I never planned to fuck my mom. But the way she moved around the house in those thin cotton nighties, her heavy tits swaying under the fabric, her wide hips rolling with every step, it got to me. I was twenty-two, back from college for the summer, and she was forty-six, still thick and curvy from years of cooking and keeping house. Her skin was that warm brown, smooth over her belly and thighs, and when she bent over to pick up something, the nightie rode up and I saw the dark cleft of her ass.
One night the power went out. Just us in the dark, the air thick and hot. She lit a couple candles in the kitchen and stood there fanning herself, sweat making the cotton stick to her body. Her nipples poked out hard, dark circles showing right through. "It's too damn hot," she muttered, voice low and tired. I watched her pull the nightie off one shoulder, then the other, letting it drop. She stood there naked, big soft tits hanging heavy, dark areolas wide, nipples thick. Her belly had a soft roll, her bush was thick and black between her thighs.
I stepped closer. "Mom…" She turned, didn't cover up. Her eyes dropped to the bulge in my shorts. "You're hard for me," she said, plain and direct. No teasing, just fact. I nodded. She reached out, grabbed my cock through the fabric, squeezed. "Then take it out."
I shoved my shorts down. My dick sprang up, thick and veined, head already wet. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroked slow, thumb rubbing the slit. "Big like your father," she whispered. Then she dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and took me in her mouth. Hot, wet, sucking hard from the first pull. Her tongue swirled under the head while she bobbed, spit running down my shaft. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them, the other gripped the base and pumped.
I grabbed her hair, pushed deeper. She took it, throat relaxing, gagging once but not pulling back. Her cheeks hollowed. Saliva dripped onto her tits. She pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. "Fuck my mouth," she said. I did, thrusting while she held still, letting me use her throat. Her eyes watered but she kept sucking, noisy and wet.
She stood, turned, bent over the table. Her ass spread, dark puckered hole above her wet cunt lips, already glistening. "Put it in," she ordered. I lined up and shoved. She was tight but soaked, cunt gripping me all the way to the root. I fucked her hard, skin slapping, her tits swinging and smacking the table. She pushed back, meeting every thrust. "Harder, beta. Fuck your mom like you mean it."
I reached under, grabbed those heavy tits, pinched the nipples. She moaned loud, cunt pulsing. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, spread her legs wide. Her pussy was open, pink inside, clit swollen. I drove back in, pounding, watching her belly jiggle. She reached down, rubbed her clit fast while I fucked her. "I'm gonna come on your cock," she gasped. Her walls squeezed, hot juice squirting around my shaft as she came, thighs shaking.
I didn't stop. Pulled her up, sat on the chair, made her straddle me. She sank down, taking every inch, riding me with those thick hips rolling. Her tits bounced in my face. I sucked one nipple, biting, while she ground her clit against me. Sweat ran between us. She leaned in, tongue in my mouth, kissing dirty while she fucked herself on my dick.
I stood, carried her to the wall, her legs around my waist, and slammed up into her. Her ass cheeks slapped my thighs. She clawed my back. "Fill me," she begged. "Come in your mom's cunt." I exploded, thick ropes pumping deep, her pussy milking me. Cum leaked out around my cock as I kept thrusting through it.
We didn't stop that night. She took me to her bed, rode me again, then got on all fours so I could fuck her ass after lubing with spit and cum.
She was loud, filthy, telling me exactly how she wanted it. By morning we were sticky, sore, and already planning the next time. No guilt, just raw need. She was my mom, and now she was also the best fuck I'd ever had.
