Mom's pussy was dripping before I even got my cock out. She stood in the kitchen in nothing but an old T-shirt, her heavy tits straining the fabric, nipples hard. "Lock the door," she said, voice already thick. "Your father's gone for the weekend. I want you to breed me tonight."
I didn't waste time with talk. I grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. Her ass cheeks spread wide, and I could see her swollen cunt lips already glistening. I yanked my jeans down, my thick cock slapping against her thigh. No foreplay this time. She wanted it rough and direct.
"Shove it in me," she growled. "Fill that fertile hole."
I slammed into her in one thrust. Her pussy clamped down like a fist, hot and soaked. I started pounding right away, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the tiles. Every stroke bottomed out against her cervix. She pushed back, grinding her ass against me, demanding more.
"Fuck yes, breed your mother," she panted. "Pump that load deep. Make me take every drop."
I reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard while I fucked her. Her milk-heavy nipples leaked a little from the pressure. I pinched one and she moaned louder. My balls slapped her clit with every thrust.
She was dripping down my shaft, running over my balls.
I pulled out just long enough to flip her onto the kitchen table. Her legs went over my shoulders and I drove back in. The table creaked under us. I watched my cock disappear into her stretched pussy over and over, her lips clinging to me on every out-stroke. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast.
"Give me that baby," she begged. "Knock me up. I want your cum leaking out of me for days."
I felt my balls tighten. I buried myself to the hilt and let go. Thick ropes of cum flooded her. She came hard, cunt milking me, sucking every spurt deeper. I stayed inside her, grinding, making sure it stayed put.
We didn't stop there. I carried her to the bedroom, cock still half-hard and slick. She got on all fours on the bed and I mounted her again from behind. This time slower but deeper, long strokes that made her whimper. "Talk dirty," I ordered.
"Fill Mommy's cunt again," she said. "Breed me like the slut I am for my son's cock. Put a baby in me so everyone knows who knocked me up."
I reached under and fingered her clit while I fucked. She came twice before I unloaded a second time, even thicker than the first. Cum overflowed around my shaft and ran down her thighs. I pulled out and watched it pulse from her used hole, then pushed it back in with two fingers.
She rolled onto her back, spread wide, and pulled me on top. "Don't stop until I'm pregnant," she said. We fucked through the night in every position. Missionary with her legs pinned back so I could watch my cock stretch her. Her riding me, tits bouncing, grinding her clit against my pubic bone while she milked another load out of me. Doggy again, this time with my thumb in her ass for extra pressure.
By morning her pussy was puffy, red, and constantly leaking my cum. She kept two fingers inside herself whenever I wasn't fucking her, holding it in. "I can feel it working," she whispered, eyes glassy with lust. "Your seed is taking root."
We showered together and I fucked her standing up against the tiles, lifting her so her legs wrapped around me. Water ran over us while I pumped another load deep. She came so hard she bit my shoulder.
Later that day on the couch she sat on my lap facing away and rode me reverse cowgirl. I reached around to rub her clit while she bounced. "Tell me how full you are," I said.
"So full," she moaned. "Your cum is packed right against my womb. Breed me again. Don't pull out."
I didn't. I came inside her for the fifth time that day, holding her down on my cock until every pulse finished. She stayed there, clenching around me, refusing to let any escape.
By the end of the weekend her belly had a slight swell from all the cum I'd pumped into her. She walked around the house naked, deliberately letting it leak down her thighs, then scooping it up and pushing it back inside. "Next month when I miss my period," she said, kissing me hard, "we're going to celebrate the same way."
I already knew we'd keep going until she was carrying my child.
