The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the clock. I was 24, home from college for the summer, and she was my mom, 46, still in the same robe she wore every night after work. That night I caught her in the kitchen, bent over the counter scrolling her phone, the thin fabric riding up to show the curve of her bare ass. No panties. Just soft, pale skin and the dark shadow between her thighs.
Fuck, I muttered under my breath.
She turned, saw me, and didnt pull the robe down. Instead she smiled slow and filthy. You like what you see, baby?
I didnt answer with words. I stepped in, grabbed the belt of her robe, and yanked it open. Her tits spilled out, heavy and full, nipples already tight. I shoved two fingers straight into her cunt without asking. She was soaked, dripping down my knuckles in seconds.
Jesus, Mom, I growled. Youre fucking drenched.
She pushed back against my hand, grinding her clit on my palm. Been thinking about this all week. Your cock. My sons big, thick cock inside me.
I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and dropped my shorts. My dick slapped against her ass, hard and leaking. I rubbed the head up and down her slit once, twice, then slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, loud and raw, gripping the edge of the counter.
Harder, she hissed. Fuck your mother like you mean it.
I did. I pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and greedy, sucking me deeper every time I bottomed out. I reached under, grabbed her tits, squeezed hard enough to leave marks, and pinched her nipples until she moaned like a whore.
Tell me how bad you want it, I said, voice rough.
I want my sons cum, she panted. Fill Mommys cunt. Breed me if you want. Just dont stop.
I fucked her faster, one hand in her hair, yanking her head back so I could bite her neck. She came first, legs shaking, cunt pulsing and squirting around my cock, juices running down her thighs. I kept going, using her through it, until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, thick ropes of cum painting her walls.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks so I could watch my cum leak out of her used hole.
Round two in my bed, she said, voice hoarse. And this time youre eating it out of me first.
I pulled out, spun her, and pushed her to her knees. She took my half-hard cock in her mouth without hesitation, sucking our mixed mess off me like she was starving.
Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time, filthy and proud.
That night we didnt sleep. She rode me in her bed, tits bouncing, telling me exactly how long shed wanted this. I flipped her onto all fours and took her ass next, stretching her tight hole while she begged for more. By morning she was covered in my cum, face, tits, pussy, ass, every hole used and leaking.
She kissed me slow before I left her room. Same time tomorrow, son. Mommys not done with you yet.
And she wasnt. Not that summer. Not ever.
