I slammed the front door behind me, still buzzing from the bar. Mom was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but that thin silk robe she knew drove me crazy. She turned, tits pushing against the fabric, nipples already hard. "Late again, baby?" she said, voice low and dirty. I dropped my keys and crossed the room fast. "Couldn't stop thinking about your cunt all night," I told her straight. She smiled, that wicked mom smile, and let the robe fall open. Her big tits bounced free, pussy shaved smooth and already glistening. I grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. "Fuck me like you mean it," she growled. I yanked my cock out, thick and throbbing, and rammed it straight into her wet hole in one thrust. Mom moaned loud, pushing back, taking every inch. "That's it, son, pound your mother's pussy." I fucked her hard, balls slapping her ass, hands gripping her hips.
She reached down and rubbed her clit, juices dripping down my shaft. "Fill me up," she begged. I slammed deeper, faster, until I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She came screaming, cunt milking me dry. We stayed locked like that, breathing heavy, my cock still twitching in her soaked pussy. Mom looked back over her shoulder, eyes glazed. "Round two in the shower," she said. "And this time I want it in my ass." I pulled out slow, cum leaking down her thighs, already getting hard again. That night we didn't stop until the sun came up, every hole used, every filthy word spoken. Mom was the best fuck of my life, and she always would be.
