Mom had always been blunt about what she wanted. "If you're gonna fuck me, do it right," she said one night after dinner, pulling me into the master bathroom while Dad was out of town.
I was twenty-two, she was forty-five, and the door clicked shut behind us like it had a hundred times before. She stripped fast, her heavy tits swinging free, then turned and bent over the toilet, spreading her ass cheeks wide. "Eat it first. Then we'll get messy."
I dropped to my knees on the cold tile. Her hole was already winking, dark and ready. I pressed my tongue flat against it and licked slow, tasting salt and the faint bitterness that always came next. She moaned low and pushed back, and a soft, warm log slid out onto my tongue. I didn't pull away. I chewed it, let the thick paste coat my lips and chin, then shoved my face deeper so the rest smeared across my cheeks. Mom reached back and grabbed my hair, grinding her dirty ass on my mouth.
"Swallow some," she ordered. I did, gagging once before the earthy taste settled in my gut. She spun around, pulled me up by the belt, and freed my cock. It was already leaking. She spit on it, then bent over the sink and lined me up. "Fuck my shithole now. Use the mess as lube."
I sank in deep. Her ass was slick with what I'd just eaten and what was still coming. Every thrust made wet, filthy sounds. Brown streaks coated my shaft and balls. Mom reached between her legs, scooped a fingerful from where we were joined, and smeared it over her clit. She rubbed fast, breathing hard. "Tell me how it tastes," she gasped.
"Like you," I grunted, pounding harder. "Fucking nasty and perfect."
She came first, legs shaking, a fresh squirt of shit pushing out around my cock and splattering the floor. I pulled out, dropped back down, and licked the fresh load off her thighs and the tile. She turned, squatted over my face, and let the rest drop in thick chunks. I opened my mouth and took it, chewing while she stroked my cock with shit-slick fingers.
When I couldn't hold back anymore I stood, bent her over again, and rammed back inside. The smell filled the room. We fucked like animals, bodies sliding in our own waste, until I unloaded deep in her guts. She clenched around me, milking every drop, then pushed me out so the mixed mess poured down her legs.
We stayed there, panting, covered in it. Mom scooped some from her ass and fed it to me on her fingers. "Good boy," she whispered. "Next time your sister joins us." I swallowed and nodded, already hard again. The bathroom reeked and we didn't care. This was ours.
