The whiskey burned going down, but Linda poured another anyway. She was already sloshed, swaying in the kitchen in that thin tank top and no bra, her heavy tits swinging every time she moved. Her son Jake had come home from college for the weekend, and theyd started drinking together after dinner like they sometimes did when his dad was away. Tonight the booze hit different. She was horny as hell and couldnt hide it.
Fuck, Mom, youre really putting it away, Jake said, leaning against the counter, his eyes glued to the way her nipples poked hard through the cotton.
Shut up and drink with me, she slurred, handing him the bottle. Her voice was thick, dirty. Or are you too much of a pussy now?
He took a long swig, then set it down and stepped closer. Youre drunk off your ass.
So what? Makes me want to get fucked.
She laughed, low and nasty, and pressed her body against his. Her hand went straight to his crotch, squeezing the growing bulge in his jeans. Jesus, youre already hard. Been thinking about your drunk moms pussy all night?
Jake didnt answer with words. He grabbed her ass, yanking her tighter, and kissed her hard, tongue shoving deep. She moaned into his mouth, grinding against him, her tits mashed to his chest. Clothes came off fast. Her tank top hit the floor first, those big bare breasts spilling free. He sucked one nipple, biting just enough to make her gasp, while his fingers shoved into her panties and found her wet slit.
Goddamn, youre soaked, he growled, two fingers pumping into her cunt right there in the kitchen. Linda spread her legs wider, riding his hand, hips rolling dirty.
Finger-fuck your mother, she hissed. Make me come before I suck that cock.
He did exactly that, thumb circling her clit until she came hard, legs shaking, juices running down his wrist. She dropped to her knees, unzipped him, and took his thick dick straight into her mouth. No teasing. She sucked like a slut, gagging on it, spit dripping down her chin while she looked up at him with glassy, drunk eyes.
Fuck my face, she begged between slurps. Jake held her head and thrust, using her mouth until he was close. He pulled out, hauled her up, and bent her over the kitchen table. Her shorts and panties were already gone. He spread her ass, lined up, and slammed his cock balls-deep into her dripping pussy in one thrust.
Linda cried out, pushing back against him. Yes! Fuck me hard, baby. Wreck your drunk moms cunt.
He pounded her, the table creaking, skin slapping loud and filthy. Her tits swung, her ass rippled with every brutal stroke. She reached back to spread herself wider, begging for more. Jake reached around and rubbed her clit again, making her come a second time, pussy clenching tight around his shaft.
They didnt stop there. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Legs over his shoulders, he drove back in, watching his cock disappear into her soaked hole. She clawed at his back, moaning nonstop, drunk and shameless.
Fill me up, she demanded. Come in your mothers pussy. Do it.
Jake groaned and unloaded, pumping thick ropes deep inside her. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and still half-drunk. Linda pulled him down for another messy kiss, already rolling her hips again.
Round two in the bedroom, she whispered against his mouth. And this time I want you to eat my cum-filled cunt first.
They stumbled upstairs, leaving clothes scattered, ready for more. The night was only getting started.
