The house was quiet after dinner, just the three of us left at the table. Dad leaned back in his chair, wiped his mouth, and looked straight at me and Mom. "I've seen the way you two look at each other," he said, voice calm and steady. "It's time we stop pretending. I approve. I want to watch you fuck."
Mom's cheeks flushed but she didn't look away. She was 42, still thick in the hips and tits, wearing that thin house dress that barely hid her nipples. I was 19, cock already twitching in my jeans from the way she crossed her legs.
Dad stood up, walked over, and put a hand on Mom's shoulder. "Go on, son. Kiss your mother like you mean it."
I got up and moved behind her chair. My hands slid down her arms, then cupped her heavy tits through the fabric.
Mom let out a soft moan and leaned back into me. "Are you sure?" she whispered, but her nipples were rock hard under my palms.
Dad nodded. "Strip her for me."
I pulled the dress up and over her head. No bra, just those big, soft tits with dark nipples begging to be sucked. Mom stood there in nothing but tiny panties, her ass round and ready. I dropped my jeans and boxers, my thick cock springing free, already leaking.
Dad sat on the couch, legs spread, watching. "Suck him, baby. Show our boy how good your mouth is."
Mom dropped to her knees without hesitation. Her warm hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking slow and firm. Then her tongue flicked the head, tasting the precum, before she took me deep. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room as she bobbed, saliva dripping down my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, watching Dad's eyes on us.
"That's it," Dad said, rubbing his own bulge. "Make her gag on that cock."
Mom pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to my dick. "Fuck me, son. I need it."
I hauled her up and bent her over the dining table. Dad had a perfect view as I yanked her panties aside and rubbed my cockhead along her soaked slit. She was dripping, ready. One hard thrust and I was balls-deep in my own mother's tight, hot pussy.
Mom cried out, pushing back against me. "Yes! Fuck me hard!"
I pounded her, skin slapping loud, her tits swinging under her. Dad stood, came closer, and reached under to pinch her clit while I fucked. "You like your son's cock better than mine?" he asked her.
Mom moaned louder. "It's so thick… so young… yes!"
I flipped her onto her back on the table, legs spread wide. Dad held one ankle open while I slammed back in, watching my cock stretch her cunt. Mom's juices coated me, running down to her ass. I leaned down and sucked her nipples hard, biting just enough to make her squeal.
Dad unzipped and pulled out his cock, stroking as he watched. "Cum in her," he ordered. "Fill your mom's pussy while I watch."
Mom locked her legs around me. "Do it, baby. Breed me."
I thrust deep, grinding, and exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her, overflowing and leaking out around my shaft. Mom came with me, her walls pulsing, screaming my name.
We didn't stop there. Dad had me fuck her again on the couch, this time with her riding me reverse so he could see every inch disappear inside her. Mom bounced, tits flying, until I shot another load deep. Dad finally jerked off onto her tits while I fingered her cum-filled hole.
By the end of the night, Mom was a mess of sweat and cum, smiling between us. Dad kissed her forehead. "This is our new normal," he said. "Anytime you two want it, I'm approving."
Mom reached for my cock again, already half-hard. "Then let's not waste time."
