I walked into the kitchen that night knowing exactly what I wanted. Mom was at the sink rinsing dishes, her ass hugged tight in those thin cotton shorts she wore around the house. She was forty-two, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits, and I was eighteen and hard all the time. Wed been dancing around it for weekslong looks, her hand lingering on my shoulder, the way shed moan a little too loud when she thought I was asleep. Tonight I was done waiting.
Mom, I said, voice low. She turned. Her nipples were already poking through her tank top. I need to fuck you.
She didnt gasp or slap me. She just set the plate down, dried her hands, and looked me dead in the eye. Took you long enough, baby.
I crossed the room in two steps, grabbed her hips, and spun her around. My cock was already straining against my jeans. I shoved them down, freed it, and ground the thick head against the cleft of her ass through the shorts. She pushed back, grinding on me.
Been thinking about this dick all week, she muttered. Show it to me.
I yanked her shorts down. No panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, then dropped to my knees and buried my face between her cheeks. I licked her from clit to asshole in one long stroke. She tasted sweet and dirty at the same time. Mom moaned and spread her legs wider, pushing her cunt back onto my tongue.
Fuck, eat that pussy, she growled. Get it sloppy for your cock.
I tongue-fucked her hole until spit ran down her thighs, then stood up, lined up, and slammed inside in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and soaked. Her walls gripped me like a fist. I didnt go slow. I fucked her like Id been waiting years, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging. The wet sound of my cock pounding her filled the kitchen.
Mom reached back and spread her cheeks so I could watch my dick disappear. Thats it, fuck your mother. Fill me up.
I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and hammered harder. Every thrust made her tits bounce under the tank top. I reached around and pinched her nipples through the fabric until she whimpered. Her pussy started fluttering.
Gonna come already? I taunted, raw and filthy. This slutty mom cunt cant even take a real fucking?
Shut up and pound it, she snapped, then moaned loud as she came, juices squirting around my shaft and down my balls.
I didnt stop. I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist. I drove back in, deeper this time, watching her face twist with every stroke. Sweat made her tank top cling to her tits. I shoved it up and sucked a nipple hard while I fucked her.
Tell me you want it, I said against her breast.
Want my sons cum, she panted. Want you to breed this pussy on the first try.
That pushed me over. I slammed in balls-deep and unloaded, thick ropes pumping straight into her. She came again, clamping down and milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
After a minute she slid off the counter, dropped to her knees, and licked me clean. Her tongue was slow and dirty, sucking our mixed mess off my shaft. When she stood she kissed me, letting me taste it.
Bedroom, she said. Round two. This time I ride.
We didnt leave the house for two days. By the end of the weekend shed taught me how to fuck her ass, how to make her squirt on command, and how to call her every filthy name while I used her. It wasnt the last time. It was just the first.
