The old pickup truck sat dead in the driveway, its hood propped open like it was mocking us both. I wiped grease on my jeans and glanced over at Mom. She was bent over the engine, her tank top riding up to show the small of her back, sweat making the thin fabric cling to her tits. At forty-two she still had the body that made my buddies shut up when she walked by.
"Hand me the wrench, baby," she said, voice low and a little rough from the heat. I passed it over, our fingers brushing. That spark hit me hard, the same one that had been building for months since I turned eighteen and moved back home after graduation.
She twisted something under the hood and cursed. "Fucking thing won't catch." Her ass pushed out as she leaned deeper, shorts riding up those thick thighs. I stared, cock twitching in my pants. We'd always been close, but lately every look lasted too long, every touch felt loaded.
"Try the spark plugs again," I said, stepping closer. My chest brushed her shoulder.
She didn't move away. Instead she straightened slow, turning so her tits pressed against my arm. They were heavy, nipples hard from the breeze or maybe from something else.
"You've been watching me all afternoon," she said, eyes locked on mine. No teasing in her voice, just straight heat. "You want this, don't you? Your own mother."
I didn't lie. "Yeah. First time I saw you like this, I knew I had to have you."
Her hand dropped to my crotch, gripping my hard dick through the denim. "Then fix the fucking car later." She yanked my zipper down, pulled my cock out, and stroked it slow and firm. Precum leaked over her fingers. "Thick like your dad but younger. God, I shouldn't want this."
I grabbed her waist and spun her around, bending her over the fender. The metal was hot but she didn't care. I ripped her shorts down, exposing her bare ass and the wet slit between her legs. No panties. She knew. "You've been planning this," I growled, fingers sliding through her soaked pussy.
"Since you got home," she admitted, pushing back against my hand. "Finger me. Get your mom ready for that cock."
I shoved two fingers deep, pumping hard while my thumb worked her clit. She moaned loud, hips rolling. Juices ran down her thighs. I pulled my fingers out, licked them, then lined my dick up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust.
"Fuck!" she yelled, gripping the truck. "So big. Pound me, son. Fuck your mother's cunt like you mean it."
I did. Hard, fast strokes that made her ass ripple and the truck rock. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick. Every thrust slapped skin on skin. I reached under, squeezed her swinging tits, pinched her nipples until she screamed.
"First time and you're taking it all," I grunted. "You like your son's dick ruining you?"
"Yes! Don't stop. Fill me up. I want your cum."
I fucked her like that until her legs shook and she came hard, pussy pulsing around me. Then I pulled out, spun her to face me, and lifted her onto the hood. She spread wide, grabbed my cock, and guided it back in. We locked eyes as I drove deep again.
Her nails dug into my back. "Harder. Make it hurt so good."
Sweat poured off us. The engine parts dug into her back but she didn't give a shit. I hammered her, balls slapping her ass, until I felt it build. "Gonna cum," I warned.
"Inside me," she begged. "Breed your mom on the first try."
I exploded, shooting thick ropes deep in her cunt. She came again with me, milking every drop. We stayed locked together, breathing ragged, cum leaking out around my still-hard dick.
She kissed me rough, tongue pushing in. "Car can wait. We're not done. Get inside and fuck me on the kitchen table next."
I carried her in, already hard again, ready for round two.
