugged, but it looked forced. “Yeah. And… It’s not funny anymore. They won’t drop it. Group chat’s full of it. Every time my phone goes off, I think it’s another one.”
“Oh, Zak,” she said, shaking her head with a small sigh. “Bloody teenagers. You’re all eighteen, it’ll pass. Just ignore them.”
Zak let out a short, frustrated laugh. “Wow. Great help, Mum. Can I go now?”
He started turning to head up again.
Kate reached out, quickly grabbed his sleeve lightly to stop him. “Hang on. What’s a meme anyway? Like… a picture with funny writing on it?”
Zak paused, rubbed the back of his neck. Looked down at her properly for the first time since he got home. “Yeah, kinda. Just… viral pics or clips people edit and share everywhere. Make jokes out of them.”
“Right. And who am I supposedly looking like? What’s her name?”
Zak hesitated. Face went redder. He muttered it half under his breath. “Lucie Wilde.”
Kate blinked. “Who?”
“Lucie Wilde,” he repeated, louder this time but still awkward. “Czech pornstar. Retired now, but… yeah. Everyone says you’re her double. The hair, the eyes, the… everything.”
He gestured vaguely toward her chest, then dropped his hand fast like he regretted it.
Kate didn’t react straight away. Just stood there a second, then let out a quiet huff of a laugh, not mocking, more surprised.
“Lucie Wilde,” she repeated to herself. “Bloody hell. Never heard of her.”
“Can I go now?”
“Yes. Go on. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”
Kate was just scraping the mince into the casserole dish when her phone rang on the counter.
She wiped her hands on the tea towel and answered. “Hey.”
His voice came through, same tired tone as always. “Kate, gonna be late tonight. Won’t be back till about eight. Got to finish this job off.”
She sighed, “Okay. I’ll leave it to slow cook then. It’ll be ready when you get in.”
“Cheers, love. See you later.”
“Bye.”
She hung up, set the phone down, and carried on. Lid on the dish, into the oven, dial twisted to low. The kitchen filled with that warm, herby smell straight away.
Kate grabbed the bottle of red from the rack, poured a big glass, and took a quick swig.
She sat at the table, phone in hand. Opened Google, typed “Lucie Wilde” and hit go.
Kate stared at the phone; eyes locked on the first pic that popped up.
Lucie Wilde, smiling right at the camera, head tilted a bit, green eyes sparkling, dark hair falling loose, those huge natural tits barely contained. It was like looking at herself in a funhouse mirror that had gone off the rails.
She blinked hard. Leaned in.
“Jesus… no fucking way,” she muttered, half laughing in shock.
She scrolled to the next thumbnail. Same thing. The face, the lips, the curves-everything matched so perfectly, it felt eerie.
For the next hour, Kate barely moved from the kitchen table.
She kept topping up the glass, big gulps at first, slower ones later as the wine warmed her from the inside. Phone propped against the salt shaker.
She clicked onto another thumbnail on Pornhub, a short clip, Lucie Wilde on her back, legs spread, moaning soft at first, then louder… The way Lucie arched, tits bouncing heavy with every thrust, green eyes half-closed, lips parted in that same breathy way Kate recognised from her own mirror sometimes.
Her pulse kicked up quickly. Not just shock now. Heat creeping up her neck, down low in her belly. She shifted in the chair, thighs pressing together without thinking.
Another clip. Lucie riding reverse cowgirl, arse bouncing, back arched, head thrown back. Kate watched the whole twenty seconds this time. Felt her own breathing change shallower, faster. Nipples tight against her top, a low throb starting between her legs.
She didn’t stop. Clicked one more, Lucie on her knees, tits wrapped around a cock, looking up with that innocent-yet-slutty stare. Kate’s hand drifted to her thigh, rested there, fingers pressing in just a bit.
Kate was glued to the phone, heart thumping faster with every clip.
Then footsteps on the stairs, coming down quickly.
She panicked. Fumbled with the phone, slapped it face down on the table.
Just in time.
Zak walked in, joggers hanging low. “Hey Mum. When’s dinner?”
“Shit, yeah,” she said, rubbing her temple quickly. “Forgot- your dad rang earlier. He’s late again, back about eight. So we’ll eat just after that.”
Zak nodded slow, like it wasn’t news. “Right. Same old.”
“Anyway, come and sit with me for a bit,” she said, voice softer now, almost casual. “No point hiding upstairs till your dad gets in.”
Zak hesitated half a second, then shrugged and pulled the chair out. Dropped into it opposite her. Elbows on the table.
She leaned back, arms folded loosely under her chest.
