It started with a simple text from my son. "Mom, I'm home early. You around?" I was in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin robe, nipples already hard from the cool air. At 48 I still had the body that turned heads, big tits that sagged just right, wide hips, and a shaved pussy that stayed wet way too often. My son Jake was 22, tall, built, and lately I'd caught him staring at my ass more than once.
I replied back quick. "In the kitchen. Door's open." When he walked in his eyes went straight to my cleavage. "Fuck, Mom, you look good." I laughed but felt my cunt twitch. "Language, baby. You want something to eat?" He stepped closer. "Yeah.
I want you."
That was all it took. I dropped the robe and let him see everything. My heavy tits, the curve of my belly, and my smooth wet slit. "You sure about this?" I asked, voice low and rough. He grabbed my tits with both hands and squeezed hard. "I've been jerking off thinking about fucking my own mom for years. Get on the table."
I climbed up on the kitchen table, legs spread wide. Jake yanked his pants down and his thick cock sprang out, already leaking. He didn't waste time. He shoved two fingers straight into my pussy and pumped them fast. "Goddamn, you're soaked. You been wanting your son's dick, haven't you?" I moaned and rocked on his fingers. "Yes. Fuck your mother. Do it now."
He pulled his fingers out and slammed his cock balls-deep in one thrust. I cried out as he stretched me open. He fucked me hard right there on the table, hips slapping against my ass, tits bouncing with every stroke. "Take it, Mom. Take your boy's cock." I grabbed the edge of the table and pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder. Pound that mature pussy."
We moved to the couch after he came the first time, shooting thick ropes inside me. I got on all fours and he mounted me from behind, gripping my hips and driving in deep. "You like being fucked by your son? Tell me." I pushed my ass back. "I love it. Fill me up again. Make your mom your cumdump." He reached around and rubbed my clit while he fucked me, and I came hard, pussy clenching around his shaft.
Later in the shower he bent me over the bench and ate my ass while fingering my cunt. Then he stood and slid his cock between my cheeks, pushing into my tight hole. I grunted and took it, the burn mixing with pleasure until I was begging for more. "Fuck my ass, Jake. Use every hole." He came deep in my ass, then made me clean his cock with my mouth, tasting both of us.
By the end of the night we were in my bed. I rode him slow at first, grinding my clit against him, then faster, tits swinging in his face. He sucked my nipples and slapped my ass while I bounced on his cock. "Don't stop, Mom. Keep fucking me." I came again, soaking his balls, and he flipped me onto my back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked me until he unloaded one more time.
We lay there sweaty and spent. "This stays between us," I said. He kissed me deep, tongue in my mouth. "Yeah, but we're doing it again tomorrow." I smiled and reached down to stroke his cock back to life. "Good. Mommy's not done with you yet."
