I slammed the door shut behind me after a long day at the office. Mom was in the kitchen, her back to me, wearing that thin cotton nightie that clung to her full hips and heavy tits. She turned, smiling like always, but tonight something felt different. Her nipples poked hard against the fabric.
"Rahul, beta, you look tired.
Come here, let me massage your shoulders," she said, wiping her hands on a towel. I sat at the table and she stepped behind me. Her hands started on my neck, firm and warm. Then they slid lower, rubbing my chest, brushing over my nipples. My cock twitched in my pants.
She leaned in close, her breath hot on my ear. "You've been staring at me all week, son. I know what you want." Her hand dropped straight to my crotch and squeezed my hardening dick through my jeans. "Fuck, it's big. Just like your father's."
I spun around and grabbed her waist. "Mom, what the hell?" But she was already pulling her nightie up, showing me her smooth brown stomach and the dark patch of hair between her thick thighs. No panties. Her pussy lips were glistening.
"Shut up and fuck me," she growled, raw and direct. She yanked my zipper down, pulled out my cock, and wrapped her fingers around it. "Look at this fat lund. Mom needs it." She stroked me hard, thumb smearing the precum over the head.
I stood up fast, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen table. Her ass cheeks spread as she pushed back. I slapped my cock against her wet slit a few times, then shoved in deep in one thrust. Mom moaned loud, "Yes, beta, fill your mother's chut!"
I fucked her hard, hips slapping against her ass, the table creaking. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick. "Take it, Mom. Take your son's cock." She reached back and spread her cheeks wider. "Deeper, Rahul. Pound that cunt."
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back while I rammed into her. Her tits swung under the nightie. Every stroke made wet squelching sounds. She came fast, her walls pulsing around me, juices running down my balls. "I'm cumming on my son's dick! Oh fuck!"
I didn't stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in. Her legs wrapped around me. I hammered her pussy, watching her face twist in pleasure. "You like this incest cock, don't you?" I said, pounding faster.
"Yes! Fuck your mother like a whore!" she begged. I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit while I fucked her. She screamed and came again, squirting around my shaft. Her cream coated my cock.
I pulled out and dragged her to the floor on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked me greedily, tasting her own pussy on me. "Swallow it, Mom." I fucked her face, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged but kept going, drool dripping down her chin onto her tits.
When I was close, I pulled her up, bent her over the chair this time, and slammed back into her pussy from behind. I fucked her rough, slapping her ass red. "Cum inside me, beta. Fill Mommy's womb." That did it. I buried deep and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her cunt. She milked every drop, pushing back to take it all.
We stayed like that, panting, my cock still twitching inside her. She looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed. "Again tonight, son. In my bed. And don't pull out until I'm leaking."
I smiled, already getting hard again inside her. This was just the start of our filthy secret.
