He walked into the kitchen and there she was, his mother, leaning against the counter with her robe hanging open. Milk beaded on her heavy tits, dripping down the curves. "Fuck, Mom," he said, voice low and rough. "You’re leaking again."
She didn’t cover up. She never did anymore. "Come here and take care of it like you always do, baby."
He crossed the room fast, hands already on her waist, pulling her close. His mouth found her right nipple without hesitation, sucking hard. Warm milk flooded his tongue, sweet and thick. She moaned, fingers digging into his hair. "That’s it. Drink it all. You know how much I need this."
He switched to the other tit, biting gently so more milk sprayed into his mouth. His cock was already rock hard, pressing against her thigh through his jeans. She reached down and unzipped him, pulling his dick free and stroking it with firm, dirty strokes. "Such a good boy for Mommy. Always so ready to fuck after you nurse."
He lifted her onto the counter, robe falling completely open. Her pussy was wet and shaved, glistening. He pushed two fingers inside her while still sucking milk from her left breast.
She rocked against his hand. "Deeper. Make me come on your fingers first."
Her milk kept flowing, running down his chin as he pumped his fingers faster. She came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around his wrist, pussy pulsing. Before she finished shaking he pulled his fingers out and shoved his cock into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and soaked.
"Fuck yes," she growled. "Fill Mommy’s cunt. Give me every inch."
He fucked her hard on the counter, hips snapping, milk still leaking from her tits onto his chest. Every thrust made more milk spurt. He leaned down and sucked again while pounding into her. The wet sounds of skin slapping and her moans filled the kitchen.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Harder. I want to feel you in my stomach." He gave it to her, slamming in until the counter creaked. Her second orgasm hit fast, milk spraying in little arcs as her pussy squeezed his cock.
He pulled out just long enough to spin her around and bend her over the counter. He drove back inside from behind, gripping her hips. One hand reached around to squeeze her tits, milking her onto the floor while he fucked. Streams of milk splashed down. "Look at that mess you’re making, Mom. So fucking dirty."
She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. "Don’t stop. Come inside me. Fill your mother’s pussy with cum."
He lasted a few more brutal strokes before he groaned and unloaded deep, cock throbbing as he pumped rope after rope into her. She milked him with her walls, still leaking milk onto the counter.
They stayed like that, breathing hard. He stayed inside her, softening slowly, while she reached back to stroke his balls. "Good boy," she whispered. "Now get on your knees and clean up the mess you made with your mouth."
He dropped down without argument, tongue already out, tasting their mixed cum and the last drops of her milk. She sighed in satisfaction, hand in his hair again, guiding him exactly where she wanted. The night was just getting started.
