She walked into the living room and froze. Her son sat on the couch with his jeans open, his thick cock in his fist, pumping it slow and steady while some porn played low on his phone. He was twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and she had told herself she would not look at him that way anymore. But there he was, hard and leaking, and her pussy clenched so hard it hurt.
"Fuck, Mom," he said when he saw her. He did not stop stroking. "I thought you were asleep."
Her voice came out rough. "Don't stop on my account."
He kept going, eyes locked on hers.
She stepped closer, pulled her nightgown over her head, and let it drop. Her tits were heavy, nipples tight. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and shoved them down.
"Show me how you do it," she said.
He spit in his hand and worked his cock faster, the head shiny and red. She climbed onto the couch and straddled his thighs, close enough that her wet cunt hovered over his shaft without touching.
"You want this pussy?" she asked.
"Yeah. Fuck, Mom, I want it."
She reached down and rubbed her clit while he jerked off beneath her. Every stroke made his cock twitch toward her folds. She lowered herself just enough to drag her wet lips along his length, smearing her juice over him.
"Put it in," she told him.
He grabbed her hips and pushed up. His cock split her open in one hard thrust. She was tight and soaked, and the sound was filthy, skin slapping as she started to ride him.
She fucked him rough, tits bouncing, ass slapping down on his thighs. "That's it, fill your mom's cunt," she growled. He met every drop with a thrust, balls smacking against her. She came first, clamping around him, soaking his cock and the couch beneath them. He followed right after, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her until it leaked out around his shaft.
They did not stop there. She turned around, got on all fours, and told him to eat her messy pussy. He buried his face between her cheeks and licked his own cum out of her while she sucked his cock clean. When he was hard again she backed onto him, taking every inch in her ass this time, grunting and swearing as he pounded her open.
By morning they were still at it, her riding him on the kitchen table while breakfast burned on the stove. She came again with his fingers on her clit and his cock buried to the root, both of them shaking and spent, already planning the next time they would not be able to stop.
