The house was empty except for us. I walked in from work and saw my mom bent over the kitchen counter, her tight yoga pants stretched across her ass. She was 45, still hot as fuck, with big tits and a body that made my cock twitch every time I looked at her. I was 22, home for the summer, and lately the tension had been killing me.
"Hey, Mom," I said, dropping my keys. My voice came out low and rough.
She straightened up and turned, her nipples already poking through her thin tank top. "Hey, baby. Long day?" She licked her lips like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
I stepped closer. "You have no idea. Been thinking about this all week." I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me so she could feel my hard cock pressing into her stomach.
Mom didn't pull away. Instead she ground against it. "Fuck, you're big. I've been wet thinking about my son's cock all afternoon."
That was all it took. I yanked her tank top down, freeing her heavy tits, and sucked one nipple into my mouth while I squeezed the other. She moaned loud and dirty. "Yes, suck Mommy's tits. Bite them."
I bit down and she gasped, shoving her hand into my pants to wrap her fingers around my shaft. "So fucking hard for me," she said, stroking fast and tight. "You want to fuck your own mother, don't you?"
"Goddamn right I do." I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and ripped her yoga pants down to her knees. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle. "Look at this wet cunt. You've been waiting for your son to claim it."
I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her cheeks, tongue-fucking her hole while I rubbed her clit. Mom pushed back against my mouth. "Eat that pussy, baby. Taste how bad Mommy wants you."
She came fast, thighs shaking, juices running down my chin. I stood up, freed my cock, and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot and perfect.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Fuck Mommy's cunt! Pound it like you own it!"
I gripped her hips and railed her, balls slapping against her with every stroke. The kitchen filled with the wet sound of my cock driving into her and her filthy moans. "Harder, son! Stretch Mommy's pussy. Fill me up."
I reached around and rubbed her clit again while I fucked her. She came a second time, clenching around my dick so hard I almost lost it. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I shoved back inside.
We locked eyes while I thrust. "Tell me you love fucking your son," I growled.
"I love it," she panted. "Love your big cock ruining Mommy's pussy. Come inside me. Breed me."
That pushed me over. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her. She milked every drop, kissing me hard and dirty until we were both shaking.
We stayed locked together, breathing heavy. Mom smiled against my mouth. "Round two in the shower?"
I was already getting hard again inside her. "Yeah. And this time I'm fucking your ass."
She laughed, low and filthy. "Anything for my son."
