Mom walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but that thin silk robe she knew drove me crazy. Her tits pushed against the fabric, nipples already hard, and I could see the dark shadow of her bush through the gap at the bottom. "Your dad left for work early," she said, voice low and rough. "We're alone again."
I didn't waste time with talk.
I stood up, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around so her ass pressed back against my cock. It was already stiff in my jeans. "You want this dick again, don't you?" I growled, yanking the robe open. Her big tits spilled out and I squeezed them hard, thumbs flicking those thick nipples.
"Fuck yes," she hissed, reaching back to rub my bulge. "Give it to me raw like last night. I need my son's cock stretching my cunt."
I shoved the robe off her shoulders and bent her over the counter. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and glistening. I dropped my pants, spit on my hand, and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit before slamming in balls-deep in one thrust. Mom moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch.
"That's it, fuck your mother," she panted, gripping the edge of the counter. "Pound that pussy hard."
I gripped her hips and hammered into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the kitchen. Her tits swung with every thrust. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough until she came, her cunt squeezing tight around my shaft. "Don't stop," she begged. "Fill me up."
I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back inside. We fucked like animals, her nails digging into my back, both of us grunting and swearing. "Your pussy feels so fucking good," I told her. "So wet and hot for your own son."
She came again, biting my shoulder, and that pushed me over. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her flooded hole.
Later that afternoon we moved to the couch. Mom got on her knees and sucked me sloppy, drool running down her chin while she looked up at me. "Taste yourself on my tongue," she said, then swallowed me again. When I was rock hard she climbed on top, guiding me back into her cum-slick cunt. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing, telling me every filthy detail of how she wanted it: deeper, harder, no pulling out.
By night we were in her bed. I had her on all fours, pounding her from behind while I pulled her hair. "Tell me whose pussy this is," I demanded.
"Yours," she moaned. "My son's. Use it whenever you want."
We kept going until she was shaking and I had nothing left to give, both of us sticky with sweat and cum. Mom pulled me close afterward, still catching her breath. "Tomorrow your dad works late again," she whispered. "We can do this all day."
I kissed her neck and slid two fingers back into her messy pussy. "Count on it."
