I knew it was wrong the second I walked in on her, but my cock got hard anyway. Mom was on her bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried in her soaked pussy, moaning my name like she was starving for it. "Fuck, Jake… yes, baby, fuck your mother." She didn't even stop when she saw me standing there in the doorway. Her eyes locked on mine and she just kept rubbing her clit, hips bucking, tits bouncing with every thrust of her own hand.
"Come here," she said, voice thick and low. "You've been watching me for weeks. I know you have. Door cracked open, hand on that big dick of yours. Get over here and give it to me for real."
I didn't think. I just moved. Pants off, cock already leaking, I climbed onto the bed and she grabbed it like she owned it. Her mouth was hot and wet, sucking me down to the root in one greedy pull. She gagged but didn't pull back, spit running down her chin while she looked up at me with those hungry eyes. "That's it, son. Fuck mommy's mouth. I've wanted this cock since you turned eighteen."
I grabbed her hair and thrust deeper, feeling her throat squeeze around me. She moaned around my shaft, fingers still working her cunt, making wet, filthy sounds that filled the room.
When I pulled out she gasped, strings of spit connecting her lips to my head. "Please," she begged. "I need it inside me. Stretch me open with that thick dick."
She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, pussy glistening, lips puffy and red from her own fingers. I lined up and shoved in hard, no teasing, just one rough thrust that made her scream. She was tight and burning hot, clenching around me like she never wanted me to leave. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me, Jake. Pound your mother's cunt."
I fucked her like I hated her, hips slamming, balls slapping her ass with every stroke. She clawed my back, heels digging into my thighs, begging for more. "Harder, baby. Make it hurt. I've been dripping for you every night, fingering myself thinking about this." Her tits shook with the force of it and I leaned down to suck a nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp and squeeze me tighter inside.
We switched positions fast. She got on all fours and I took her from behind, hands gripping her hips, watching my cock disappear into her over and over. Her ass rippled every time I bottomed out. "Spank me," she ordered. "Tell me what a dirty mom I am." So I did, palm cracking across her cheek while I called her a filthy slut who raised a son just to fuck him. She came hard on that, pussy pulsing, juices running down her thighs.
I wasn't done. I flipped her onto her back again, hooked her knees over my shoulders and drove in deep, grinding against her clit with every thrust. She was babbling now, half words, half moans. "Come inside me, Jake. Fill mommy up. I want to feel it leak out of me all day." That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick pulses flooding her while she shook through another orgasm, milking every drop.
We stayed locked together afterward, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. She kissed me slow and deep, tongue lazy, like we had all the time in the world to do it again. "Next time," she whispered against my mouth, "you're going to fuck my ass." My cock twitched inside her at the promise, already getting hard again.
She smiled that wicked smile and started moving her hips. Round two started right there, no words needed, just the wet sound of us fucking like we were made for it.
