She pushed him against the kitchen counter the second the door clicked shut behind her husband. "You've been staring at my tits all night, you little fucker," she hissed, her voice low and filthy. Her hand grabbed his cock through his jeans without hesitation. "Hard already for your own mother. That's so fucking wrong."
Her son, twenty-two and built like he lifted every day, didn't pull away. Instead his hands went straight to her ass, squeezing hard. "Shut up and kiss me, Mom. I've wanted this since I was legal."
Their mouths crashed together. It wasn't sweet. It was messy, tongues shoving deep, teeth clashing, her lipstick smearing across his face. She tasted like the wine she'd been drinking and something hotter, forbidden. He groaned into her mouth as she stroked him through the denim, feeling him throb.
"Fuck, your tongue's so greedy," she muttered between kisses, biting his lower lip. "You want to taste where you came from, don't you? Want Mommy's cunt on your mouth?"
He answered by yanking her dress up and sliding two fingers straight into her soaked pussy. She was dripping, no panties, like she'd planned this. "Jesus, you're soaked," he growled, pumping his fingers rough and fast. "Taboo little slut."
She laughed, dirty and breathless, then dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. Zipper down, cock out, and she swallowed him to the root in one go. No teasing. She sucked like she was starving, gagging on purpose, spit running down his balls while she looked up at him with those eyes that used to tuck him in.
He fucked her mouth, hands in her hair, hips snapping. "That's it, Mom. Choke on your son's dick. You love this shit."
She pulled off just long enough to spit on the head and say, "I do. Now get on the floor and eat me before your father gets back."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. He shoved her onto the tiles, spread her legs, and buried his face between them. Tongue fucking her hole, sucking her clit, two fingers back inside her while she grabbed his hair and rode his face like she owned it. "Right there, you dirty boy. Lick Mommy's cunt. Make me come on your tongue."
She came hard, thighs clamping his head, juices all over his chin. Then she flipped him, straddled his cock, and sank down in one slick motion. No condom. Bare. Taboo as hell.
"Fuck yes," she moaned, riding him slow at first then faster, tits bouncing out of her dress. "Your cock feels so good stretching your mother's pussy. Fill me up. Give me that cum."
He grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet house. "I'm gonna breed you, Mom.
Pump it all in there."
She leaned down, kissing him again, deep and sloppy, sharing the taste of her own cunt. "Do it. Come inside me. Make it nasty."
He exploded with a grunt, flooding her, pulse after pulse. She kept grinding, milking every drop, then collapsed on his chest, both of them panting.
"Round two in the shower," she whispered against his mouth. "And this time you're fucking my ass."
They didn't stop until the sun came up.
