She stood in the kitchen doorway wearing nothing but a thin tank top that barely covered her heavy tits and a pair of tiny panties. The clock on the microwave read 1:47 a.m. Her son was at the table, shirtless, scrolling on his phone.
Couldnt sleep either? she asked, voice low and rough.
He looked up. His eyes went straight to her nipples pushing against the fabric.
No. You?
She walked over, hips rolling. Been thinking about your cock all day.
He didnt hesitate. He stood, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her around so her ass pressed against the counter. His hand slid straight down the front of her panties and found her already wet slit.
Fuck, Mom, youre soaked, he growled, two fingers pushing inside her.
She moaned and reached for his shorts, yanking them down. His thick cock sprang out, hard and heavy. She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking fast.
Been wanting this dick in me since you got home, she said, pumping him. Want you to bend me over and fuck me like you mean it.
He pulled his fingers out, spun her to face the counter, and ripped her panties down. She spread her legs. He lined up and shoved his cock into her pussy in one hard thrust.
Goddamn, youre tight, he grunted, pounding her right there against the kitchen counter.
She pushed back to meet every stroke. Harder. Fuck your mother harder.
He gripped her hips and slammed into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her tits bounced under the tank top until he reached around and yanked it up, grabbing both breasts and squeezing while he fucked her.
She came first, cunt clenching around him, juices running down her thighs. He didnt stop. He kept driving into her until he pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees.
Open, he ordered.
She opened her mouth and took his cock deep, tasting herself on him. He fucked her throat in short, rough thrusts until he pulled back and shot thick ropes across her tongue and lips.
She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her mouth. Bedroom. Now.
They didnt make it to the bed right away. He bent her over the arm of the couch in the living room and took her again from behind, one hand in her hair, the other slapping her ass while he railed her. She came twice more before he filled her pussy.
Later, in her bed, she rode him slow and deep, grinding her clit against him until they both came again. Sweat-slicked and panting, she collapsed on his chest.
Round three in the shower, she murmured against his neck.
He was already hard again.
