I came home from college for the weekend and found Mom in the living room wearing nothing but a black harness and a thick, veiny strap-on cock. She didn’t say hello. She just looked at me and said, “Strip and bend over the couch. I’m fucking your ass tonight.”
My cock got hard so fast it hurt. I’d jerked off to this exact fantasy a thousand times, but hearing her say it out loud made my knees weak. I kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans. My dick sprang up, already leaking. Mom smiled, that mean little smile she used when she knew she had me.
“On your knees first,” she ordered. “Suck Mommy’s cock like the dirty boy you are.”
I dropped and opened my mouth. The silicone was cool and smooth. She pushed it in deep until I gagged, then pulled back and did it again. Spit ran down my chin. She grabbed my hair and fucked my throat while she told me exactly what she was going to do to me.
“You’re going to take every inch in that tight virgin hole. You’re going to moan for your mother while I peg you. You’re going to come with my cock buried in your ass.”
When she was satisfied with how wet the toy was, she told me to stand up and bend over the arm of the couch. She kicked my feet apart and spread my cheeks. Her fingers were slick with lube. She rubbed it over my hole, then pushed two fingers straight in. I groaned. She finger-fucked me slow and deep, scissoring, stretching, getting me ready.
“Such a greedy little hole,” she said. “You’ve been wanting this for years, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Say it louder.”
“I’ve been wanting my mother to peg me.”
She pulled her fingers out and pressed the fat head of the strap-on against me. She didn’t ease in. She pushed steady and hard until the head popped past my ring. I yelled. It burned and stretched and felt so fucking full. She kept pushing until her hips were flush against my ass and the whole thing was inside me.
She started fucking me right there. Long, deep strokes that made my cock swing and drip onto the floor. Every time she bottomed out she grunted like she could feel it. She reached under me and grabbed my balls, tugging them while she pounded my ass.
“Tell me whose cock is in you,” she demanded.
“Mom’s cock. Mom’s fucking my ass.”
“That’s right. Mommy’s boy is getting pegged like a little slut.”
She changed angles and started hitting my prostate on every thrust. My legs shook. Pre-cum poured out of me in a steady stream. She fucked me faster, the harness slapping against my skin. I could hear how wet the lube was making everything.
She pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back on the couch. She lifted my legs over her shoulders and drove back in. The new position let her go even deeper. She leaned down and kissed me hard, tongue fucking my mouth while her strap-on fucked my ass. Her tits brushed my chest with every thrust.
I reached between us and started jerking my cock. She slapped my hand away.
“You come when I say. Not before.”
She fucked me like that for what felt like hours. Slow and grinding one minute, hard and punishing the next. Every time I got close she slowed down or stopped completely, keeping me right on the edge. My hole was loose and sloppy around her cock. I begged. I called her Mom. I told her I was her dirty incest slut.
Finally she took pity on me. She started pounding again, short brutal strokes that nailed my prostate every time. She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked in time with her thrusts.
“Come for me,” she said. “Come with Mommy’s cock in your ass.”
I exploded. Thick ropes of cum shot across my chest and stomach. Some hit my face. My ass clenched around the toy so hard I thought I might pass out. Mom kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and whimpering.
She pulled out slowly. My hole gaped and I felt empty. She climbed up and straddled my chest, the strap-on still glistening with lube and my spit. She took it off and dropped it on the floor, then lowered her pussy onto my mouth.
“Clean me up,” she said. “You made Mommy very wet watching you take that cock.”
I licked and sucked until she came on my tongue, grinding against my face and calling me her good boy. When she was done she climbed off, kissed my forehead, and told me to go shower.
“We’re not finished,” she said as I stood on shaky legs. “I want that ass again before you go back to school. Maybe I’ll bring the bigger one next time.”
I walked to the bathroom with cum drying on my skin and my mother’s strap-on marks still aching inside me. I already knew I’d be back next weekend, bent over and begging for more.
