She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties, her heavy tits swaying with each step. "Lock the door," she said, voice low and rough. Her son turned from the fridge, already hard in his sweats. He didn't ask why. He knew.
She pulled the tank top over her head and let her breasts spill free, nipples stiff. "Come here and fuck your mother." He crossed the room fast, grabbed her hips, and shoved her back against the counter. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while his hand shoved down inside her panties. She was soaked. Two thick fingers pushed straight into her cunt and she groaned, grinding down on them.
"Been thinking about this dick all day," she muttered, yanking his sweats down. His cock sprang out, thick and veined. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice, then dropped to her knees on the tile. She took him deep in one motion, lips stretching, throat working. Spit ran down her chin as she bobbed, gagging on purpose, eyes watering while she looked up at him.
He fucked her mouth hard, hands in her hair, hips snapping. "That's it, Mom. Suck it like you mean it." She moaned around the shaft, drooling, one hand between her own legs rubbing her clit in fast circles.
When he pulled out she stood, turned, and bent over the counter, ass up. She reached back and spread her cheeks. "Put it in. Now." He didn't tease. He lined up and drove straight into her pussy, balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, cunt clenching around him. He started pounding, skin slapping loud, her tits swinging and smacking the counter with every stroke.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck your mother harder." He gripped her hips and gave it to her, slamming in so deep his balls slapped her clit. She reached under and rubbed herself, coming fast and messy, juices running down her thighs. He didn't stop. He kept drilling her through it, then pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter.
Legs spread wide, she guided him back inside. He fucked her sitting up, faces close, her nails digging into his back. "Tell me whose pussy this is," he growled. "Yours," she gasped. "Your mother's cunt. Use it." He slammed harder, sweat dripping, the wet sounds filling the kitchen.
She came again, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around his cock. He pulled out at the last second, fisted his shaft, and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits, some hitting her chin. She rubbed it into her skin, then licked her fingers clean while he watched, breathing hard.
They stayed there a minute, his softening cock resting against her thigh. Then she smiled, dirty and satisfied. "Round two in the shower. Don't keep me waiting."
