I had just turned twenty-five when it happened. Mom was forty-seven, still carrying that full, soft body that had always made men stare a little too long. We were alone in the house after Dad left for good. One humid August night the AC died and the air felt thick enough to choke on. I walked into the kitchen wearing only boxers, sweat sliding down my chest.
She stood at the sink in a thin white tank top and panties, the cotton clinging to her heavy tits and the curve of her ass.
Jesus, its fucking hot, she said, turning around. Her nipples were hard against the fabric. She didnt try to cover them.
I didnt look away. Yeah. Real fucking hot.
She stepped closer, eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in my boxers. Youre hard.
So are your nipples.
We didnt pretend anymore. Her hand reached out and grabbed my cock through the thin cotton. Been thinking about this for months, she muttered, voice low and dirty. My own son walking around with this big dick swinging.
I yanked her tank top up and sucked one thick nipple into my mouth. She moaned, fingers tightening around my shaft. Suck it harder, she ordered. I bit down and she gasped, hips pushing forward.
We didnt make it to the bedroom. She bent over the kitchen table, shoving her panties down to her knees. I dropped behind her, spread her cheeks, and buried my face between them. Her asshole and cunt were sweaty and musky. I licked her from clit to hole in long, filthy strokes. She pushed back against my tongue. Eat your mothers pussy, she growled. Taste how wet I am for you.
I stood, lined up, and drove my cock straight into her soaked cunt in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and dripping. The table scraped across the floor with every hard slam. Her tits swung under her. I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while I fucked her.
Harder, she begged. Fuck me like you mean it. Fill your mom up.
I grabbed her hips and pounded harder, skin slapping loud in the quiet kitchen. Sweat dripped off both of us. She came first, cunt clenching and pulsing around my cock, a raw moan tearing out of her throat. I didnt stop. I kept driving into her until my balls tightened and I shot thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then she stood, turned, and kissed me deep, tasting herself on my tongue. Bedroom, she said. Now.
Upstairs she stripped completely and lay back on her bed, legs spread. Cum already leaked from her pussy. She reached down and smeared it over her clit. Come here and fuck me again. I want it all night.
I climbed between her thighs and slid back inside. This time we took it slower at first, then harder again. She wrapped her legs around me and dug her heels into my ass, pulling me deeper. Thats it, she whispered against my ear. Give Mommy every inch. Dont pull out.
We fucked until the sheets were soaked. She rode me, tits bouncing, then got on all fours so I could take her from behind again. Every time I came she milked me for more. By the time the sun came up we were both raw, sticky, and grinning like wed finally admitted what wed wanted for years.
She kissed my chest and said, This is ours now. No one else needs to know.
I pulled her close, already getting hard again against her thigh. Then we better make the most of it.
