The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the sound of my mom's bare feet on the kitchen tile. She was 48, still thick in the hips and ass from years of being a single mom who hit the gym, and tonight she wore nothing but a thin tank top and panties. I was 22, home from college for the summer, and the tension had been building for weeks.
I walked up behind her at the counter and pressed my hard cock against her ass. "Mom, I've been thinking about this all day."
She didn't pull away. Instead she pushed back, grinding that soft, round ass against my bulge. "You're my son. We shouldn't."
"Fuck that," I said, voice low and rough. I reached around and grabbed her big tits through the tank top, squeezing hard. "You've been walking around here teasing me. Those shorts riding up your crack, those nipples poking out. You want it."
She moaned, a dirty little sound. "I do. I want my son to fuck me."
I spun her around, yanked the tank top down, and sucked one fat nipple into my mouth. She tasted sweet and warm. My hands shoved her panties down and I slapped her bare ass, leaving a red handprint. "Bend over the counter. Now."
Mom obeyed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already dripping. I dropped my shorts, grabbed my thick cock, and rubbed the head up and down her wet slit. "You want me to breed you, Mom? Fill that cunt with my cum until it takes?"
"Yes," she panted, pushing back against me. "Breed your mom. Put a baby in me."
I slammed into her in one hard thrust.
She was tight and hot, gripping every inch. I fucked her raw and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the kitchen. Her ass rippled with every thrust. I reached under and rubbed her swollen clit while I pounded her.
"That's it, take your son's cock," I growled. "Gonna pump you full. Gonna breed this pussy."
Mom cried out, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Harder. Fuck your mother harder. I want all of it."
I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around me as I drove back in, balls-deep. I sucked her tits again while I fucked her, biting the nipples just enough to make her yelp. Her pussy clenched around me, getting wetter.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Cum inside me. Breed me, son. Give me your load."
I grabbed her hips and hammered into her, the counter shaking. My balls tightened and I buried myself to the hilt, shooting thick ropes of cum deep in her cunt. She came with me, her walls milking every spurt, her juices mixing with mine and leaking down her thighs.
We didn't stop there. I carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her out, licking my own cum from her freshly fucked hole before sliding back inside. Round two was slower but just as filthy, me on top, her legs over my shoulders so I could go deeper.
"Feel that?" I grunted, grinding against her cervix. "That's me claiming this pussy. You're mine now. Gonna keep breeding you until you're pregnant."
Mom's eyes rolled back as another orgasm hit. "Yes, son. Knock me up. Fill me again."
I came twice more that night, once with her riding me, tits bouncing, and once with her on all fours, my hand in her hair while I dumped another load in her. By morning her pussy was swollen, red, and leaking my cum. She smiled, lazy and satisfied, and spread her legs again.
"Round four before breakfast?" she asked.
I was already hard.
