The door clicked shut behind me, and there she wasMom, sprawled on the couch in nothing but an old T-shirt that barely covered her ass. She looked up from the laptop, eyes already dark with that hungry look I knew too well. "Lock it," she said, voice low and rough. "Your father's gone for the weekend. We got the whole house."
I dropped my bag and crossed the room fast. My cock was already hard, straining against my jeans. She pulled the laptop closer so I could see the screensome cheap porn playing, a younger guy pounding an older woman who looked a lot like her. "This is what you want, isn't it?" she asked, spreading her legs so the shirt rode up. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening. "Free sex, no rules, just me and my boy."
"Fuck yes," I growled, yanking my shirt off. I knelt between her thighs and buried my face there, tongue dragging up her slit in one long, filthy lick. She tasted like she always didsweet and dirty at the same time. Mom moaned loud, grabbing my hair and grinding against my mouth. "That's it, eat Mommy's cunt. Show me how much you love it."
I sucked her clit hard, two fingers sliding into her wet heat. She was dripping, soaking the couch cushion. Her hips bucked as I finger-fucked her, tongue flicking fast. "Goddamn, you're soaked," I muttered against her. "Been thinking about this all day?"
"Every fucking day," she panted. "Now get that cock out and fuck me like the porn star you are."
I stood, shoving my jeans down. My dick sprang free, thick and leaking. Mom licked her lips, then leaned forward and took me straight to the back of her throat. No warm-up, just hot, wet suction. She gagged a little but kept going, spit running down my balls while she bobbed. I fucked her mouth in short thrusts, watching her eyes water. "Yeah, take it deep. Good little porn mom."
She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my head. "On the floor," she ordered. "I want you to film it this time." She grabbed her phone, hit record, and handed it to me. "Make it look real. Full movie style."
I angled the camera down as she climbed on top, sinking onto my cock in one smooth drop. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick. "Oh shit, that's deep," she groaned, riding me hard from the start. Her tits bounced under the shirt; I yanked it up so I could watch them slap. She leaned back, hands on my thighs, giving the camera a perfect view of my shaft disappearing into her again and again.
"Talk dirty," I said, thrusting up to meet her. "Tell the camera what we're doing."
"I'm fucking my son," she gasped, eyes locked on the lens. "Riding his big cock raw because it feels better than anything else. No condom, no limitsjust free sex between a mom and her boy who can't get enough."
We switched positions fast. I flipped her onto her hands and knees, camera still rolling, and slammed back inside. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. I reached around to rub her clit while I pounded her, making her scream. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck me like you mean it. Fill Mommy up."
I did. I gripped her hips and drove in deep, balls slapping her ass with every thrust. She came first, pussy clenching around me, juices running down my thighs. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her. She pushed back, milking every drop. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered. "Let the camera see it leak."
When I finally eased out, white cum dripped from her swollen pussy. She reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean for the lens. "End of scene one," she said with a wicked grin. "Ready for round two?"
We kept going for hourson the kitchen table, in the shower, back on the couch with the porn still playing in the background.
Each time dirtier than the last, both of us chasing that raw, free rush only we could give each other. By the time we collapsed, sweaty and spent, the phone had hours of footage. Mom kissed my chest and smiled. "Best full movie we've made yet."
