I never planned to fuck my mom. It just happened one humid summer night after Dad left for good. I was twenty-three, back from college, and she was forty-five, still hot as hell with those heavy tits and wide hips that filled out every robe she wore. Wed been dancing around it for weekslong looks, accidental brushes, her asking if I needed help with laundry while I jerked off in the shower thinking about her.
That night she came into my room in nothing but a thin white tank top and panties. Her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric. Cant sleep, she said, voice low. You either?
I sat up, cock already thickening under the sheet. No.
She sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand landed on my thigh, fingers sliding higher until she felt the ridge of my dick. She didnt pull away. Instead she squeezed. Jesus, youre big like your father.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her down. Our mouths crashed together, tongues wet and desperate. She tasted like wine and mint. I yanked the tank top up and sucked one fat nipple into my mouth while my hand shoved into her panties. She was soaked, pussy lips slick and swollen. Two fingers slid right in. She moaned and ground against my palm.
Fuck me, she whispered. Right now. No more teasing.
I flipped her onto her back, ripped the panties off, and spread her legs. Her cunt was shaved smooth, pink and dripping. I shoved my cock in deep on the first thrust. She was tight, hot, gripping me like she hadnt been fucked in years. We didnt go slow. I pounded her hard, balls slapping her ass, the headboard banging the wall. She clawed my back and begged for more.
Harder, baby. Fuck your mom like you mean it.
I gave it to her. Sweat-slick skin slapped together. Her tits bounced with every stroke. I pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub her clit.
She came fast, pussy pulsing around my cock, juices running down my balls.
I wasnt done. I pushed her flat, climbed on top, and fucked her prone, grinding deep so she felt every inch. She kept talking dirty the whole timetelling me how long shed wanted this, how shed watched me grow up and started touching herself thinking about my cock. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the root and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her cunt.
We didnt stop there. She rolled over, sucked me clean, then climbed on top and rode me until I was hard again. We fucked until the sun came upher on top, me behind, her riding my face while I licked her swollen clit and swallowed my own load mixed with her cream. By morning she was leaking my cum down her thighs and smiling like shed won the lottery.
After that it became regular. Showers together, quickies in the kitchen, her sneaking into my room every night so I could fill her up. She loved it raw, loved feeling my cum drip out of her all day. Sometimes shed wear my load to work under her skirt, then come home and let me eat it out of her before we started again.
We both knew it was wrong. Neither of us cared. The taboo only made it hotter. Every time I sank my cock into the same pussy that made me, shed moan my name and beg for more, and Id give it to her until we were both wrecked and satisfied.
Thats how it started. Thats how it stayedraw, filthy, and ours.
