The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the steady drip of the kitchen faucet I kept forgetting to fix. I stood there in my thin nightgown, nipples already tight against the cotton, pussy aching with that deep, empty throb that had been building for weeks. My husband was gone again, another business trip, and my own fingers werent cutting it anymore. I needed cock. Real cock.
Thick, hard, and willing to pound the frustration right out of me.
My son, Jake, was eighteen and home from his first semester of college. Hed grown into a man while I wasnt lookingbroad shoulders, that deep voice, and the way his jeans hugged his ass when he walked around the house shirtless after workouts. Id caught myself staring too long more than once. Tonight, something snapped. I needed sex, and I knew exactly where I was going to get it.
I found him in the living room, sprawled on the couch in nothing but boxers, scrolling on his phone. His body was relaxed, one leg bent, the fabric of his shorts doing nothing to hide the heavy outline of his dick resting against his thigh.
Jake, I said, voice low and rough. I need you.
He looked up, eyebrows raised. Whats wrong, Mom?
I didnt answer with words. I walked over, grabbed the hem of my nightgown, and pulled it over my head. My tits spilled out, full and heavy, and my shaved pussy was already slick, lips parted. His eyes went wide, then dropped straight to my cunt.
Fuck, he muttered.
I need sex, I told him, stepping closer so my knees brushed his. Your dads never here. My pussys been dripping for days. Im turning to you, baby. Right now.
Jakes cock twitched visibly in his boxers. He didnt hesitate. He shoved the waistband down and his dick sprang freethick, veined, already half-hard and growing fast. Eight inches of young, eager meat pointed right at me.
I dropped to my knees between his spread legs and wrapped my hand around the base. It was hot and heavy in my palm. I stroked him once, twice, watching the head swell and a bead of precum form at the slit.
Mom, shit, he groaned.
I leaned in and licked that drop away, then opened wide and took him into my mouth. No teasing. I sucked him deep on the first stroke, tongue flat against the underside, cheeks hollowing as I bobbed. His hand landed on the back of my head, fingers tightening in my hair as he started to thrust up into my throat.
I gagged once, spit running down his shaft, but I didnt stop. I needed this. I needed to taste him, to feel him use my mouth like the slut I was turning into for my own son.
After a minute I pulled off, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. Bedroom. Now. I want you to fuck me until I cant walk.
We didnt make it to the bed. He bent me over the arm of the couch, yanked my hips back, and drove into me in one hard thrust. My pussy stretched around him, wet and greedy, taking every inch until his balls slapped my clit.
Goddamn, youre tight, he growled, hands gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. He started pounding immediatelylong, deep strokes that made my tits swing and my cunt clench around him.
I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning loud and filthy. Harder, baby. Fuck your moms needy pussy. Fill me up.
Jake gave me exactly what I asked for. He slammed into me, skin slapping, the wet sounds of my soaked cunt echoing through the room. One hand reached around to rub my clit in rough circles while the other held my hip, pulling me back onto his cock like he owned it.
I came first, hard, legs shaking, pussy pulsing around him as I cried out his name. He didnt slow down. He kept fucking me through it, chasing his own release, until he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded deep inside me. I felt every hot spurt, thick ropes of cum flooding my cunt until it leaked out around his shaft.
We didnt stop there.
I turned around, pushed him onto the couch, and climbed on top. His cock was still hard, slick with our combined mess. I sank down onto it again, riding him slow at first so he could watch my tits bounce, then faster, grinding my clit against him until I came a second time, soaking his lap.
Jake flipped me onto my back on the floor, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me missionary style with long, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. He talked dirty the whole timecalling me his horny mom, telling me how good my pussy felt wrapped around his dick, how hed been jerking off thinking about me for months.
By the time he came again, painting my tits and stomach with another thick load, I was a shaking, satisfied wreck. Cum dripped from my well-fucked hole and smeared across my skin. My thighs were sticky, my nipples sore from his mouth, and my body hummed with the kind of deep, bone-melting pleasure I hadnt felt in years.
Jake pulled me against his chest afterward, both of us breathing hard on the living room floor.
Anytime you need it, Mom, he said, voice rough. Im right here.
I smiled against his neck, already feeling that familiar ache starting to build again. I knew Id be turning to my son a lot more often from now on. And judging by the way his cock was twitching against my thigh, he was more than ready to keep giving me exactly what I needed.
