I walked into the kitchen after midnight, dick already half-hard from the way Mom had been looking at me all week. She stood at the sink in nothing but a thin tank top and panties, her big tits pressing against the fabric, nipples poking out like they were begging for it. "Couldn't sleep again, baby?" she asked, voice low and rough.
"No," I said, stepping right up behind her. My hands went straight to her hips, pulling her back against my cock. "Been thinking about that shit you told me. Those stories you read online. Free mom incest sex stories. The ones where the son just takes what he wants."
She froze for a second, then pushed her ass back, grinding on me. "You weren't supposed to find those on my laptop."
"Too late." I yanked her panties down in one hard tug. Her pussy was already wet, shaved smooth, lips puffy and slick. I shoved two fingers inside her without warning. She moaned loud, gripping the counter. "You get off reading about moms getting fucked by their sons, don't you?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Every fucking night."
I pulled my fingers out, sucked them clean, then freed my cock. It slapped against her ass, thick and throbbing. "Then tonight you're living one." I lined up and drove into her in one rough thrust. Her cunt clamped down tight, hot and dripping, taking every inch.
"Fuck, yes!" Mom cried out, pushing back to meet me. I started pounding her right there against the sink, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. The wet sounds filled the kitchen—skin on skin, her juices coating my shaft. I reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, pinching those fat nipples until she yelped.
"Harder," she begged. "Fuck your mom like those stories. Make it dirty."
I slammed into her faster, the counter digging into her thighs. Her pussy squelched around me, creamy and greedy. I pulled out just long enough to spin her around, lift her onto the counter, and spread her legs wide. Then I buried myself again, watching her face twist in pleasure as I bottomed out.
"Look at you," I growled. "Mom's cunt swallowing her son's cock. You love this shit, don't you? Reading about it, then getting railed for real."
She nodded, eyes glassy, mouth open. "Don't stop. Fill me up."
I fucked her like that for what felt like forever—deep, punishing strokes, her legs locked around my waist. Every time she got close, I slowed down just to edge her, making her whine and beg. Her clit was swollen; I rubbed it with my thumb in rough circles while I thrust.
When I finally let her come, she screamed, pussy pulsing and squirting around my dick, soaking my balls and the counter. I didn't let up.
I kept pounding through her orgasm until I felt my own building. "Gonna cum inside you," I warned.
"Do it," she panted. "Breed your mom. Give me every drop."
I exploded deep, flooding her with thick ropes of cum. It leaked out around my cock as I kept thrusting, mixing with her juices and dripping onto the floor. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
Later, in her bed, she rode me slow at first, then got nasty again—leaning down to whisper every filthy detail from those stories while she bounced on my dick. By morning we'd gone through three more rounds, her ass red from spanking, her throat raw from moaning my name.
She smiled, cum still leaking down her thigh. "Guess those free mom incest sex stories weren't just fantasy after all."
