I never planned on riding my son's cock, but once his thick dick was buried balls-deep in my dripping cunt, there was no turning back. It happened on a hot summer night when my 24-year-old son Mark came home from his job site, sweaty and tired. I was in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties, my big tits barely contained, nipples poking out like they were begging for attention. Mark walked in, dropped his bag, and stared.
"Fuck, Mom, you look good enough to eat," he said, voice low and rough.
I laughed it off at first, but my pussy clenched at the words. We'd always been close, maybe too close. His dad was long gone, and it had been years since I'd had a real man. Mark was built like one nowbroad shoulders, strong arms, and from the bulge in his jeans, packing serious meat.
"Keep talking like that and I might let you," I shot back, dirty and direct, testing the line.
He didn't hesitate. He crossed the room, grabbed my ass with both hands, and pulled me against him. His cock pressed hard into my belly. "I've jerked off thinking about this pussy for years," he growled. "Best mom and son sex stories don't even come close to what I'm gonna do to you."
I moaned and reached down, squeezing his dick through his jeans. It was huge, throbbing. "Then stop talking and fuck your mother."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. Mark yanked my tank top down, freeing my heavy tits, and sucked a nipple into his mouth while he shoved my panties aside. His fingers found my wet slit and plunged in, two at once, fucking me fast and rough. "Soaked already," he muttered. "This cunt's been waiting for son cock."
I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor and unzipped him. His dick sprang out, veiny and thick, the head already leaking. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked hard, taking him deep until he hit the back of my throat. Mark grabbed my hair and thrust, face-fucking me like he'd been dying for it. Spit ran down my chin onto my tits. "That's it, Mom, choke on it," he said.
When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected us. He lifted me onto the counter, spread my legs wide, and slammed his cock straight into my pussy in one hard thrust. I screamed from the stretchit had been so long, and he was bigger than I remembered any man being. My walls gripped him tight as he pounded me, the counter shaking, dishes rattling.
"Fuck me harder, son," I begged, dirty words spilling out. "Use that big dick on Mommy's cunt. Fill me up."
Mark grunted and hammered faster, his balls slapping my ass with every stroke. He reached down and rubbed my clit in rough circles while he fucked me. I came fast, pussy spasming around his shaft, juices squirting out around his cock. He didn't stop. He flipped me over, bent me across the counter, and drove back in from behind, gripping my hips so hard they bruised. The angle let him go deeper, hitting spots that made me see stars.
"Best fucking pussy I've ever had," he snarled. "Tight, wet, and all mine now."
I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. "Cum in me, Mark. Breed your mom's cunt. Give me that load."
He lasted longer than I expected, pounding me through two more orgasms before he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded my pussy, overflowing and dripping down my thighs. We stayed like that, panting, his cock still twitching inside me.
After that night, it became our routine. Every chance we gotmorning quickies in the shower where he'd pin me against the wall and rail my ass, afternoon fucks on the couch with me riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch my tits bounce, late-night sessions where he'd eat my creampied pussy clean before sliding back in. He loved when I talked filthy: "Suck Mommy's clit, son. Make me squirt on your face." Or "Shove that cock in my ass nextstretch your mother's tight hole."
One weekend we barely left the house. He fucked me on every surfacekitchen table, his bed, the floor in front of the TV. I'd wake up to his morning wood pressing against me and we'd go at it again, slow and deep at first then turning raw and frantic. He loved pulling out and painting my tits or face with cum, then watching me lick it off. I loved feeling his load leak out of me all day.
The taboo made it hotter. Knowing he was my son, that this was the ultimate forbidden fuck, kept us both coming back for more. No one else could ever compare. Mark's cock owned my pussy now, and I was the best mom he could ever ask foralways wet, always ready, always begging for more of his dirty, perfect dick.
We never stopped. It was the start of the best mom and son sex stories we could write together, raw and endless.
