The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the living room. Mark, twenty-two and home from college for the summer, sat on the couch scrolling through his phone when his mom, Diane, walked in from the kitchen. She was forty-five, still fit from years of yoga, with full tits that strained against her thin tank top and wide hips in those tight shorts. Shed been divorced for three years and never hid how lonely she got.
Watching anything good? she asked, dropping down beside him. Her thigh pressed against his.
Just browsing, he said. His screen showed thumbnails from one of those free sex stories sites. Mom and son stories. He hadnt meant for her to see, but she leaned closer.
Her eyes widened for a second, then she laughed low and dirty. You into that shit? Mom and son free sex stories? Figures. You always were a horny little perv.
Mark felt his cock twitch. Its just fantasy.
Diane didnt pull away. Instead she reached over and took his phone. Lets read one together. See how nasty it gets. She clicked on a story and started reading out loud, her voice turning husky. The words described a mom climbing into her sons bed, grabbing his hard cock, and telling him shed been wanting to fuck him for years.
Marks dick was rock hard now, pushing against his jeans. Diane noticed. She set the phone down and put her hand right on his bulge. Fuck, youre throbbing. That story got you this worked up?
Yeah, he admitted, voice rough.
She squeezed him through the denim. Then do something about it. Im not your shy little mommy. I want that cock.
Mark didnt hesitate. He grabbed her tank top and yanked it down. Her heavy tits spilled out, nipples already stiff. He sucked one into his mouth while she unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick cock free.
Diane wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking, slow and tight.
Goddamn, youre big, she muttered. Bigger than your dad ever was. Bet you want to shove this in your moms wet pussy, dont you?
He groaned and shoved two fingers between her legs. Her shorts were soaked. He pushed them aside and found her shaved cunt dripping. Two fingers slid right in. She was tight and hot, clenching around him as she pumped his shaft faster.
Finger-fuck me harder, she ordered. Get that pussy ready for your cock.
Mark pumped his fingers deep, thumb rubbing her clit. Diane moaned loud and filthy, hips rocking. She leaned down and took his cock in her mouth without warning, sucking the head sloppy and wet, spit running down his balls. She bobbed fast, gagging herself on purpose, eyes watering while she looked up at him.
Fuck, Mom, he growled. Suck it like you mean it.
She pulled off with a wet pop. I do mean it. Been thinking about this since you turned eighteen. Now get those shorts off and fuck me.
They stripped fast. Diane got on all fours on the couch, ass up, pussy spread and shiny. Mark lined up behind her and slammed in with one hard thrust. She was soaked and tight, gripping every inch.
Yes! she shouted. Pound your moms cunt. Fuck it raw.
He gripped her hips and hammered into her, balls slapping her ass. The couch creaked. Diane reached back and spread her cheeks so he could watch his cock disappear into her. Deeper. Wreck it.
Mark pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back in missionary style. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drilled her, watching her tits bounce. Dianes pussy clenched and fluttered.
Gonna come on your cock, she panted. Fill me up after. I want that cum.
She came hard, cunt pulsing around him, juices squirting a little. Mark kept pounding through it until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself to the balls and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her womb.
They didnt stop there. Diane sucked him hard again, tasting their mixed mess, then rode him reverse cowgirl, grinding her clit while she told him every dirty thought shed ever had about him. He bent her over the kitchen table next, fucking her ass with spit and cum for lube until she screamed through another orgasm.
By the time they collapsed on the living room floor, both were sweaty, marked with bite marks and handprints, cum leaking down her thighs. Diane kissed him slow and deep, hand still lazily stroking his softening cock.
Next time we read one of those free sex stories mom and son together, she whispered, were acting out every single line. No limits.
Mark smiled against her mouth. Deal.
