The house was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the floorboards. At twenty-five, Jake still lived at home while he finished his degree, and his mom, Linda, never seemed to mind. She was forty-seven, still fit from her morning runs, with full tits that strained against her tank tops and an ass that filled out her jeans like it was made for grabbing.
Jake had been jerking off to thoughts of her for years. Tonight, after a few drinks, he walked into the kitchen and found her bent over the counter, scrolling on her phone in nothing but a thin nightshirt that barely covered her ass.
Couldnt sleep? she asked without turning around.
Something like that. His voice came out rough. He stepped up behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat off his body. His hands landed on her hips. She didnt pull away.
Jake It was half warning, half question.
He slid one hand under her shirt, palm flat against her warm stomach, then higher until he cupped a heavy breast. Her nipple was already hard. You know how long Ive wanted this? he muttered against her neck. Wanted to bend you over and fuck you like this?
Lindas breath hitched. She pushed her ass back against the thick bulge in his sweats. Then do it.
Stop talking and fuck your mom.
That was all it took. Jake yanked the nightshirt up and over her head, leaving her naked. He shoved his sweats down, freed his cock, and rubbed the fat head up and down her slit. She was already wet, slick coating his dick as he dragged it through her folds.
Jesus, youre dripping, he growled. He lined up and pushed in hard, burying every inch in one thrust. Linda moaned loud, gripping the counter. Her pussy clenched around him, tight and hot.
Jake didnt go slow. He fucked her raw and deep, hips slapping against her ass, balls swinging. Each thrust made her tits bounce. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast circles while he pounded her.
Harder, she gasped. Fuck your mom harder.
He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and slammed into her faster. The wet sounds of his cock driving into her soaked cunt filled the kitchen. She came first, legs shaking, pussy pulsing around him, juices running down her thighs. Jake kept going, chasing his own orgasm, then buried himself to the root and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Linda turned, sank to her knees, and took his half-hard cock in her mouth, sucking their mixed cum off him. Round two in my bed, she said when she pulled off. This time I want you on top of me, looking me in the eyes while you fill me up again.
Jake smiled, already getting hard again. The night was just starting.
