Mom had me bent over the kitchen table before the coffee even finished brewing. Her hands were rough from years of working the garden, and she used every bit of that strength to pin my wrists behind my back while she kicked my legs apart. "You've been teasing me with that ass all morning, girl," she growled, yanking my shorts down to my knees. "Time to pay up."
I didn't fight it. I never did. The second her fingers shoved between my thighs and found how soaked I already was, I pushed back against her hand like the greedy slut I was for her. Two thick fingers drove straight into my cunt without warning, pumping hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the quiet kitchen.
"Fuck, Mom," I moaned, forehead pressed to the wood. "Deeper."
She laughed low and mean, adding a third finger and twisting them. "You want deeper? I'll give you deeper." Her thumb dragged over my clit on every thrust, rough and relentless. My legs shook. She knew exactly how to work me, knew I came fastest when she treated me like her personal fucktoy.
She pulled her fingers out and I heard the zipper on her jeans. The thick head of her strap-on nudged my entrance a second later. Mom never bothered with lube when I was this wet.
She shoved the whole length inside me in one hard thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning so good it made my eyes water.
"That's it," she grunted, hips snapping forward, pounding me into the table. "Take every inch. This pussy belongs to me."
Her hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. She fucked like she meant to break me, deep and vicious, the base of the strap rubbing her own clit with every slam. I could feel her getting off on using me. That always pushed me over faster than anything.
When she reached around and pinched my clit hard, I came with a choked scream, cunt clenching around the thick silicone. Mom didn't stop. She kept driving into me through the spasms, dragging it out until I was whimpering and trying to squirm away. Only then did she slow down, grinding deep while she caught her own orgasm, cursing under her breath.
She stayed buried inside me while we both breathed. After a minute she pulled out slow, letting me feel every inch on the way. Cum and my own slick dripped down my thighs.
"Clean it," she ordered, turning me around and pushing me to my knees.
I opened my mouth without hesitation. The taste of myself on the strap was filthy and familiar. Mom watched with dark eyes while I licked it clean, then she pulled me up by the hair and kissed me hard, tongue fucking into my mouth like she was claiming that too.
"Bedroom," she said against my lips. "I'm not done with you yet."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She bent me over the couch instead, stripped the rest of my clothes off, and ate my pussy from behind until I was shaking and begging. Then she flipped me onto my back, climbed over my face, and rode my tongue while she fingered me open again. The whole house smelled like sex and sweat. We didn't stop until the sun was low and both of us were sore, marked, and satisfied.
Mom pulled me against her chest afterward, stroking my hair. "Good girl," she murmured. "My perfect little slut."
I smiled against her skin, already thinking about what she'd do to me tomorrow.
