I got back from college on a Friday night and Mom was waiting in the kitchen wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered her thick thighs. At forty-eight she still had that full, heavy body I jerked off to every weekbig tits hanging heavy, wide hips, and an ass that jiggled when she walked. She poured me a drink, leaned over the counter so the robe fell open, and said, Your fathers gone for the weekend. Ive been thinking about you every damn night.
I didnt waste time with small talk. I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, and shoved the robe up over her ass. She was already wet; I could smell it. I dropped my jeans, lined my cock up, and slammed into her from behind right there against the kitchen counter. She grunted like a filthy slut and pushed back, taking every inch.
Fuck your mother, she hissed. Harder. Ive waited too long for this cock.
I pounded her deep and fast, my balls slapping against her. Her pussy was hot, tight, and dripping down my shaft. Every thrust made her mature tits swing and slap together.
She reached back, spread her cheeks wider, and begged me to wreck her. I did. I fucked her until she came screaming, her cunt clenching and squirting around me.
We didnt stop there. I carried her to the couch, laid her on her back, and buried my face between her legs. Her pussy tasted like pure sinmusky, sweet, and soaked from years of wanting this. I licked her clit while two fingers pumped inside her, then flipped her over and ate her ass while she moaned into the cushions.
She sucked me next, on her knees like a whore, taking my cock down her throat until spit ran down her chin and over her heavy tits. I raised you, she said between sloppy sucks, now Im going to swallow every drop you give me. She did, gulping it down while I held her head and fucked her face.
Later that night I took her to her bedmy parents bedand fucked her slow and deep in missionary so I could watch her face while she came again and again. Her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back, pulling me deeper. Fill me up, she whispered. Give Mommy that load. I came inside her twice before morning, thick ropes flooding her mature pussy until it leaked out onto the sheets.
By Sunday wed fucked in every room. Shower, laundry room, even the garage bent over the hood of her car. She rode me on the living room floor, tits bouncing in my face, telling me how much better my cock felt than my fathers. When I left for school again she kissed me at the door, robe open, cum still drying on her thighs, and said, Next time you come home, I want it even dirtier.
I already knew Id be back soon.
