I came home from college that summer horny as hell and pissed off at the world. Mom was the only one there, Dad gone on another long haul. She opened the door in a thin tank top and shorts that barely covered her ass, her nipples already poking through the fabric like she’d been waiting for me.
“Fuck, you look good,” I said before I could stop myself.
She laughed, low and dirty. “Missed me that much, baby?”
We didn’t make it past the kitchen. I shoved her against the counter, yanked the tank top down, and sucked one heavy tit into my mouth while she moaned and ground her pussy against my thigh.
She was already soaked through the shorts. I ripped them off, dropped to my knees, and buried my face in her cunt. She tasted like salt and sin, hot and dripping. My tongue fucked her hole while my fingers rubbed her clit hard and fast the way I knew she liked from the one time we’d crossed the line before.
“Goddamn, eat that pussy,” she hissed, grabbing my hair and riding my face. “Make your mother come on your tongue.”
She came loud, thighs shaking, juices running down my chin. I stood up, spun her around, and slammed my cock into her from behind in one rough thrust. She was tight and burning hot inside. I fucked her like I hated her, hips slapping against her ass, one hand yanking her hair, the other reaching around to pinch her clit.
“Harder,” she begged. “Fuck your mommy harder. Fill me up.”
I pounded her until the counter shook, until she was screaming and coming again around my dick. When I was ready I pulled out and sprayed thick ropes across her ass and lower back, watching it drip down the crack of her ass.
We didn’t stop there. That whole summer turned into one long, filthy fuck fest. Mornings she’d wake me with her mouth on my cock, sucking like she was starving. Afternoons we’d fuck in the shower, her bent over with water streaming down her tits while I railed her ass. Nights she’d ride me reverse cowgirl on the couch, watching her own reflection in the dark TV screen as she bounced on my dick and talked filthy.
“Tell me how much you love fucking your own mother,” she’d demand, grinding down hard.
“I love it,” I’d grunt, slapping her ass red. “Love stretching your cunt. Love when you squirt on my balls.”
She’d come so hard she’d shake, then slide off and clean my cock with her tongue, swallowing every drop.
By the end of summer we didn’t bother hiding it. She’d walk around the house naked, bent over on purpose so I could slide right in whenever I wanted. One afternoon she made me fuck her on the dining table right where Dad used to eat dinner, legs spread wide, begging me to breed her.
“Come in me,” she whispered, eyes glassy. “Put a baby in your mother like a good boy.”
I did. I flooded her deep, stayed inside until I softened, then watched my cum leak out of her used hole. She scooped some up with two fingers and licked them clean, smiling like she’d won.
We never talked about stopping. We just kept going, raw and nasty and exactly what we both needed. Every time I sank into her I knew it was wrong, and that only made my cock harder. She was my mother, my filthy secret, my favorite fuck. And she loved every depraved second of it.
