I walked into the kitchen and there she was, my mom, bent over the counter in that tight tank top and shorts, her big tits almost spilling out. She looked up and smiled like nothing was wrong, but we both knew what was coming. It had been building for weeks, ever since Dad left and she started walking around the house half-naked.
“Lock the door,” she said, her voice low and rough. I did it without thinking. My cock was already hard, pressing against my jeans. She straightened up and turned to face me, nipples poking through the thin fabric.
“You want this?” she asked, cupping her tits. “You want to fuck your own mother like a filthy slut?”
“Yeah,” I growled. “I want to bury my dick in your pussy right now.”
She laughed, dirty and low, then pulled the tank top off. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples dark and stiff. She shoved her shorts down and stepped out of them, standing there naked in the middle of the kitchen. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening.
“Come here and eat it,” she ordered.
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs. She tasted hot and wet, sweet and musky. I licked her clit hard, sucking it into my mouth while she grabbed my hair and ground against me.
“Fuck yes, baby,” she moaned. “Eat Mommy’s cunt. You’re such a good boy.”
I shoved two fingers inside her and pumped them while I licked. She was dripping down my chin. Her thighs started shaking. She came hard, flooding my mouth, cursing and calling me her dirty son.
When she finished she pulled me up and kissed me deep, tasting herself on my tongue. Her hand went straight to my cock, squeezing it through my jeans.
“Get that dick out,” she said. “I need it inside me.”
I stripped fast. My cock sprang free, thick and leaking. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice, then turned around and bent over the counter again, spreading her legs.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck your mother’s pussy raw.”
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and soaking wet. We both groaned loud. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the sound of skin slapping filling the kitchen. Her ass jiggled with every thrust.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck me like you hate me. Make it hurt.”
I slammed deeper, balls slapping against her. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I could see my cock stretching her hole. I spit on her asshole and rubbed it with my thumb.
“You want me in your ass too?” I asked.
“Later,” she panted. “Right now just wreck my cunt.”
I fucked her like that until she came again, screaming my name, her pussy clenching around me. I didn’t stop. I kept driving into her until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum into my own mother’s pussy.
She stayed bent over, breathing hard, cum leaking down her thighs. Then she turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean, licking every drop off my cock and balls.
“Next time,” she said, looking up at me with cum on her lips, “you’re putting it in my ass. And you’re not pulling out until I say so.”
I was already getting hard again. She smiled that filthy smile and stood up.
“Go lock the front door too,” she said. “We’re not done tonight.”
