Mom had been staring at me all night like she wanted to devour me. The second Dad left for his overnight shift, she poured us both a stiff drink and sat too close on the couch, her robe slipping open so I could see the heavy swell of her tits and the dark patch of hair between her legs.
"You've grown up so fucking big," she said, voice low and filthy. Her hand landed on my thigh and squeezed. "I used to change your diapers. Now look at that bulge in your pants. You want to fuck your own mother, don't you?"
I didn't answer with words. I grabbed her wrist and shoved her hand straight onto my cock. She moaned like a whore the second her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft through my jeans.
"Jesus, it's huge," she breathed, already rubbing me. "Bigger than your father. I need it inside me right now."
She dropped to her knees on the living room floor and yanked my zipper down. My cock sprang out, heavy and veined, the head already glistening. Mom didn't hesitate. She opened wide and swallowed half of it in one greedy gulp, gagging wetly as she forced more down her throat. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits while she bobbed fast and sloppy, making obscene choking sounds every time the head hit the back of her throat.
I fisted her hair and fucked her face, watching my own mother slobber all over my dick. "That's it, Mom. Suck your son's cock like the dirty bitch you are."
She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my glistening shaft. "Fuck me. I want you to stretch my cunt open. I've been wet for you for months."
We didn't even make it to the bedroom. She ripped her robe off and bent over the arm of the couch, ass up, legs spread. Her pussy was soaked, lips puffy and shiny, a trail of juice running down her inner thigh. I lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust.
Mom screamed into the cushion. "Oh fuck yes! Pound that pussy! Harder!"
I gripped her hips and slammed into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist every time I bottomed out. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I could watch my thick cock disappear into her over and over.
"Talk dirty to me," she begged. "Tell me what you're doing to your mother."
"I'm balls-deep in your married cunt," I growled, fucking her harder. "I'm gonna flood this pussy with cum. You're gonna walk around leaking your son's load all night."
She came hard, shaking and sobbing, her walls pulsing around me. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drilled down into her. Her tits bounced with every brutal thrust. She clawed at my back and begged for more.
"Fill me up," she moaned. "Breed your own fucking mother. I want it leaking out of me for days."
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She came again the second she felt it, milking every drop with her spasming cunt.
We stayed locked together, panting, my cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy. Mom smiled up at me, eyes glassy with lust.
"Round two in my bed," she whispered.
"This time I want you to fuck my ass while you tell me what a filthy mother I am."
I was already getting hard again inside her.