“Still thinking about all that Lucie stuff?”
He looked up quick, then down again.
“Yeah. Can’t really switch it off.”
She nodded slowly. “Me neither. I… looked her up earlier. While the food was cooking.”
Zak’s head snapped up properly this time. Eyes wide. “You did?”
“Yeah.” She gave a small shrug, like it was no big deal. “Wanted to see what the fuss was about. The lads weren’t kidding. It’s… spooky how similar.”
He swallowed. “You watched any… clips?”
She held his gaze longer than usual. “A few. Short ones.”
The kitchen felt smaller suddenly. “And?”
Kate took a slow breath. “Made my heart go a bit funny, if I’m honest. Seeing someone who looks exactly like me doing… that.
“And what about you, Zak?” she asked, voice low, almost gentle. “If I didn’t look like her… What do you think of her?”
His face went pink again, but he didn’t dodge this time.
“I… dunno,” he started, voice rough. “She’s… hot. Obviously. The way she moves, the confidence, the… everything. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks. Just owns it. That’s kinda… sexy.”
He swallowed, eyes flicking to hers, then away quickly. “But it’s weird too. Seeing someone who looks so much like you doing all that. Makes it feel… personal. Like I’m not supposed to be thinking it, but I am. And when it’s just her, without the mum bit, yeah, I’d… I’d watch. More than once.”
He stopped. Rubbed the back of his neck. “That sound fucked up?”
Kate didn’t answer straight away. Just watched him, breathing steady. Then she gave a small nod, like she’d expected it.
“Not fucked up,” she said quietly. “Honest. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
“I won’t lie, Zak,” she said, eyes locked on his. “Watching her… it got me pretty turned on.”
“There’s just one thing about me and her that doesn’t tally up…”
Zak looked at her.
“Lucie never looks happy when she’s getting fucked,” she said, “But I do, Zak.”
Kate stood up, grabbed Zak by the front of his shirt, and yanked him to his feet in one rough pull.
She dragged him across the kitchen, shoved him hard against the island till his back slammed the edge, then pushed him flat onto it so he was lying out on the cold granite, legs dangling off the side.
Hands on his waistband, she tugged his joggers down quickly, cock springing free, thick and hard against his stomach.
She looked down, licked her lips slow.
“Mmmm, not bad, not bad at all.”
She took him deep in one furious stroke, lips stretching, throat opening, head bobbing fast and sloppy right away. Wet choking sounds bounced off the kitchen walls, spit dripping down his shaft.
She pumped the base hard with her fist, twisting, while her mouth sucked relentless, fast, with no mercy. Eyes locked on him the whole time.
Zak groaned loudly, hips jerking up into her mouth. She pinned his thighs down with her forearms, kept going harder, faster, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat on every upstroke.
He bucked once-twice-she didn’t let up. Sucked like she wanted to drain him in record time.
He exploded with a cry, cum shooting down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed it all, kept sucking till he was whimpering.
Then she pulled off slowly, wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Looked down at him, sprawled and wrecked on the counter.
“Better than Lucie, I bet, way better.”
She gave his still hard cock a light squeeze.
“God, I love youth, always hard.”
As Zak lay sprawled on the island, panting like a fucking dog, eyes rolled back in his skull, Kate was already ripping her dress up over her head in one rough yank.
The fabric cleared her flushed face as she tossed the dress behind her like it was trash, didn’t give a shit where it landed, just let it crumple on the kitchen floor.
She reached back, snapped her bra clasp open, straps sliding down her arms. Her massive tits spilled out, heavy and swaying, nipples already rock-hard, pointing straight at him.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties next, thin black lace soaked through, and shoved them down her thighs in a quick, impatient slide. She stepped out of them, kicked them aside, pussy bare now, lips swollen and glistening, a thin string of wetness clinging to the crotch as they hit the tiles.
Without another word, Kate climbed up onto him, straddling his hips on the island. Zak’s eyes snapped open, stunned. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, just watched her with that stunned, hungry look.
She lifted up slowly, one hand reaching down between them. Fingers wrapped around his cock, still slick from her mouth, rock-hard, and lined him up with her dripping pussy.
She sank down inch by inch, taking him in deep, stretching around him with a low, throaty moan.
“Fuck,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he filled her completely.
Kate reached up, fingers wrapping tight around the cold metal of the ceiling pot rack, the pots clanging softly as she pulled herself into position.
She dropped into a deep squat.
She lowered, slow at first, teasing the head against her slick folds, then dropped hard, taking him balls-deep in one slick, brutal slide.
