I shoved my cock balls-deep into my mom's dripping cunt on the kitchen table, her legs locked around my waist like she never wanted me to pull out. "Fuck, Tommy, right there," she moaned, her voice raw and filthy.
"Pound your mother's womb. Fill it up like you own it."
Her pussy was soaked, gripping me tight as I hammered in hard, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. She was forty-eight, still tight as hell, her big tits bouncing with every thrust. I grabbed them, squeezing hard, thumbs rubbing her stiff nipples while I bottomed out again and again. She arched her back, pushing her hips up to meet me, begging for more.
"Harder, baby. Fuck your cum straight into my womb. I want it all." Her dirty talk drove me crazy. I pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, the head of my dick kissing her cervix with every stroke. She screamed my name, her walls fluttering around my shaft. I could feel her getting close already, her juices running down my balls.
I flipped her over onto her stomach, yanking her ass up. Her pussy lips were swollen and red, shiny with cream. I drove back inside her from behind, deeper this time, grinding against her cervix. She pushed back, taking every inch like a slut who had waited years for this. "That's it, son. Breed me. Shoot it in my womb where it belongs."
My hands dug into her hips as I fucked her rough and fast. The table creaked under us. Sweat slicked our bodies. Every thrust made her moan louder, her cunt squeezing me like it was trying to milk me dry. I reached under her, rubbing her clit in tight circles while I pounded away. She came hard, shaking and gushing around my cock, but I didn't stop. I kept slamming into that hot, clutching hole, chasing my own release.
When I was close, I leaned over her back, growling in her ear. "You want my load in your womb, Mom? You want me to knock you up?" She nodded frantically, pushing back even harder. "Yes! Fill it. Flood my fucking womb."
I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick ropes of cum blasted straight against her cervix, pumping deep into her womb. Pulse after pulse, my balls emptying into her. She clenched around me, milking every drop while she came again. We stayed locked together, my cock twitching inside her as the last spurts filled her completely.
I didn't pull out right away. I stayed buried, letting her feel every inch while my cum leaked around my shaft. She reached back, stroking my thigh. "Don't move yet. Keep it in me. Let it soak my womb."
We stayed like that until I softened enough to slip free. Cum poured out of her stretched pussy, running down her thighs. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and licked me clean, sucking our mixed juices off my cock with hungry moans.
Later that night she climbed on top of me in bed, sinking down onto my already hard dick again. "Round two," she whispered, riding me slow and deep so every stroke pushed my fresh load deeper into her womb. "This time I want you to make sure it takes."
Her hips rolled, grinding her clit against me while I thrust up to meet her. We fucked for hours, switching positions, always ending with me dumping another load straight into her fertile core. By morning her belly felt warm and full, my cum sloshing inside her with every move.
She smiled at me over coffee, hand resting on her lower stomach. "Best mother-son story we could ever write."
