She had always been the one to hold him close, but tonight the line between comfort and craving snapped the second he stepped through the door after years away. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the rain tapping the windows. She stood in the kitchen in a thin robe, the fabric clinging to her full breasts and the curve of her hips, and when he dropped his bag and looked at her, something raw and hungry passed between them.
He was a man now, broad-shouldered and hard with need, but the way he said Mom still carried that old ache. She crossed the room without thinking, pulled him into a hug that pressed her body tight against his, and felt the thick length of his cock twitch against her belly. Neither of them pulled away. Her hands slid down his back, gripping his ass, and she whispered, Ive missed you so fucking much.
His mouth found hers before either could pretend this was innocent. The kiss was deep and filthy, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. She tasted the whiskey on his breath and moaned when his hands yanked the robe open, palms rough on her bare tits.
He squeezed hard, thumbs flicking her stiff nipples, and she ground her cunt against the bulge in his jeans.
They didnt make it to the bedroom. She shoved him back against the kitchen table, dropped to her knees, and tore his zipper down. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already slick. She wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft and licked from base to tip in one slow stroke. God, youre so big, she muttered, then sucked him deep, throat working, spit dripping down his balls. He groaned and thrust, fucking her mouth while she gagged and swallowed around him.
When he hauled her up and spun her around, she bent over the table without protest, robe falling to the floor. He kicked her legs apart, rubbed the fat head of his cock through her soaked folds, and slammed inside in one brutal thrust. She cried out, cunt clenching around every inch as he pounded her. The wet slap of skin filled the room. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise while he drove deeper, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
Fuck me harder, she begged. Use your mothers pussy. He snarled and picked up the pace, the table scraping across the tile. One hand reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles until she came with a broken shout, juices running down her thighs. He didnt stop. He fucked her through it, then pulled out and spun her to face him again.
She hopped onto the table, spread wide, and guided him back inside. They locked eyes while he rutted into her, sweat-slick bodies sliding together. She clawed at his back, heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper. Come inside me, she demanded. Fill your mother up.
He buried himself to the hilt and exploded, hot pulses of cum flooding her cunt. She milked every drop, grinding down until he shuddered and stilled. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside her.
Later they moved to the couch, slower this time but no less filthy. She rode him, tits bouncing, while he sucked her nipples and told her how tight and wet she felt. She came again, then sank down and took him in her ass, riding until he filled that hole too. By morning they had fucked in the shower, against the wall, and back in her bed, bodies sore and marked, the taboo heat still burning between them.
They knew it would happen again. And again.