A low, filthy groan ripped out of her as he filled her completely, stretching her wide.
“Fuck yes!”
She started riding him like that, squatting up and down, fast and deep, using the rack for leverage. Tits bouncing wild with every drop, nipples hard, sweat starting to shine on her skin.
The island creaked under them. Pots rattled overhead.
Zak now thrust up to meet her, hands sliding to her arse, spreading her cheeks as she slammed down again and again.
She looked down at him, “That’s it, baby,” she gasped between drops. “Fuck mum’s pussy like you own it.”
He groaned, loud, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the kitchen walls.
She squeezed the rack tighter, riding him furiously now, squatting low, grinding her clit against his base on every downstroke, chasing her own high
Her moans got louder, real, and greedy, no performance, just pure need.
“Gonna cum on your cock soon, Zak,” she panted. “Fill me up when I do.”
He nodded, frantic, hands gripping harder, thrusting up like he was trying to break her.
The rack shook. A pot slipped, clanged to the floor.
Between breaths, he managed to gasp out, “Are you sure you’re not Lucie?”
“Oh, I can be if you want me to be,” she panted. “Call me it, baby. Call me Lucie.”
Zak groaned deep, hips snapping up to meet her next drop, cock throbbing inside her.
“Lucie,” he said, testing it. “Fuck, Lucie.”
She moaned louder, pussy clenching hard around him at the sound of the name.
Zak’s hands slid up from her hips to her bouncing tits, grabbing them, rough, thumbs flicking her hard nipples.
He leaned up suddenly, mouth latching onto one, sucking deep, teeth grazing, tongue swirling fast around the stiff peak.
Kate gasped hard, back arching, pushing her tit further into his mouth.
“Fuck! Yes, suck them, baby,” she moaned, voice cracking. “Suck mum’s tits while you call me Lucie.”
He groaned into her skin, mouth full, sucking harder, tongue lashing the nipple like he was starving. Switched to the other one, teeth nipping, pulling a low whine out of her.
“Lucie,” he mumbled against her tit, voice muffled. “Lucie… fuck… your tits are perfect.”
She laughed, filthy, head thrown back, riding him faster, the wet slap of their bodies louder now.
“Keep sucking,” she panted. “Bite them if you want. Make ’em hurt good.”
He did! teeth closing just enough to sting, tongue soothing right after.
Her pussy clenched hard around him again, walls fluttering, getting closer.
She ground in filthy circles, hips rolling, walls fluttering around him, tight.
“Gonna cum… gonna cum all over your thick cock… oh shit… yes… yes… fuck!”
Her whole body locked up, back arching, tits thrust forward, nipples pointing at the ceiling.
Then she exploded.
“FUCK! I’M CUMMING!! SHIT!! YES!!! FILL MUM’S CUNT!!! YOU LITTLE FUCKER!! GIVE IT TO ME!” She screamed it loudly with no shame.
Zak lost it right then. Her vulgar screams ripped through him.
“Lucie!!! Fuc… Lucie… cumming… cumming in you!”
He bucked up hard, cock pulsing deep inside her, unloading thick ropes of cum straight against her cervix.
She kept grinding through it, dragging out every spurt, moaning filthy encouragement.
“That’s it! pump it in! Flood me… good boy! Give mum every drop!”
She finally slowed, still squatting over him, pussy clenching lazily around his softening cock, cum starting to leak out around the base, dripping down his balls onto the granite.
She looked down at him. “See?” she panted. “Told you I look happy.”
On shaky legs, Kate slid off him and the island, pussy still dripping, thighs slick with their mess. She stood there a second, breathing hard, tits heaving.
Zak lay sprawled out, spent, chest rising and falling fast, cock softening against his stomach, cum and her juices smeared everywhere.
She bent down, snatched her dress, bra, and panties off the floor, and didn’t bother putting anything on. Just balled the lot up in her fists.
Then she spat it out, smug, “How was that for a fucking meme?”
Zak tried to answer, something garbled came out, half groan, half laugh, words mashed together, nothing either of them could make sense of.
She just smirked, turned, and strutted out the kitchen naked, arse swaying, like she owned the world.
At the doorway, she stopped, glanced back over her shoulder.
“Oh, and Zak…”
He lifted his head just enough to look her way.
“Your dad will be home soon, so clean yourself, and clean up our mess.”
She gave him one last filthy little wink, then disappeared up the stairs.
Zak stayed flat on the island a minute longer, staring at the ceiling.
Then he laughed and started moving, slow, legs like jelly, grabbing a kitchen roll to wipe the granite before the evidence dried.
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