She was already in the kitchen when he got home, wearing nothing but that thin silk robe that barely covered her ass. At 45, Linda still had the body that made his cock twitch every time he saw her—full tits, wide hips, thick thighs that he’d jerked off thinking about more times than he could count. Jake was 22, home from college for the summer, and the house felt too small with just the two of them.
“Long night?” she asked, turning around. The robe slipped open a little, showing the curve of one heavy breast.
“Something like that,” he muttered, dropping his keys.
His eyes went straight to her nipples pressing against the fabric.
She didn’t close the robe. Instead she poured him a drink and slid it across the counter. “You keep staring at me like that, son, and I’m gonna think you want something.”
He took the glass, knocked it back, and stepped closer. “Maybe I do. Maybe I’ve been thinking about bending you over this counter for weeks.”
Linda’s breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. Her hand landed on his chest, then slid down to cup the hard bulge in his jeans. “Fuck, you’re already this hard for your own mother?”
“Yeah,” he growled, grabbing her wrist and pressing her palm harder against his cock. “You gonna do something about it or just tease me?”
She squeezed him through the denim. “Take it out.”
He unzipped fast, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up heavy and leaking. Linda wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, slow and tight. “Goddamn, you’re big. Bigger than your father ever was.”
Jake groaned and pushed her robe open the rest of the way. Her tits spilled out, nipples dark and stiff. He bent down and sucked one into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. His hand went between her legs. She was already wet, slick and hot.
“Spread for me,” he ordered.
She did, leaning back against the counter, legs open. He shoved two fingers straight into her pussy, pumping them hard while his thumb worked her clit. Linda moaned loud, hips rocking against his hand.
“That’s it, fuck your mom’s cunt with those fingers,” she hissed. “Been wanting this too, haven’t you? Sneaking looks at me in the shower, jerking off in your room thinking about me.”
“Every fucking night,” he admitted, pulling his fingers out and sucking them clean. Then he spun her around, bent her over the counter, and kicked her feet apart. He lined his cock up and shoved in deep in one thrust.
Linda cried out, gripping the edge of the counter. “Yes—fuck me, Jake. Pound that pussy.”
He did. Hard, fast strokes that made her ass ripple every time his hips slapped against it. Her tits swung beneath her. He reached around and grabbed one, pinching the nipple while he fucked her.
“Tell me how much you love your son’s cock,” he demanded.
“I love it,” she panted. “Love how it stretches me. Don’t stop—harder.”
He slammed into her faster, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the kitchen. When he felt her start to tighten, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the counter, and shoved back in. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked her like that, watching her face while he drove deep.
“Come on my cock,” he told her.
She came hard, pussy clenching around him, moaning his name. Jake kept thrusting through it until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself to the balls and unloaded, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavy. Then Linda smiled, reached down, and scooped some of his cum from where it leaked out of her. She licked it off her fingers.
“Round two in the shower,” she said. “And this time I want you to fuck my ass.”
Jake grinned, already getting hard again. “Whatever you want, Mom.”
