She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties, her heavy tits swaying with every step. Her son was already there, leaning against the counter, cock half-hard in his shorts from the sight of her.
"Fuck, Mom, you can't keep dressing like that," he said, voice low and rough.
She smirked and pressed against him, grinding her ass on his bulge.
"Why not? You like it. I see how you stare at these tits, how you jerk off thinking about your own mother."
He grabbed her hips hard and spun her around, yanking the tank top down so her big nipples popped free. He sucked one into his mouth, biting just enough to make her moan. "You want this dick, don't you? Want your son to fuck that wet pussy?"
"Yes," she hissed, reaching down to free his thick cock. She stroked it fast, thumb smearing the precum over the head. "I've been dripping for days thinking about you pounding me."
He shoved her panties aside and thrust two fingers straight into her cunt, pumping them deep while she gasped. "Soaked already. Such a slut for her own son."
She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor and swallowed his cock in one go, gagging as it hit the back of her throat. She sucked hard, drool running down her chin while he fucked her face, hands fisted in her hair.
"Take it all, Mom. Choke on that dick." He held her head and pumped until her eyes watered, then pulled out and slapped his wet cock across her lips.
She stood up, bent over the table, and spread her legs. "Fuck me. Put that cock in your mother's pussy right now."
He slammed into her from behind in one stroke, burying every inch. She cried out, pushing back to take him deeper. He pounded her hard, the table creaking, his balls slapping her clit with every thrust. "This pussy's mine now. You hear me?"
"Yes, fuck yes, fill me up," she begged, reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wider for him.
He reached around and rubbed her clit fast while he drilled her, making her cum hard, her walls clenching around his cock. She squirted a little, soaking his balls. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it until he pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the counter again so he could watch her face.
He lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and drove back in, watching her tits bounce with every brutal thrust. "Look at you, taking your son's cock like a whore."
She came again, screaming his name, and he followed right after, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. He stayed buried, grinding slow as the last drops leaked out.
Later that night she climbed into his bed naked. He woke up with her mouth on his cock again, sucking him hard before straddling him and sinking down. She rode him slow at first, then faster, her tits in his face while she whispered filthy things about how much she loved her son's cum.
He flipped her onto her back, pinned her legs open, and fucked her until the headboard slammed the wall. She came twice more before he filled her again, cum leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting.
By morning they were still at it in the shower, her bent forward with water running down her back while he took her from behind, one hand on her throat, the other rubbing her clit until she shook and begged for more.
Every day after that the house filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, wet sucking, and her moaning for her son's cock. She let him use every hole, and he made sure she never went a day without being stuffed full of his cum.
