The house was quiet when Jake came home from college that weekend. He was twenty-two, tall and broad from the gym, and the moment he saw his mother Linda in the kitchen he knew he wasn't going to hold back anymore. She was forty-five, still fit, wearing a thin robe that clung to her heavy breasts and wide hips.
Jake didn't say hello. He walked straight up behind her, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her around. "Mom, I've thought about this every night," he growled, voice low and rough. His hands yanked the robe open, exposing her naked body.
Linda gasped, trying to push him away, but he was stronger. He forced her against the counter, one hand pinning her wrists above her head while the other shoved between her thighs.
"No, Jake, we can't" she started, but he silenced her with a hard kiss, tongue forcing its way into her mouth. His fingers found her pussy and rubbed roughly, spreading her lips, pushing two thick digits inside without warning. She was dry at first, but he worked them in and out fast, thumb grinding her clit until her body betrayed her and slickness coated his hand.
He freed his cockthick, veined, already leakingand rubbed the head against her entrance. Linda struggled, legs kicking, but Jake hooked one of her thighs over his arm and thrust. He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She cried out, the stretch burning, but he didn't stop. He fucked her hard against the counter, hips snapping, balls slapping her ass with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the kitchen as he pounded into her, forcing her walls to take every inch.
Linda's protests turned into broken moans as he angled deeper, hitting spots that made her clench around him despite herself. Jake released her wrists only to grab her tits, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples until she arched. "You feel that, Mom? This pussy is mine now." He flipped her around, bent her over the counter, and slammed back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back while the other spanked her ass red.
He fucked her relentlessly, sweat dripping, the slap of skin loud and filthy. Linda came first, shaking and sobbing through the orgasm she didn't want, her cunt pulsing around his cock. Jake groaned, drove in deep, and flooded her with hot spurts, filling her until it leaked down her thighs.
He didn't pull out right away. He kept her pinned, whispering filthy promises about the rest of the weekend, about how he'd take her again and again until she begged for it. Linda stayed bent over the counter, breathing hard, body still trembling around him. The forced heat between them had only just begun.
