She had him pinned against the kitchen counter before he could drop his keys. At twenty-two, he was bigger than her, stronger on paper, but she moved like she owned every inch of him and always had. Her hands were already at his belt, yanking it open with sharp, impatient tugs.
Mom, what the fuck
Shut up, she hissed, voice low and filthy. You think I havent seen the way you look at me? All those late nights you jerk off thinking about this? Tonight youre going to do it for real.
Her palm shoved down the front of his jeans and wrapped around his cock, already half-hard from the shock and the heat of her body. She stroked him rough and fast, thumb dragging over the head, smearing the first bead of precum.
Youre hard for your mother, she taunted, eyes locked on his. Say it.
He tried to pull back but the counter dug into his spine. Her grip tightened. Say it or Ill make this hurt.
Im fuck Im hard for you, he muttered, face burning.
She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, yanked his jeans and boxers down in one motion, and took him into her mouth without another word. No teasing, no slow buildjust hot, wet suction and the wet sound of her throat working him deeper. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside while her fingers dug into his thighs hard enough to leave marks.
He groaned, hips twitching. She pulled off with a filthy pop, spit stringing from her lips to his cock.
Youre going to fuck me, she said, standing again. Right here. And youre going to come inside me because thats what I want.
She turned, hiked her skirt up, and bent over the counter, ass presented. No panties. She reached back, spread herself, and looked over her shoulder.
Now.
He hesitated half a second too long. She grabbed his cock again, lined him up, and pushed back hard. He sank into her in one rough thrust. She was soaked, tight, and she clenched around him immediately.
Thats it, she growled. Fuck me like you mean it.
His hands found her hips on instinct. He started movingdeep, hard strokes that made her ass ripple every time he bottomed out. The kitchen filled with the slap of skin and her low, dirty moans.
Harder, she ordered. Make it hurt a little. I want to feel it tomorrow.
He slammed into her, the counter creaking. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles, getting wetter around him with every thrust.
Tell me youre going to come in your mothers cunt, she panted.
Im gonna come in you, he gasped, rhythm turning ragged.
She pushed back to meet every thrust, taking him as deep as she could. When he started to shake she clamped down, milking him, and he lost itthick pulses flooding her while she kept rubbing herself until she came too, cunt pulsing around him, a low moan tearing out of her throat.
She didnt let him pull out right away. She stayed bent over, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside her.
Good boy, she said finally, voice softer but still in control. Now go to my room. Were not done.
He obeyed, legs unsteady, already getting hard again at the thought of what shed make him do next. She followed, skirt still around her waist, his cum starting to drip down her thigh.
On the bed, she said. On your back.
She climbed over him, straddled his face first, and lowered her soaked pussy onto his mouth.
Clean up what you made, she ordered, grinding down. Then Im going to ride you until you cant walk.
His tongue pushed inside her, tasting both of them, and she rocked against his face with a satisfied sigh.
Thats right, she murmured, reaching back to stroke his cock back to full hardness. Youre mine tonight. Every drop. Every time I want it.
She kept him there until she came again on his tongue, then slid down his body, sank onto his cock, and started riding him slow and deep, hands braced on his chest, eyes locked on his like she was daring him to look away.
Tell me you want more, she said, voice rough.
I want more, he answered, voice wrecked.
She smiled, dark and pleased, and picked up the pace until the bed slammed against the wall.
Better, she said. Now dont you dare stop until I say.
