I had just turned twenty-two when it happened, the night the lines we'd both pretended didn't exist finally snapped. Mom had always been the hot one in our family, the one my friends joked about but I never let myself think about too much. At forty-four, she still had that thick, curvy body that filled out every pair of jeans she owned, heavy tits that swayed when she walked, and an ass that made men stare. We were alone in the house for the weekend, Dad gone on a business trip, and the heat had been building for months with every lingering look and accidental brush.
It started in the kitchen after dinner. She was rinsing dishes in a thin tank top and shorts, no bra, nipples poking through the fabric from the cool water. I stood behind her, reaching for a glass, and my cock brushed her ass. She didn't move away. Instead she pushed back, slow and deliberate, grinding that soft curve against my hardening dick.
"Jake," she said, voice low and rough. "You've been looking at me like you want to fuck me."
I didn't deny it. "Yeah, Mom. I do."
She turned, eyes dark, and grabbed my cock through my shorts. "Then do it. Right here."
I yanked her tank top down, freeing those big tits, and sucked a nipple into my mouth while she moaned and stroked me. Her hand was firm, jerking my shaft with quick strokes as I bit and licked. She dropped to her knees on the tile, pulled my cock out, and swallowed half of it in one wet gulp. Her mouth was hot and sloppy, spit running down my balls while she bobbed fast, gagging herself on purpose.
"Fuck, Mom, that's so good," I groaned, holding her hair.
She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my head. "I want this cock in my pussy. Now."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. I bent her over the kitchen table, ripped her shorts down, and slammed into her from behind. She was dripping wet, tight and hot around me. I fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, watching it ripple with every thrust. She pushed back, meeting every stroke, cursing filthy.
"Harder, baby. Fuck your mother like you mean it. Fill that cunt."
I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded her, feeling her squeeze around my dick when she came the first time, juices running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back on the table, spread her legs wide, and drove back in, watching her tits bounce as I railed her.
She clawed my back, legs locked around me.
"Don't pull out. Come inside me."
I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her pussy while she milked every drop. We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
Later we moved to the couch. She rode me slow at first, grinding her clit against my base, then faster, tits in my face. I sucked them while she bounced, her juices and my cum leaking out around my shaft. She came again, screaming my name, then slid off and sucked me clean before climbing back on for round three.
By morning we were in her bed, her on all fours while I took her ass with lube and steady pressure, stretching her tight hole until she was pushing back and begging for more. I came in her ass, then ate her pussy until she squirted on my tongue.
We didn't stop all weekend. Every room, every position, raw and messy and exactly what we'd both wanted. When Dad came home we went back to normal on the surface, but every chance we got after that, Mom's pussy was mine.
