I walked into the kitchen after midnight and there she was, leaning against the counter in that thin silk robe, the one that barely covered her ass. Mom looked up from her wine glass, her nipples already hard against the fabric. "Couldn't sleep either?" she asked, voice low. I shook my head, staring at the way the robe split open at her thigh. My cock twitched in my sweats right away.
She set the glass down and stepped closer. "You've been looking at me different lately," she said, direct as hell. "Like you want to fuck your own mother." No bullshit, no slow dance. Just the truth hanging there. I nodded. "Yeah. I do."
Mom smiled, dirty and knowing, and untied the robe. It fell open. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples dark and tight. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening. "Then do it," she said. "Fuck me right here."
I grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the counter.
My hand slid between her legs, fingers sinking into that wet cunt. She was dripping, hot and tight. "Jesus, Mom, you're soaked," I growled, pumping two fingers in and out. She pushed back against my hand. "Been thinking about your cock all week. Get it out."
I shoved my sweats down. My dick sprang free, thick and aching. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating it in her juices, then slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Mom cried out, gripping the counter. "Fuck yes! Give it to me hard."
I pounded her from behind, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, milking every inch. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough while I fucked her. "You like your son's cock?" I grunted. "Love it," she moaned. "Deeper. Wreck that pussy."
We moved to the living room couch. Mom pushed me down and climbed on, sinking onto my dick again. She rode me hard, tits bouncing, juices running down my shaft. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. "Cum inside me," she ordered. "Fill your mother's cunt."
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove in deep. The angle let me hit her G-spot every stroke. Her pussy fluttered and clenched. "I'm gonna come," she warned, voice breaking. I kept slamming until she screamed, squirting around my cock, soaking the cushions. The feeling pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping straight into her.
We didn't stop. She sucked me hard again on the floor, licking our mixed mess off my dick before straddling me reverse and riding until I filled her a second time. By sunrise we were in her bed, her riding my face while she sucked me off, both of us filthy and satisfied, no regrets, just raw need finally met.
