She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin tank top and panties, her heavy tits swaying as she moved. Jake, her eighteen-year-old son, was already hard just from the sight of her. He sat at the table with his cock out, stroking it slow and steady while he stared at her ass.
Fuck, Mom, he said, voice low and rough. Look at you. You knew Id be waiting.
She turned, smiled dirty, and pulled the tank top off. Her nipples were stiff. You want these stories, baby? Then earn them. Come fuck your mother like you mean it.
Jake stood up fast, cock thick and leaking. He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, bending her over the counter. He yanked her panties down and shoved two fingers straight into her wet pussy. She was soaked already.
Always ready for your sons dick, he growled, pumping his fingers hard. Tell me one of those stories while I finger-fuck you.
She moaned, pushing back on his hand. Last week I came into your room while you slept. I pulled the covers off and sucked your cock until you woke up. You grabbed my hair and fucked my throat like a good boy. Then you flipped me over and pounded my cunt until I screamed.
Jake pulled his fingers out and slammed his cock into her in one thrust. She cried out, gripping the counter. He fucked her raw, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging. Every stroke was deep and nasty.
Keep talking, he ordered, reaching around to pinch her clit.
She gasped. After you came inside me that night I made you watch me finger your load out and lick it off my fingers. You got hard again and fucked my ass right there on your bed. I told you how much I love my sons cum in every hole.
Jake groaned and fucked her harder, the counter shaking. He reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them while he pounded her pussy. She came first, legs shaking, pussy clenching tight around his cock. He didnt stop. He kept driving into her until he buried himself deep and unloaded, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then she turned around, dropped to her knees, and cleaned his cock with her mouth, sucking their mixed juices off him.
Bedroom, she said when she stood up. I want more stories tonight.
Upstairs she pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. She sank down on his cock again, riding him slow at first so he could watch her tits bounce. Her pussy was sloppy with his cum, making wet sounds every time she dropped down.
Another story, she demanded, grinding her clit against him.
Tell me what you want to do to me.
Jake grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks. I want to fuck you in the shower tomorrow morning. Bend you over and shove my cock up your ass while the water runs down your back. Then Ill pull out and make you swallow the rest.
She moaned louder and rode him faster. Yes. And after that you can eat my pussy while I tell you how I used to watch you jerk off through the door when you were younger. Id stand there fingering myself, waiting for the day I could have you for real.
He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and thrust up into her from below. They fucked like that, bodies slick with sweat, until she came again, nails digging into his shoulders. He followed right after, pumping another load deep inside her.
Later, lying tangled together, she stroked his cock back to hardness with her hand.
More, she whispered. I want you to fuck me until neither of us can walk. Then well make up new stories to tell each other.
Jake rolled her onto her stomach, spread her legs, and slid back into her cum-filled pussy. He fucked her slow and deep this time, whispering filthy promises about all the ways he was going to use his mothers body from now on. She pushed back against every thrust, moaning his name, already planning the next round.
By morning they had filled every hole and covered the sheets. The stories kept coming, each one dirtier than the last, and neither of them planned on stopping.
