He had watched her for years, the way her hips swayed when she bent over the kitchen counter, the way her tits strained against those thin nightgowns she wore around the house. Tonight was different. Tonight the house was empty except for the two of them, and he was done pretending.
She was at the sink rinsing dishes when he came up behind her. No warning. His hands grabbed her waist hard, yanking her back against his already stiff cock. "Mom," he growled low in her ear, "I'm fucking you tonight. No more bullshit."
She gasped, tried to twist away. "What the hell are you doing? Let go of me right now." Her voice shook, but her body stayed pressed to him, warm and soft.
He didn't let go. One hand slid up and squeezed her tit through the fabric, thumb rubbing her nipple until it peaked. The other hand yanked her shorts down in one rough pull, exposing her ass. "You've been teasing me forever with this body. Tonight you're taking my cock."
She struggled, pushing back, but he was stronger. He bent her over the counter, one palm flat between her shoulder blades.
His fingers found her pussy from behind and shoved two inside without warning. She was wet. Soaking. "Look at that," he said, pumping them deep and fast. "Your cunt's dripping for your own son. You want this forced dick."
"No," she panted, but her hips rocked back onto his fingers anyway. He pulled them out, unzipped, and slammed his thick cock straight into her in one brutal thrust. She cried out, the sound raw and loud in the quiet kitchen. He didn't give her time to adjust. He fucked her hard, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with every stroke.
Her walls clenched around him, tight and hot. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he pounded her. "Say it," he ordered. "Tell me you need your son's cock forcing you open."
She moaned, head dropping forward. "Fuck… don't stop." That was enough. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Legs spread wide, he drove back in, watching her face twist with pleasure she didn't want to admit. Her tits bounced with every thrust. He leaned down and sucked one nipple hard, teeth grazing.
She grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. "You're… you're too big," she gasped, but her pussy kept sucking him deeper. He fucked her faster, the wet sounds filling the room. When she started to come, he didn't slow down. He hammered through her orgasm, making it last until she was shaking and whimpering.
He pulled out at the last second, flipped her onto her stomach on the counter again, and pushed back inside. "Not done with this cunt yet." He gripped her hips and used her, raw and relentless, until his own release hit. He buried himself deep and unloaded, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down her thighs. She didn't move right away. Instead she looked back at him, eyes dark. "Lock the door," she said quietly. "We're not finished."
He grinned, already getting hard again. This time she didn't fight when he bent her over the table. She spread her legs and took every inch he gave her, moaning his name while he forced another orgasm out of her. The night stretched on with more of the same: rough, dirty, no pretending. She was his now, and they both knew it.
