The door clicked shut behind him and she was already on her knees in the hallway, yanking his belt open like shed been waiting all damn day. Get that cock out for me, baby, she said, voice low and rough. Mom needs it.
He was twenty-five, built, and already hard by the time his jeans hit the floor. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and stroked once, slow and tight, then opened her mouth and swallowed him straight to the back of her throat. No teasing. No warm-up. Just wet, sloppy suction and the sound of her gagging as she forced it deeper.
Fuck, Mom, he groaned, hands in her hair. Youre such a filthy slut for your own son.
She pulled off with a wet pop, spit dripping from her chin onto her tits. Only for you. Now get in the bedroom and fuck me like you mean it.
They didnt make it to the bed. She bent over the dresser, yanked her skirt up, and spread her ass for him. Her pussy was already soaked, lips puffy and glistening. He lined up and drove in with one hard thrust, burying every inch.
Yes, she hissed. Stretch that cunt. Pound your mothers hole.
He grabbed her hips and started slamming into her, the dresser rattling against the wall with every thrust. Her tits swung free, nipples brushing the wood. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in fast circles, moaning loud and shameless.
Harder.
I want to feel it tomorrow when Im walking around the house. I want to remember my sons cock wrecking me.
He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the dresser. Her legs locked around his waist as he shoved back inside. They fucked like animalsskin slapping, grunts and curses filling the room. She clawed his back and bit his shoulder when she came the first time, pussy clamping down so tight he almost lost it.
Dont you fucking stop, she panted. Moms not done.
He carried her to the bed, dropped her on all fours, and mounted her again. This time he went slower, deep and grinding, letting her feel every inch drag along her walls. She pushed back onto him, greedy.
Talk to me, she demanded. Tell me how wrong this is.
Fucking my own mother, he said, voice tight. Filling the same pussy I came out of. You love it, dont you? You love your sons cum.
Love it, she moaned. Give it to me. Breed me. I dont care if its sick.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her knees over his shoulders, and fucked straight down into her. Her eyes rolled back. She came again, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets. He kept pounding through it until his balls tightened and he buried himself to the root, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. She reached down, scooped some of the mess leaking out, and licked her fingers clean while staring him in the eye.
Again, she said. And this time I want it in my ass.
He was already getting hard again.
They spent the next two hours switching holes, positions, and filthy talk. She rode him reverse cowgirl so he could watch his cock disappear into her stretched asshole. He ate her pussy after hed filled it, tongue lapping up his own load while she ground on his face. She sucked him clean after every round, swallowing whatever she could get.
By the time they finally collapsed, the room smelled like sex and sweat. She curled against his chest, one hand lazily stroking his softening cock.
Next time, she whispered, were recording it. I want an audio of you calling me Mommy while youre balls-deep in my cunt.
He laughed, low and rough. Anything you want, Mom.
She smiled against his skin. Good boy.
