She came home from her shift at the hospital smelling like antiseptic and sweat, her dark skin still glowing under the kitchen lights. Marcus was eighteen now, tall and broad-shouldered, sitting at the table in nothing but basketball shorts. The moment she walked in, the air changed.
Ma, you look tired, he said, voice low. She set her bag down and kicked off her shoes. Her scrubs hugged her thick hips and heavy breasts. She caught him staring and didnt look away.
Long night, she answered, moving closer. You still up waiting on me?
He stood. The shorts did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. She stepped right into his space, one hand sliding up his chest.
You been thinking about this again? she asked, fingers tracing the line of his abs.
Every damn night, he growled. His hands went straight to her ass, squeezing hard through the thin fabric. She moaned low in her throat and pressed her body against him, feeling that hard length throb against her stomach.
They didnt make it to the bedroom. She yanked her top off right there in the kitchen, heavy tits spilling free, dark nipples already tight. Marcus dropped his mouth to one, sucking hard while his hands shoved her scrub pants down. She wasnt wearing panties. His fingers slid straight between her thick thighs and found her soaked.
Fuck, Ma, youre dripping, he muttered against her breast.
She grabbed his cock through the shorts and squeezed. Then stop talking and put it in me.
He spun her around, bent her over the kitchen table, and shoved his shorts down. His cock slapped heavy against her ass. One rough thrust and he buried every inch inside her, stretching her wet pussy open. She cried out, gripping the edge of the table as he started pounding.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Her ass jiggled with every thrust. He reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he fucked her deep and dirty.
Harder, baby, she gasped. Give your mama that dick.
Marcus grabbed her hips and slammed into her faster, the table creaking. Sweat ran down her back. She pushed back to meet every stroke, taking him all the way to the balls. When she came, her pussy clamped down tight, pulsing around him. He didnt stop. He kept fucking her through it until his own orgasm hit, flooding her with hot cum.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Then she turned, pulled him into a deep kiss, and whispered against his mouth, Bedroom. Round two.
Now.
He followed her down the hall, already getting hard again.
