She walked into his room without knocking, robe hanging open, nothing underneath. Her tits were heavy and full, nipples already stiff from the decision she had made that afternoon. "I need you to fuck me," she said, voice flat and hungry. No buildup, no excuses. Just the truth.
Her son looked up from his laptop, eyes widening for half a second before they dropped to her bare pussy. He didn't ask questions. He stood, pulled his shirt off, and shoved his jeans down. His cock was already thickening, thick and veined, the head dark. She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet and took him in her mouth without another word.
She sucked him hard and sloppy, spit running down his shaft, gagging when he hit the back of her throat. He grabbed her hair and fucked her face in short, rough thrusts. "That's it, Mom. Take it all." She moaned around him, fingers between her own legs, rubbing her clit fast and wet.
When she couldn't wait anymore she stood, turned around, and bent over the edge of his bed. "Put it in. Now." He didn't hesitate. He lined up and drove straight into her soaked cunt in one hard stroke. She cried out, pushing back to meet him. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room as he pounded her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
She came first, legs shaking, cunt clenching around him, juices dripping down her thighs. He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and kept slamming into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit again, staring up at him. "Fill me up. I want your cum inside me."
He grunted, pace turning frantic, then buried himself deep and unloaded. Hot pulses of cum flooded her. She kept her legs locked around him until he finished, then pulled him down for a rough kiss, tongues messy, both of them breathing hard.
They didn't talk about it afterward. She just climbed into his bed and stayed there. Every night after that she came to him the same way: direct, filthy, no hesitation.
Sometimes she rode him slow and deep, sometimes she made him bend her over the kitchen table before dinner. He fucked her mouth in the shower, came on her tits while she begged for it, ate her pussy until she screamed. It was raw and constant and exactly what she needed.
She stopped pretending there was anything gentle about it. She wanted her son's cock and she took it whenever she wanted, and he gave it to her the same way, hard, deep, and without apology. The house filled with the sounds of their fucking, and neither of them cared who might hear.
