She was waiting in the kitchen when he got home, wearing nothing but that thin silk robe that barely covered her heavy tits and left the curve of her ass exposed every time she turned. At 42, Linda still had the body that made her sons cock twitch the second he walked in. Mark was 22, built from the gym, and lately the tension between them had gone from simmering to boiling over.
Long day? she asked, voice low and husky, leaning against the counter so the robe slipped open at the top, showing the dark circles of her nipples.
Too fucking long, he muttered, dropping his keys. His eyes locked on her cleavage. You know what youre doing in that thing, Mom.
She smiled, dirty and knowing. Maybe I do. Maybe Ive been thinking about my sons big dick all afternoon. She let the robe fall open completely, revealing her smooth shaved pussy and full, round breasts. Come here.
Mark didnt hesitate. He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around to bend over the kitchen table. Her ass cheeks spread naturally as she pushed back against him. He yanked his jeans down, freed his thick, hard cock, and rubbed the head up and down her already wet slit.
Fuck, youre soaked, he growled.
For you, she moaned. Always for my son.
He slammed into her in one thrust, burying every inch deep in her tight cunt. Linda cried out, gripping the edge of the table while he started pounding her hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. Her tits swung beneath her with every brutal stroke.
He reached around, pinched her nipples, and fucked her deeper.
Tell me how bad you want it, he demanded.
I want my sons cum, she gasped. Fill your mothers pussy. Breed me like you own me.
Mark pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back inside. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drilled her, watching her face twist in pleasure. Her juices coated his shaft and dripped down onto the wood. He leaned in, sucked one nipple hard, then the other, biting just enough to make her whimper.
Harder, she begged. Fuck your erotic mom like the slut she is.
He gave it to her, pounding relentlessly until her walls clenched and she came screaming, pussy pulsing around his cock. Mark didnt stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, then pulled out and stroked himself over her stomach and tits, shooting thick ropes of cum across her skin. She rubbed it in with her fingers, then licked them clean while staring him in the eyes.
They didnt talk much after. He carried her to the bedroom, laid her down, and spent the next hour eating her out, making her come on his tongue twice before sliding back inside her from behind. This time he took it slower, grinding deep, whispering filthy things about how her cunt was made for him and how he was going to keep using it every night.
By the time they collapsed, sweaty and spent, the sheets were soaked and her body was marked with his hands and mouth. Linda curled against him, one hand lazily stroking his softening cock.
Again in the morning? she whispered.
Count on it, he answered, already getting hard again at the thought.
The house was quiet except for their breathing, but both of them knew this was only the start of how they were going to spend every spare moment from now on.
