I slammed the door behind me after another long shift, and there she was in the kitchen, my mom, wearing nothing but that thin silk robe that barely covered her ass. At 42 she still had the body of a woman half her age, tits full and heavy, hips that swayed when she walked. She turned and smiled that knowing smile, the one that said she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"Long day, baby?" she asked, voice low and husky. She poured me a drink without waiting for an answer, then leaned against the counter so the robe slipped open just enough to show the dark edge of her nipple.
I took the glass, knocked it back, and stepped closer. "You know what kind of day it's been. Same shit. But seeing you like this makes it better." My hand went straight to her waist, pulling her against me so she could feel my cock already hard in my jeans.
She didn't pull away. Instead she pressed closer, rubbing against the bulge. "Your father won't be home for hours. We have the house to ourselves." Her fingers worked my zipper down fast, reaching inside to wrap around my thick shaft. "Fuck, you're so hard already. Been thinking about this all day?"
"Yeah," I growled, sliding the robe off her shoulders. It pooled on the floor. Her big tits spilled out, nipples stiff. I grabbed one, squeezing hard, then bent to suck the other into my mouth while she stroked me slow and firm. "Been thinking about bending you over this counter and fucking you raw like last time."
She moaned, pushing my head tighter to her breast.
"Do it. Use me. I want that cock deep in my pussy tonight." She turned around, bent over the counter, and spread her legs. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and her shaved cunt was already glistening.
I dropped my jeans, lined up, and shoved in with one hard thrust. She was tight and wet, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. "Shit, Mom, you're soaked," I grunted, pounding into her from behind. The slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. I reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her deep, balls slapping against her.
She pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder, baby. Fuck your mother like you mean it. Fill me up." Her voice was filthy, raw, exactly how I liked it. I grabbed her hips and slammed harder, the counter shaking under us. Sweat slicked our bodies fast.
I pulled out after a few minutes, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around me as I drove back in, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. She leaned back, fingers digging into my shoulders. "That's it. Pound that pussy. Make me come on your cock."
Her walls started fluttering around me. I kept the pace brutal, thumb working her clit until she cried out, coming hard, juices running down my shaft. I didn't stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release. "Gonna fill you up," I warned, voice rough.
"Do it. Come inside me," she begged, pulling me deeper. I exploded with a groan, pumping thick ropes of cum into her cunt, filling her until it leaked out around my cock.
We stayed like that, breathing heavy, my dick still twitching inside her. She kissed me slow and dirty, tongue sliding against mine. "Shower with me," she whispered. "Then we can do it again in bed. All night if you want."
I pulled out, watching my cum drip from her. "Fuck yes. This is our secret. No one else needs to know how good this family incest sex story really gets." She smiled, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs, already stroking me hard again.
