I knew it was wrong the second my son Jake walked into the kitchen that night, shirtless after his shower, water still beading on his chest. He was twenty-five, built like a damn linebacker, and I was forty-seven with too many lonely years behind me. But the way his eyes dragged over my short robe, the way my nipples tightened against the thin fabric, told me we were both thinking the same filthy thing.
Mom, you look good tonight, he said, voice low and rough. He didnt even try to hide the bulge growing in his sweatpants.
I poured us both a drink and handed him one. Youve been staring at me for weeks, baby. Say what you want.
He set the glass down, stepped close, and grabbed my ass with both hands. I want to fuck my own mother. I want to bend you over this counter and pound that wet pussy until you scream.
Heat flooded between my legs.
I untied my robe and let it fall open. My tits spilled out, heavy and full, nipples dark and hard. Jake groaned and sucked one into his mouth, biting just enough to make me gasp. His hand shoved between my thighs, fingers sliding through my slick folds.
Fuck, Mom, youre soaked already, he muttered against my skin. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, pumping hard while his thumb rubbed my clit. I grabbed his cock through his pants and squeezed. He was huge, throbbing, leaking pre-cum that soaked the fabric.
I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor. Yanking his sweats down, I freed that fat cock and licked the head, tasting salt and heat. You want Mommy to suck your dick? I asked, looking up at him. Tell me dirty, Jake.
Suck it, Mom. Take every inch down your throat like the slut you are.
I opened wide and swallowed him. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, spit running down his shaft. I bobbed fast, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his heavy balls. Jake fucked my face, hands in my hair, groaning every time I swallowed around him.
After a few minutes he pulled out, lifted me onto the counter, and spread my legs. His mouth went straight to my cunt, tongue fucking me deep before licking my clit in fast circles. I came hard, thighs shaking, juices dripping down his chin.
Fuck me, I begged. Put that cock in your mothers pussy right now.
Jake stood, lined up, and slammed inside in one thrust. I cried out, stretched wide around him. He fucked me like a man possessed, hips snapping, balls slapping my ass. The counter shook with every stroke. I clawed his back and begged for more.
Harder, baby. Wreck Mommys cunt.
He flipped me over, bent me forward, and drove back in from behind. One hand reached around to rub my clit while the other slapped my ass. The wet sounds of his cock pounding my soaked pussy filled the kitchen. I came again, walls clenching around him, and he growled, Gonna fill you up, Mom. Gonna pump my load deep inside you.
He buried himself to the hilt and came, hot pulses flooding me. Cum leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop in.
We didnt stop there. I led him to the bedroom, climbed on top, and rode him slow at first, then hard, tits bouncing while he sucked them. He flipped me onto my back, folded my legs to my chest, and fucked me deep until I squirted around him. We switched positions again and againme on all fours, him taking me standing against the wall, me riding reverse so he could watch my ass bounce.
By the time we collapsed, sweaty and spent, his cum was leaking from my well-fucked pussy and I was already thinking about the next round. Jake kissed my shoulder and whispered, This is just the beginning, Mom.
I smiled in the dark. Then dont keep me waiting, baby. Mommys pussy is yours whenever you want it.
