I never planned on fucking my mom. But one humid summer night after my 19th birthday, when Dad was gone for work, everything changed.
She walked into the kitchen wearing that thin white tank top that clung to her heavy tits, nipples poking out like they were begging for attention. I was sitting at the table in just boxers, trying to cool off. She poured two glasses of wine like it was nothing and handed me one.
"Drink with me, baby," she said, her voice low and a little rough. "You've been looking at me different lately."
I took the glass. My cock was already half-hard just from the way her ass moved under those tiny shorts. We drank fast. The second glass led to her sitting on the counter, legs spread just enough that I could see the edge of her panties.
"You want this?" she asked, cupping one tit through the tank top. "Tell me straight."
"Yeah," I said. No point lying. "I want to fuck you, Mom."
She smiled, dirty and knowing, then pulled the tank top off. Her tits dropped free, full and soft with dark nipples. I stood up, boxers tenting hard, and stepped between her thighs. My hands went straight to her chest, squeezing, thumbs rubbing those stiff peaks.
She moaned and reached down, yanking my cock out. "Thick like your father," she muttered, stroking me slow and tight. "But you're mine tonight."
I pushed her shorts and panties aside and slid two fingers straight into her pussy. She was already soaked, hot and slick. She rocked on my hand while jerking me faster.
"Fuck me on the counter," she ordered. "Hard."
I didn't need more. I lined up and drove in deep in one thrust. Her cunt gripped me like a fist.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in tighter. Every stroke made her tits bounce. The wet sounds of my cock slamming into her filled the kitchen.
"Harder, son," she gasped. "Use that dick."
I pounded her, hips slapping against her ass, her juices running down my balls. She came first, clenching and shaking, nails digging into my shoulders. I kept going until I flooded her, pumping thick loads deep while she milked every drop.
We didn't stop there. She slid off the counter, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean, tongue swirling over my sensitive head. Then she bent over the table and told me to take her ass. I spit on her hole, worked my cock in slow, then fucked her rough while she rubbed her clit and came again.
By morning we were in her bed, sweaty and spent, her riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce on my cock. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned.
"This is just the start," she said. "Mom and son don't stop once they start."
We spent the whole weekend naked, fucking in every room, her teaching me exactly how she liked her pussy eaten and her tits slapped. No guilt, just raw need. Every time I came inside her she smiled like she'd won something she always wanted.
And I knew we'd never go back.
