I walked in on my mom in the kitchen, her robe hanging open, and that was the start of everything getting raw and nasty between us. She was 42, still stacked with heavy tits and a thick ass that jiggled when she moved, and I was 19, home from college with a constant hard-on thinking about her. She caught me staring and didn't close the robe. Instead she smiled that dirty little smile and said, "Like what you see, baby?"
I didn't answer with words. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the hips and spun her around so her ass pressed back against my cock through my jeans. She moaned low and pushed back harder. "Fuck, you've grown up," she whispered, reaching behind to squeeze my dick. I yanked the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Her nipples were already stiff, dark and begging. I spun her to face me again, bent down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her gasp.
She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, unzipped me and pulled my cock out. It was thick and veiny, already leaking. Mom didn't tease. She opened wide and swallowed half of it in one go, her tongue swirling while she looked up at me with those hungry eyes. "Tastes so good," she mumbled around my shaft, spit dripping down her chin. She bobbed fast, gagging herself on purpose, one hand cupping my balls and the other rubbing her own pussy. I could hear how wet she was, fingers sliding through her folds.
I pulled her up before I came, bent her over the counter and kicked her legs apart. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices. "You want your son's cock, Mom?" I growled. She pushed back, trying to impale herself. "Yes, fuck me. Fill Mommy's cunt."
I slammed in deep on the first thrust. She was tight and hot, walls gripping me like she hadn't been fucked in years. I pounded her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the kitchen. Her tits swung under her, and I reached around to pinch her nipples while I drove into her. She came fast, screaming and shaking, pussy clenching around my dick. I didn't stop. I kept railing her through it, then pulled out and spun her again so she was sitting on the counter. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and fucked her even deeper, angle hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back.
"Harder, baby," she begged. "Use Mommy's hole." I gave it to her, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass. When I was close I pulled out and she dropped to her knees again, mouth open. I shot thick ropes across her tongue and tits, watching her swallow what she could and rub the rest into her skin.
We didn't stop there. That night she came to my room wearing nothing but a pair of sheer panties. She climbed on top, sank down on my cock and rode me slow at first, then faster, grinding her clit against me until she squirted all over my stomach. I flipped her onto her back, folded her legs to her chest and fucked her deep and steady, telling her exactly how her pussy felt milking me. She came again, nails digging into my back, moaning "my son's cock is the best."
By morning we were still at it in the shower, her bent over with water streaming down her back while I took her from behind, fingers in her ass, both of us talking filthy the whole time. She told me she'd been thinking about this for months, touching herself to the thought of me breeding her. I told her I was going to keep using her every day.
We spent the whole weekend locked in the house, fucking in every room. Kitchen table, living room couch, even the garage with the door half open. Each time it got dirtier, her begging for my cum inside her, me calling her my personal slut mom. By Sunday night she was sore and leaking, but smiling like she'd finally gotten exactly what she needed.
We knew it was wrong, but that only made it hotter. Every time I slid back into her it felt better than the last, raw and real and completely ours.
