I slammed the front door shut behind me, my cock already half-hard from the sight of Mom bent over the kitchen counter in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. She was 48, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits, and she knew exactly what she was doing when she looked back at me with that smirk.
"Been waiting for you, baby," she said, voice low and filthy. "Your dad's gone for the weekend. Come fuck your mother like you mean it."
I didn't waste time. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her around. My hands yanked down her panties in one rough pull. She was already dripping, pussy lips swollen and slick. "You been thinking about this all day, Mom?" I growled, shoving two fingers straight into her cunt.
She moaned loud, grinding back on my hand. "Every fucking day since you turned 25. Now shut up and give me that cock."
I freed my dick, thick and throbbing, and slammed it into her from behind without any buildup. She was tight and hot, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. The wet slap of my balls against her ass filled the kitchen as I pounded her hard, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass red.
"Fuck yes, son," she hissed. "Deeper. Wreck that pussy you came out of."
I bent her lower, driving in balls-deep with every thrust. Her juices ran down my shaft and onto the floor. She reached back and spread her cheeks wider so I could watch my cock disappear into her. "You like watching your mom take it raw?" she taunted.
I answered by pulling out, spinning her to face me, and lifting her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I shoved back inside. Her big tits bounced with every stroke. I sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp and clench around me.
"Fill me up," she begged. "Come in your mother's cunt. I want to feel it leaking out of me all night."
I fucked her faster, the counter creaking under us. Her nails dug into my back. When she came, her whole body shook, pussy pulsing and squirting around my cock. That pushed me over.
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside her.
We didn't stop there. I carried her to the couch, bent her over the arm, and took her ass next, working my cock in slow at first then pounding while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. She came again, screaming my name, begging for more.
By midnight we were in her bed, her riding me reverse cowgirl, my hands spreading her ass so I could watch every inch disappear. "This is our secret," she panted. "Your real mother-son incest, just how we both need it."
I came twice more before dawn, once down her throat and once back in her dripping cunt. She fell asleep with my cum still inside her, one leg thrown over mine.
We spent the whole weekend that way: raw, loud, and completely addicted to each other. No guilt. Just filthy, endless mother-son sex exactly the way she wanted it and I craved it.
