The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant tick of the clock. Jake, twenty-two and home from college for the summer, stood in the kitchen doorway watching his mother, Elena, rinse dishes at the sink. She wore a thin cotton robe that clung to her curves from the steam, her dark hair loose down her back. He had jerked off to thoughts of her for years, but tonight the air felt different, heavier.
Elena turned, catching his stare. Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his shorts. She didn't look away. "You've been staring at me like that all week," she said, voice low. "What the fuck are you thinking, Jake?"
He stepped closer. "I'm thinking about how wet your pussy would feel around my cock. How bad I want to fuck my own mom."
She set the dish down hard. For a second he thought she'd slap him. Instead she untied the robe and let it fall open. Her full tits spilled out, nipples already hard. "Then stop thinking and do it. But once we start, there's no going back."
Jake crossed the room in two strides. He grabbed her hips and spun her to face the counter, yanking the robe off her shoulders.
His hand slid between her legs from behind, fingers finding her already slick folds. "Jesus, Mom, you're dripping."
"Shut up and finger me," she hissed, pushing back against his hand. Two thick fingers sank into her hot cunt, pumping fast. Elena moaned, grinding on them. "Deeper. Fuck, your fingers feel good."
He pulled them out, licked them clean, then shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined. Elena reached back and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking once. "Big boy. Mommy's going to take every inch."
She bent over the counter, ass up. Jake lined up and drove in with one hard thrust, burying himself balls-deep in her tight, wet pussy. Elena cried out, gripping the edge. "Oh fuck yes, stretch me!"
He didn't ease in. He fucked her raw and fast, hips slapping against her ass, the wet sounds of his cock pounding her cunt filling the kitchen. Elena pushed back to meet every stroke. "Harder, Jake. Fuck your mother like you mean it."
He reached around, rubbing her clit in rough circles while he hammered into her. Her walls clenched around him. "I'm gonna come on my son's dick," she gasped. Her orgasm hit hard, pussy pulsing and squirting a little around his shaft.
Jake didn't stop. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Spreading her thighs wide, he slammed back inside, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Elena hooked her legs around him. "Fill me up. Come inside Mommy's cunt."
His balls tightened. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her pussy. She milked him with her inner muscles, moaning through another small climax.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Elena cupped his face. "That was just the first time. Tonight you're sleeping in my bed."
Jake grinned, already hardening again inside her. "Yes, Mom."
