I slammed the front door shut behind me and there she was, my mom, standing in the kitchen in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. She looked up from the counter, eyes locking on mine like she already knew what was coming. "You're home early," she said, voice low and rough. I didn't answer with words. I crossed the room in three steps, grabbed her hips, and spun her around so her ass pressed back against my already hard dick.
"Fuck, you've been teasing me for weeks," I growled, yanking her panties down to her knees. She didn't fight it. Instead she spread her legs and arched her back, pushing that round ass out like she wanted it. "Then stop talking and fuck me," she shot back. That was all I needed. I freed my cock, thick and throbbing, and shoved it straight into her wet pussy in one hard thrust. She moaned loud, the sound filthy and perfect, her walls gripping me tight.
I pounded her right there against the counter, hips slapping against her ass with every stroke. Her tits bounced under the tank top and I reached around to squeeze one, pinching the nipple hard until she gasped. "Deeper, baby, fuck your mother deeper," she begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. The words hit me like fire. I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and rammed into her faster, the wet sounds of my cock sliding in and out filling the kitchen.
We didn't make it to the bedroom at first. I pulled out just long enough to turn her around, lift her onto the counter, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was shaved smooth and glistening. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, tongue lapping at her clit while two fingers pumped inside her. She tasted sweet and dirty at the same time. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding me there while she ground against my mouth. "That's it, eat that pussy," she hissed. When she came she flooded my tongue, thighs shaking around my head.
I stood up, wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, and slammed back inside her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I fucked her hard and fast, the counter creaking under us. Her nails dug into my back. "Fill me up," she demanded. I did, groaning as I pumped load after load deep into her cunt, watching it leak out around my cock when I finally pulled free.
We weren't done. She slid off the counter, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean, tongue swirling over every inch.
My dick never went soft. I hauled her up, carried her to the couch, and bent her over the armrest. This time I took her ass, working lube from the drawer onto my fingers first, then easing my cock into that tight hole while she moaned and pushed back. "Fuck yes, use my ass," she said, voice muffled against the cushions. I fucked her slow at first, then harder, reaching under to rub her clit until she came again, screaming into the fabric.
After that we moved to her bed. She rode me, tits bouncing, pussy squeezing my cock with every drop of her hips. I slapped her ass and told her she was a filthy mom who needed her son's dick. She agreed, riding faster, telling me how long she'd wanted it. We switched positions again and again, her on all fours, me on top pinning her wrists, her riding reverse so I could watch my cock disappear into her. Every time I came she milked it out of me, then sucked me back to hardness for more.
By morning we were both sore and sticky, lying tangled in the sheets. She smiled, lazy and satisfied, and said, "We should do that every night." I pulled her close, already hard again against her thigh. Those free mother son sex stories had nothing on the real thing we just started.
