He walked through the door after midnight, keys still in his hand, and there she was on the couch in that thin silk robe she always wore when she knew he was coming home late. She looked up from her wine glass, legs crossed, nipples already pushing against the fabric like they had been waiting for him all night.
"Long day, baby?" she asked, voice low and rough.
He didn't answer with words. He dropped his bag, crossed the room in three strides, and grabbed the tie of her robe. One hard pull and it fell open. Her tits spilled out, heavy and soft, the kind of tits that had nursed him years ago and still looked ready to be sucked again. He shoved her back against the cushions and took one nipple in his mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp.
"Fuck, that's it," she hissed, grabbing the back of his head. "Suck Mommy's tits like you used to."
He didn't need instructions. He sucked hard, hand already sliding between her thighs. She was bare underneath the robe, pussy hot and slick. Two fingers pushed straight inside her without warning. She was dripping, clenching around him like her cunt had been thinking about this all evening.
She moaned loud and dirty. "That's my good boy. Finger Mommy's wet pussy."
He pumped his fingers fast, thumb grinding on her clit. Her hips bucked up to meet every thrust. When she started to shake he pulled his hand away, stood up, and yanked his pants down. His cock sprang out thick and angry, already leaking.
She stared at it and licked her lips. "Bring that to Mommy."
He climbed over her, knees on either side of her chest, and fed his dick into her mouth. She took it deep on the first try, throat opening like she'd been practicing.
He fucked her face in short, hard strokes, balls slapping her chin while spit ran down her neck.
When he couldn't take it anymore he pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. The robe was still half on, tangled around her waist. He lined up and drove straight into her cunt in one brutal thrust.
She screamed into the couch cushion. "Yes! Fuck Mommy hard!"
He did. He pounded her like he hated her, hips slapping loud and wet against her ass. Every stroke went balls-deep. Her pussy made filthy squelching sounds around him. He reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles until she came, whole body jerking, cunt squeezing him so tight he almost lost it.
He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and pressed the head of his cock against her asshole.
"Beg for it," he growled.
"Please," she panted. "Put it in Mommy's ass. Stretch me open."
He spit on her hole and pushed. She was tight but took him anyway, groaning the whole way. Once he was buried he started fucking her ass with the same rough rhythm. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to slap her clit every few strokes.
She came again, harder this time, ass clenching around his cock while she babbled filthy nonsense. "That's it, baby, ruin Mommy's holes. Use me. Come in my ass."
He lasted maybe ten more seconds. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding her ass while she kept pushing back, milking every drop.
When he finally pulled out she stayed there, ass up, his cum leaking down her thighs. She looked over her shoulder with a satisfied, wicked smile.
"Round two in the shower," she said. "Mommy's not done with that cock yet."
He was already hard again before she finished speaking.
