I walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but that thin silk robe, the one that barely covers my ass. My son Jake was home from college for the weekend, sitting at the table scrolling on his phone. He looked up and his eyes went straight to my tits. The robe was open just enough to show the deep cleavage and the hard nipples poking through the fabric.
"Fuck, Mom," he said, voice low. "You trying to kill me?"
I leaned against the counter and let the robe slip a little more. "Maybe. You've been staring at me since you got back yesterday. Thought I'd give you a better look."
Jake stood up, his cock already pushing hard against his sweatpants. He was twenty-one, built from the gym, and that bulge looked thick. I felt my pussy get wet instantly. This was wrong, but we'd been dancing around it for months with texts and late-night calls that got dirtier every time.
He crossed the room fast and grabbed my hips. "You want this? You want your son's cock?"
I nodded, reaching down to squeeze him through the fabric. "Yeah. I want you to fuck me like you've been telling me you would."
He yanked the robe open and let it fall to the floor. My tits spilled out and he dove in, sucking one nipple hard while his hand slid between my legs. Two fingers pushed straight into my soaked pussy.
"Jesus, you're dripping," he growled against my skin. "Been thinking about this all semester?"
I moaned and rocked on his fingers. "Every fucking night. Now shut up and fuck your mother."
Jake spun me around and bent me over the kitchen table.
I heard his pants drop and then the hot head of his cock rubbing up and down my slit. He didn't tease long. One hard thrust and he buried every inch inside me.
I cried out, gripping the edge of the table. He was bigger than I remembered from the pictures he'd sent. Thick and long, stretching me wide. He started pounding right away, no slow build, just raw fucking. The table legs scraped on the floor with every slam.
"That's it, take it," he grunted, one hand fisting my hair. "This pussy's mine now."
I pushed back to meet every thrust, my ass slapping against his hips. "Harder, Jake. Fuck me harder. I've been waiting too long."
He gave it to me, hips snapping like a machine. Wet sounds filled the kitchen every time he bottomed out. I reached down and rubbed my clit fast, already close. My son was balls-deep in me and it felt better than any fantasy.
He pulled out suddenly and flipped me onto my back on the table. My legs went over his shoulders and he drove back in. The new angle hit deep and I came hard, pussy clenching around his cock, juices running down my ass.
Jake didn't stop. He kept fucking me through it, sweat dripping off his chest onto my stomach. "Gonna fill you up, Mom. Gonna pump this load right where it belongs."
I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper. "Do it. Come in your mother's cunt."
He slammed in one last time and stayed there, cock pulsing as he unloaded. I felt every hot spurt flood my pussy, so much it leaked out around his shaft. He stayed inside me, breathing hard, then slowly pulled back and watched his cum drip from my used hole.
We didn't talk much after. I got on my knees and sucked him clean, tasting both of us on his cock. He got hard again fast. We moved to the couch and he took me from behind, then on top, then bent over the armrest. By the time the sun came up we'd fucked in every room on the first floor.
Jake left for school Sunday night but the texts started again the next day. Next time he comes home we're not stopping at one night. This mom and son sex story porn is just getting started.
