I never planned for it to happen. I was twenty-five, living back home after a bad breakup, and Mom was forty-seven, still smoking hot with that thick ass and full tits that never quit. We had always been close, but the tension had been building for months. One rainy night it snapped.
She came into my room in a thin robe, pretending to check on me. "You okay, baby?" she asked, but her eyes dropped to the bulge in my shorts. I was hard just from the sight of her nipples poking through the fabric. "Mom, don't look at me like that," I said, voice rough. She stepped closer, the robe falling open. "I've seen how you stare at me. Your own mother. You want this, don't you?"
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bed. "Fuck yes I do." My hands went straight to her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs rubbing her stiff nipples. She moaned and reached for my cock, stroking it through my shorts. "So big for Mommy," she whispered, dirty and direct. I yanked the robe off and pushed her legs apart. Her pussy was already wet, shaved smooth, lips puffy and glistening.
I buried my face between her thighs and licked her like a starving man. She tasted sweet and musky. "Oh god, eat Mommy's cunt," she groaned, grinding against my tongue. I sucked her clit, slid two fingers inside her tight heat, and pumped them while she bucked. Her juices coated my chin. She came hard, thighs clamping my head, screaming my name.
I flipped her onto her stomach, slapped her ass, and lined up my cock. "You want your son's dick?" I growled. "Yes, fuck me," she begged. I slammed in deep, stretching her pussy wide. She was so hot and wet, gripping me like a fist. I fucked her hard and fast, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. The bed creaked. Her moans turned into filthy cries: "Harder, baby, wreck Mommy's hole."
I pulled out and flipped her again, shoving back in while I sucked her tits. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper. "Fill me up," she panted. "Come in your mother's cunt." The taboo words pushed me over. I pounded her until I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She came again, pussy milking every drop.
We didn't stop there. She climbed on top, riding me slow and dirty, her heavy tits bouncing in my face. "Suck them while I fuck you," she ordered. I latched on, biting gently, and she worked her hips in circles, grinding her clit against me until she squirted all over my cock and balls. I stayed hard and took her from behind again, spreading her cheeks to watch my dick disappear into her creamy pussy.
By morning we were both sore and sticky, lying tangled in the sheets. She kissed me slow and said, "This is our secret now." We knew it wouldn't be the last time. Every time Dad left for work after that, she'd text me one word: "Come." And I'd go to her, ready to fuck my mother raw all over again. The guilt only made the orgasms hotter.
