I came home late from the bar, half-drunk and horny as hell, and there she was on the couch in that thin silk robe that never stayed closed. Mom. Forty-five, still stacked, legs crossed like she knew exactly what she was doing. My cock twitched the second I saw her nipples poking through the fabric.
"Couldn't sleep," she said, voice low. "You smell like beer and bad decisions."
I dropped my keys and walked straight over. "You waiting up for me again?"
She didn't answer with words. She uncrossed her legs slow, robe falling open just enough to show the dark triangle between her thighs. No panties. Shaved smooth. I stared.
"Fuck, Mom," I muttered. "You can't sit like that."
"Why not? You're a grown man now." She leaned back, robe slipping wider.
"Or are you still scared of what you want?"
I wasn't scared anymore. I knelt between her knees, grabbed her thighs and spread them. Her pussy was already wet, lips glistening. I dragged two fingers through her slit and she hissed.
"Been thinking about this all week," she admitted. "Every time you walk around here shirtless, I get soaked. It's wrong. I know it's wrong. But I don't care."
I shoved two fingers inside her without warning. She was tight and hot, clenching around me. "You want your son's cock that bad?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Give it to me. Fuck your mother like you mean it."
I pulled my dick out, thick and already leaking. She reached down, wrapped her hand around it and stroked once, rough. "Bigger than your father ever was."
I didn't wait. I lined up and slammed in to the hilt. She cried out, back arching, robe falling completely open. Her tits bounced as I started pounding, hard and fast, the couch creaking under us. Skin slapped skin. Her juices coated my shaft every time I pulled out and drove back in.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me like you hate me for wanting it."
I grabbed her hips, yanked her forward and railed her deeper. Her clit rubbed against my base with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed it in fast circles, moaning filthy. "That's it, baby. Stretch Mommy's cunt. Fill me up."
Sweat dripped off me onto her stomach. I leaned down and sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp and clamp tighter around my cock. She came first, sudden and loud, pussy spasming, thighs shaking around my waist. I didn't stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own.
When I got close I pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her ass up. I shoved back in from behind, deeper than before. She pushed back against me, greedy.
"Use me," she gasped. "Come in your mother's pussy. Do it."
I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and unloaded with a groan, pumping thick ropes inside her. She milked every drop, grinding back until I was empty and shaking.
We stayed like that, breathing hard. My cum leaked out around my softening cock and down her thighs. She looked over her shoulder, eyes dark.
"Round two in the shower," she said. "And this time you're going to eat it out of me first."
I was already getting hard again. Taboo or not, we were past pretending.
