I never planned on fucking my mom. It just happened one night after dad split for good. I was 22, living back home, and she was 45, lonely as hell and drinking wine on the couch in nothing but a thin robe. She looked up at me with those tired eyes and said, "Come sit with me, baby." Her voice was low and rough from the booze.
I sat down. She shifted closer, her thigh pressing against mine. The robe slipped open a little and I saw the curve of her tit, heavy and bare. My cock twitched in my jeans right away. She noticed. Her hand landed on my leg, fingers sliding up until she felt the hard bulge.
"Jesus, you're hard," she muttered. No hesitation, no fake shock. She grabbed my zipper, yanked it down, and pulled my cock out. Her hand wrapped around it, stroking slow and tight. "You've been looking at me like that for months."
I didn't answer. I just pushed her robe the rest of the way open and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard. Her nipples were stiff. She moaned when I pinched one. Then she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth, sucking like she was starving for it. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, drool running down my shaft.
I reached between her legs. She was soaked.
Two fingers slid right into her pussy, hot and tight. She sucked harder when I finger-fucked her, hips rocking against my hand. "Fuck, Mom," I groaned. She pulled off my cock long enough to say, "Call me that again while you fuck me."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She climbed on top right there on the couch, grabbed my cock, and sank down on it. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, wet and deep. She rode me fast and dirty, tits bouncing in my face while she told me how long she'd wanted this. "Your father's cock never felt this good. Fill me up, son."
I grabbed her ass and thrust up into her, pounding hard. The couch creaked under us. She came first, pussy clenching and flooding around my cock, moaning loud enough the neighbors might hear. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and fucked her until I shot deep inside, pumping load after load into her.
After that night we didn't stop. Every time dad was supposed to pick up his shit we ended up fucking instead. Kitchen counter, her bed, the shower. She loved it raw and rough. She'd bend over and spread her ass, begging me to eat her pussy then fuck her from behind while I slapped her cheeks red. Sometimes she'd wake me up by sucking my cock under the covers, swallowing every drop before work.
One afternoon she came home early and caught me jerking off to porn on my phone. She didn't say a word, just dropped to her knees and took over, licking my balls while she stroked me. Then she climbed on and rode me reverse, watching herself in the mirror across the room. "Look how wet you make Mommy's cunt," she said, spreading her lips so I could see my cock sliding in and out.
We got bolder. She'd text me from the other room: "Come fuck me before your sister calls." I'd walk in, bend her over the desk, and pound her until she was shaking. She liked when I pulled her hair and called her a dirty mom who couldn't get enough of her son's cock. She'd come hard every time, telling me to cum inside so she could feel it drip out later.
Months went by like that. Hot, secret, filthy. She never wanted romance or flowers. She wanted my cock in her mouth or her pussy or her ass when she was really worked up. The first time I fucked her ass she was face down on the bed, fingers rubbing her clit while I worked my way in slow then fucked her hard until she screamed into the pillow.
We kept it going until I moved out for a job. Even then she'd drive up on weekends and we'd fuck in cheap motels, her riding me while she whispered all the new ways she wanted it. Real mother son sex stories like ours don't end clean. They just keep burning until one of you finally has to stop. We never did.
