The house was dead quiet with everyone else gone for the weekend. She stood in the kitchen in nothing but a thin robe that barely covered her ass, nipples poking hard through the fabric. Her son walked in from the living room, eyes locking on her body right away.
"Fuck, Mom, you can't walk around like that when we're alone," he said, voice already rough.
She turned and let the robe slip open. "Why not? You're the only one here. Come touch me."
He crossed the room fast, hands grabbing her big tits, squeezing them hard. She moaned and reached down to yank his shorts open. His cock sprang out thick and ready. She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking right there against the counter.
"Stroke that cock for Mommy," she growled. "Been thinking about this all week."
He pushed her robe off her shoulders and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table. Her ass was up, pussy already wet and glistening. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between her cheeks, tongue dragging up her slit and circling her clit. She pushed back against his mouth.
"Eat that pussy, baby. Make it sloppy for your dick."
He licked harder, sucking her lips and shoving two fingers inside her. She came quick, thighs shaking, juices running down his chin. He stood up, lined his cock up, and slammed into her in one thrust.
"Fuck yes," she gasped. "Fill Mommy's cunt."
He fucked her hard on the table, hips slapping loud against her ass. Every stroke went deep, balls hitting her clit. She reached back and spread herself wider for him. He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and pounded faster.
"Don't stop, fuck me like you own it," she begged.
He pulled out, spun her, and lifted her onto the table edge. She wrapped her legs around him and he drove back in, watching his cock stretch her pussy open. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit while he fucked her.
"Look at that wet cunt taking my cock," he said. "You love this shit, don't you?"
"God yes, give it to me. Cum inside me."
He kept going until his balls tightened. He buried himself deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her. She came again around him, milking every drop.
They didn't stop there. He carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her out again, licking his own cum from her pussy while she sucked his cock clean. She deep-throated him until he was hard again, then climbed on top and rode him reverse, ass bouncing, telling him how good his dick felt in her.
They moved to the bedroom after that. She got on all fours on the bed and he took her from behind again, slower this time but just as deep, reaching around to finger her clit until she screamed into the pillow. Later she rode him facing him, tits in his mouth, whispering filthy promises about what they'd do every time they were home alone.
By the end of the night they were sweaty and spent, her pussy leaking his cum onto the sheets. She pulled him close and kissed him hard.
"This stays between us," she said. "But the second we're alone again, you're fucking me wherever I want."
He grinned and slid two fingers back inside her. "Deal."
