She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties, her heavy tits swaying with every step. At 45, my mom still had the body that made my cock twitch every time I caught her bending over. I was 22, home from college for the summer, and the house was empty except for us. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"Jake, come here," she said, voice low and husky. "I need help with something."
I followed her to the living room. She turned, pulled the tank top off, and let those big, soft tits spill free. Dark nipples already hard. "I've been thinking about your cock all week. Your father's gone. It's just us. You want to fuck your mom or not?"
My dick was rock hard in seconds. "Fuck yes."
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet, yanked my shorts down, and wrapped her warm mouth around my shaft. No teasing, no slow start. She sucked me deep, gagging on it, spit running down my balls while her hand stroked the base. "God, your cock tastes good," she mumbled around it. "Thicker than your dad's."
I grabbed her hair and thrust into her throat. She moaned, eyes watering, but took every inch like she was starving for it. When she pulled off, strings of spit connected her lips to my head. "Bedroom.
Now."
We barely made it to her bed. She shoved me down, climbed on top, and peeled her panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already dripping. She lined my cock up and sank down in one motion, taking the whole length inside her wet cunt.
"Fuck, Mom," I groaned. She was tight and hot, squeezing me as she started riding. Her tits bounced in my face and I grabbed them, sucking one nipple hard while she ground her clit against me.
"Talk dirty to me," she demanded, bouncing faster. "Tell me what you're doing."
"I'm fucking my mom. I'm balls deep in your pussy."
"That's right. Your mom's cunt is better than any college girl. Fill me up."
She flipped us over, got on all fours, and shoved her ass back at me. I slammed into her from behind, watching her cheeks ripple every time my hips smacked them. Her juices coated my cock and ran down her thighs. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded her.
"Harder," she begged. "Make your mom come on your dick."
I gave it to her, fucking her like a machine until she screamed and clamped down, her pussy pulsing around me. She collapsed forward but I wasn't done. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back in. Her legs wrapped around me as I drilled her deep, sweat mixing between us.
"Come inside me," she whispered. "Fill your mom's pussy."
I exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum deep in her cunt. She held me there, milking every drop with her walls. We lay panting, my cock still twitching inside her.
She smiled, reached down, and scooped some of my cum that leaked out, licking it off her fingers. "Round two in the shower. This time you're eating my pussy first."
We spent the whole night like that—fucking in every room, her riding me on the couch, me bending her over the kitchen table, her sucking me clean after each load. By morning she was covered in my cum and still begging for more. This was our secret now. No going back.
