I slammed the front door shut behind me, still pissed from another dead-end job interview. Mom was in the kitchen, bent over the counter in those tight yoga pants that showed every curve of her ass. She turned, wiping her hands on a towel, and gave me that look she always did lately—half worried, half something hotter.
"Another bust?" she asked.
"Yeah," I muttered, dropping my keys. "Fuck it all."
She stepped closer, her tits straining against her tank top. "You need to relax, baby. Let me help."
It started with her hands on my shoulders, rubbing the knots out. Then her fingers slid lower, brushing my chest, then my stomach. I should have stopped it. But when she pressed her body against my back and whispered, "You've been watching those videos again, haven't you? The ones with the mothers and their boys," my cock got hard instantly.
I spun around and grabbed her hips. "You know about that shit?"
She smiled dirty, no shame. "I found your browser history. Amateur stuff.
Real. Like us." Her hand went straight to my dick, squeezing through my jeans. "You want to fuck your motherless boy fantasy for real? Here it is."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. I yanked her pants down right there on the kitchen floor, exposing her shaved pussy already wet and glistening. She dropped to her knees, unzipped me, and swallowed my cock in one greedy gulp. No teasing—just raw sucking, her tongue working the underside while she gagged herself on it, spit dripping down my balls.
"Fuck, Mom," I groaned, holding her head. She looked up with those eyes, mouth full, and moaned around my shaft like she was starving for it.
I pulled her up, bent her over the table, and slammed into her from behind. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping me like it was made for her son's dick. She pushed back hard, meeting every thrust, her ass slapping against me. "Deeper, fuck your mom harder," she panted. "Give it to me raw."
I pounded her like that for minutes, balls deep, the table creaking. Her juices ran down my thighs. I reached around and rubbed her clit, feeling her pussy spasm. She came first, screaming my name, her walls clenching so tight I almost lost it.
We switched to the couch. She rode me, tits bouncing in my face, grinding her clit against me while she whispered filthy shit. "This is what you jerk off to, isn't it? Your own mother taking every inch." I sucked on her nipples, biting them, and she came again, soaking my cock.
Finally I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and fucked her missionary, deep and relentless. Her pussy milked me until I couldn't hold back. I pulled out at the last second and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits, some hitting her chin. She scooped it up with her fingers and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine.
We lay there panting, sweat-slicked. She kissed me slow, tasting like cum and sweat. "Next time," she said, voice hoarse, "we film it. Make our own amateur story."
I was already getting hard again.
