She stood in the kitchen doorway wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to her heavy tits and barely covered the curve of her ass. Her son, twenty-five and home from the city for the weekend, was sitting at the table in just his boxers, scrolling on his phone. The house was empty. Her husband was gone for the week. She had been thinking about this for months, jerking off in the shower to the idea of her own sons cock inside her.
Baby, she said, voice low and rough, put the phone down.
He looked up. His eyes went straight to the way the robe gaped open at her chest. She didnt close it. Instead she walked over, untied the belt, and let the silk fall to the floor. Her big tits spilled out, nipples already tight. Her shaved pussy was visibly wet.
Mom, what the fuck
Shut up. She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs. His fingers slid through her slick folds. Feel how wet your mother is for you? Ive been thinking about this cock all week. She reached into his boxers and pulled out his dick. It was already hard, thick, and hot in her hand. She stroked it slow and dirty. You want to fuck your mom? Say it.
He groaned, two fingers pushing up into her cunt without thinking. Yeah. Fuck. I want to fuck you.
She climbed onto his lap right there on the kitchen chair, straddling him. She rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. This is your mothers pussy. Youre about to be the first one to fuck it since your father. You ready?
She didnt wait for an answer. She sank down, taking every inch of her sons cock into her tight, wet hole in one long, filthy slide. They both moaned loud. Her cunt stretched around him, gripping him like a fist.
Oh shit, Mom, he gasped, hands grabbing her ass.
Thats it. Fill Mommy up. She started riding him hard, tits bouncing in his face. Suck on these fucking tits while you fuck me.
He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard while she slammed down on his cock again and again. The wet sound of her pussy taking him filled the kitchen. She was dripping down his balls. Every time she bottomed out she ground her clit against him, getting closer.
She pulled off suddenly, turned around, and bent over the table, ass up. Come fuck your mother from behind. Pound this cunt.
He stood up, lined up, and drove back into her. His hips slapped against her ass with every thrust. She reached back and spread her cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her. Deeper, baby. Fuck Mommy harder.
He grabbed her hips and gave it to her rough, the table scraping across the floor. She came first, cunt pulsing around his dick, juices running down her thighs while she moaned his name like a whore. He didnt stop. He kept slamming into her until his balls tightened and he flooded her pussy with thick ropes of cum.
She stayed bent over, breathing hard, his cum leaking out of her. Then she stood, turned, and kissed him deep, tongue filthy in his mouth.
Bedroom, she said, already stroking his cock back to life. Were not done. Mommy wants that dick in her ass next.
He followed her upstairs, already hard again, ready to spend the whole night doing every dirty thing shed been fantasizing about.
