I had just turned twenty-one when it happened. Mom had been divorced for three years and I was living at home while I finished my last year of college. She was forty-three, still tight from yoga, with heavy tits that swayed under her tank tops and an ass that filled out her yoga pants like it was begging to be grabbed. Id jerked off to the thought of her for years, but I never thought it would actually happen.
It started on a Friday night after she came home from the gym. Sweat made her shirt cling to her nipples. She caught me staring and didnt look away. Instead she smirked, poured two glasses of wine, and handed me one.
You keep looking at me like you want to fuck me, she said, voice low and direct. So do it.
I set the glass down, grabbed her hips, and yanked her against me. My cock was already rock-hard in my jeans. She reached down and squeezed it through the denim.
Jesus, youre thick, she muttered. Show it to me.
I shoved my pants down. My dick sprang out, heavy and veined. Mom dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen and took me straight into her mouth. No teasing, no hesitation. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, spit running down my shaft while she looked up at me with those dark eyes.
Fuck, Mom, I groaned.
She pulled off just long enough to say, Call me that while you fuck my throat.
I held her head and thrust. She took it, gagging wetly, saliva dripping onto her tits. When she finally stood up, she stripped fastshirt, bra, pants, panties in a pile on the floor. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening.
Bend me over the counter, she ordered.
I spun her around, kicked her feet apart, and lined up. One hard shove and I was buried balls-deep in my own mothers cunt. She was tight and hot and dripping. She moaned loud, pushing back to take every inch.
Harder, she demanded. Fuck your mom like you mean it.
I pounded her. The slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. Her tits swung under her, nipples brushing the cool countertop. Every thrust made wet sounds as her pussy gripped me. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I could see my cock stretching her open.
Deeper, she gasped. I want to feel it in my guts.
I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and slammed into her until my balls slapped her clit. She came first, cunt pulsing and squirting around my dick, juices running down her thighs. I didnt stop. I kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and spun her to face me.
On the table, I said. Legs up.
She climbed onto the kitchen table, lay back, and spread wide. I climbed on top and drove back inside. The table creaked under us. I fucked her in long, brutal strokes, watching her face twist with pleasure. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I pounded her.
Gonna come again, she warned. Fill me up when you do.
I lasted maybe thirty more seconds. The sight of her tits bouncing, her pussy stretched around my cock, and the filthy words coming out of her mouth pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her. She came with me, milking every drop.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard.
Then she smiled, slow and dirty.
Round two in the shower, she said. And this time I want it in my ass.
I was already getting hard again.
