The house was quiet when I got home from college, just like I knew it would be. Mom was in the kitchen, humming some old song while she wiped the counters. She was forty-two, still tight in all the right places, wearing that thin robe that clung to her tits and ass every time she moved. I'd been thinking about this for months, jerking off to the thought of her body, and tonight I wasn't waiting anymore.
I walked up behind her and grabbed her hips hard. She jumped, spinning around with a surprised laugh that died fast when she saw my face. "What are you doing, honey? You scared me."
"Shut up," I said, pushing her back against the counter. My cock was already rock hard in my jeans. I yanked the robe open, exposing her full tits and the smooth skin of her stomach. No panties. She never wore them around the house. "I've wanted this pussy for too long."
Her eyes went wide. "Stop. This isn't funny. I'm your mother."
I didn't listen. I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and kicked her legs apart. My hand slid between her thighs and found her cunt. She was dry at first, but I rubbed her clit rough and fast until her body betrayed her, getting slick against my fingers. "You're getting wet for me already, Mommy. You want this cock even if you won't say it."
"No, please," she gasped, trying to push up. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand while I unzipped with the other. My dick sprang out, thick and throbbing. I rubbed the head against her wet slit, teasing her entrance.
I thrust in deep on the first stroke, burying myself to the balls in her tight heat. She cried out, a mix of shock and something else. Her pussy clenched around me like it was made for this. I started fucking her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen. Every thrust shoved her forward against the counter.
"Fuck, your cunt feels so good," I growled, pounding into her. "All those years watching you, now I'm taking it. You're mine tonight."
She whimpered, but her hips started moving back to meet me. I reached around and pinched her nipples, twisting them while I fucked her deeper. Her moans got louder despite herself. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Spreading her legs wide, I slammed back inside, watching her face as my cock stretched her open.
Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned in and sucked one hard nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp. "Tell me you like it," I demanded, fucking her faster.
"I… oh god," she panted, her walls fluttering around my shaft. I could feel her getting close. I rubbed her clit with my thumb in tight circles while I drove into her.
She came hard, her pussy pulsing and squeezing me, juices coating my cock. I didn't stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing my own. When I was close, I pulled out and pushed her to her knees. "Open your mouth, Mommy."
She hesitated, but I gripped her hair and shoved my cock between her lips. She sucked me sloppy and desperate, tasting her own cum on me. I fucked her throat until I exploded, shooting thick ropes down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin.
I wasn't done. I hauled her up and carried her to the couch, laying her down and spreading her again. My cock was still hard. I slid back into her cum-slick pussy and fucked her slow and deep this time, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Her hands clutched my back, nails digging in as she came again, screaming my name.
By the time I filled her a second time, she was limp and shaking under me, my cum leaking out of her well-used cunt. I kissed her rough on the mouth. "This is just the start," I whispered. "You're going to take it whenever I want."
She didn't argue. Her body had already said yes.
