I had just turned nineteen and come home from college for the summer when everything changed. Mom had always been hot, but lately the way she looked at me had shifted. Her name was Linda, forty-two, with full tits that strained every top she wore and an ass that begged to be grabbed. Dad was gone on another business trip, leaving the house to us.
One humid night I walked into the kitchen and found her in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. Her nipples poked hard against the fabric. She was pouring wine, and when she turned she smiled that slow, knowing smile.
"Couldn't sleep either?" she asked, voice low and husky.
I shook my head. My cock was already thickening in my shorts. She noticed and didn't look away.
"Come here," she said.
I stepped closer. She set the glass down and reached out, palming my dick through the fabric. "Fuck, you're hard for your mom already."
The words hit like fire. I grabbed her hips and yanked her against me. Our mouths crashed together, tongues fighting, teeth nipping. She tasted like wine and sin. Her hand shoved into my shorts, wrapping around my thick shaft and stroking hard.
"Been thinking about this cock all week," she growled against my lips. "Want to feel it stretch my pussy."
I spun her around and bent her over the counter. Yanking her panties aside, I found her soaked. Two fingers slid straight into her tight cunt. She moaned loud, pushing back on my hand.
"Finger-fuck me, baby. Get that hole ready for your dick."
I pumped her fast, thumb rubbing her clit until she was dripping down her thighs. Then I pulled my fingers out, dropped my shorts, and lined up. One hard thrust and I buried every inch inside her.
"Oh god yes!" she cried. "Fuck your mom. Pound that pussy."
I did. Hard, deep strokes that made her tits bounce and the counter shake. Skin slapped loud in the quiet kitchen.
Her walls clenched around me, milking every thrust. I reached around and pinched her nipples through the tank top until she screamed and came, gushing around my cock.
I didn't stop. I kept slamming into her, chasing my own load. When I was close she pulled off, dropped to her knees, and took me straight down her throat. Her lips stretched wide around my shaft as she sucked like she was starving. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face until I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop and licked me clean.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. We fucked again on the living room floor, her riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce while she impaled herself on my cock. Then in the shower, her bent against the tiles while hot water ran over us and I took her from behind again. By morning we were sore, sticky, and already planning the next round.
She looked at me over coffee, eyes dark with promise. "This is our secret, but we're not stopping."
I grinned. "Wouldn't dream of it, Mom."
