The house was quiet except for the TV countdown and the low thump of bass from a neighbor's party. Lisa, 42 and still built like the college cheerleader she used to be, stood in the kitchen in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass. Her son Jake, home from his first semester away at school, sat on the couch nursing a beer. He'd turned 19 in October and the change in him showedbroader shoulders, thicker arms, and eyes that kept drifting to her tits every time she bent over.
"Ten minutes to midnight," she said, pouring two shots of whiskey. "You staying up with me or heading out?"
Jake looked at her legs, the way the dress rode up when she moved. "Staying. No point going anywhere now."
She handed him the shot and sat close, thigh pressed against his. The alcohol hit fast. Lisa had been thinking about this for weeks, the way he stared when she walked around the house in nothing but a towel. She shifted, letting the dress slide higher so he could see she wasn't wearing panties.
"Fuck, Mom," he muttered, staring.
"Don't just look," she said, grabbing his hand and putting it on her bare thigh. "Touch it."
Jake's fingers slid up, found her smooth pussy already wet. He pushed two fingers inside without asking. Lisa moaned low and spread her legs wider on the couch.
"Harder," she told him. "I want to feel it."
He finger-fucked her while the countdown started on the TV. Nine. Eight. She reached over and unzipped him, pulling out his thick cock. It was bigger than she expected. She stroked it fast, thumb rubbing the head.
"Seven. Six."
Lisa leaned down and took him in her mouth, sucking hard. Jake groaned and kept pumping his fingers into her cunt, thumb on her clit. She bobbed on his dick, taking it deep, saliva running down his shaft.
"Three. Two. One."
"Happy fucking New Year," she said, pulling off his cock and straddling him right there. She sank down onto it in one motion, pussy stretching around him. Jake grabbed her hips and thrust up hard.
They fucked like that for a while, Lisa riding him rough, dress bunched at her waist, tits bouncing in his face. He sucked on her nipples through the fabric until she yanked the top down. Skin to skin now, she ground her clit against him every time she bottomed out.
"Turn around," he said after a minute. She stood, bent over the arm of the couch, and he slammed back inside from behind. The angle hit deep. He slapped her ass and kept pounding, balls slapping against her.
"Talk to me," Lisa demanded. "Tell me how my pussy feels."
"Tight and hot," Jake grunted. "Best fucking pussy I've ever had."
He pulled out, spun her, and lifted her onto the kitchen counter. Legs over his shoulders, he drove in again, watching his cock disappear into her. Lisa came first, clenching around him, juices dripping down his balls. He didn't stop. He kept fucking through her orgasm until he pulled out and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits.
They caught their breath for a minute. Then Lisa slid off the counter, dropped to her knees, and licked him clean. "We're not done," she said, standing and leading him to her bedroom.
In bed she rode him again, slower this time but still dirty, telling him exactly how she wanted itdeeper, faster, don't stop until she said. Jake flipped her onto her back and fucked her missionary style, pinning her wrists, pounding until she came a second time. He followed right after, filling her up this round.
They lay there sweaty and breathing hard as fireworks went off outside.
Lisa reached down and felt his cum leaking out of her.
"Same time next year?" she asked.
Jake was already getting hard again against her thigh. "Why wait?" he said, rolling on top of her once more.
