He came home late, the door slamming hard enough to rattle the pictures on the wall. She was in the kitchen, still in that thin nightgown she always wore, the one that barely covered her ass. Twenty-two years old and still living under her roof, he had watched her for months, the way her tits moved when she bent over, the way her hips swayed when she walked. Tonight he was done watching.
Mom, he said, voice low and rough. Get over here.
She turned, surprised, a dish towel in her hand. Whats wrong, honey?
He crossed the room in three strides and grabbed her arm, spinning her around so her back hit the counter. You know whats wrong. Youve been teasing me with this body for years. His free hand slid up her thigh, pushing the nightgown higher. She gasped and tried to push him away, but he was bigger, stronger, and he pressed his body against hers so she could feel his cock already hard against her stomach.
Stop, she said, voice shaking. This isnt right. Im your mother.
Yeah, you are. He yanked the nightgown up and over her head, leaving her naked. Her big tits bounced free, nipples already tight. He grabbed one and squeezed, hard enough to make her whimper. And tonight youre going to take my cock like a good mom should.
She struggled, hands pushing at his chest, but he caught both wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. His other hand went between her legs, fingers sliding through her folds. She was wet. Not dripping yet, but wet enough to prove her body was already betraying her.
Look at that, he growled, rubbing her clit in rough circles. Your pussy knows what it wants even if youre saying no.
Stop, please, she begged, but her hips twitched forward against his hand. He laughed, low and dirty, then dropped to his knees. He spread her legs with his shoulders and buried his face between them, tongue lashing her clit while two fingers shoved inside her. She cried out, half protest, half moan, thighs trembling around his head.
He ate her like he was starving, sucking her swollen clit, fucking her with his fingers until her juices ran down his chin. When she started to shake and her walls fluttered, he pulled back.
Not yet, he said, standing up. He unbuckled his belt, shoved his jeans down, and freed his thick cock. It slapped against her stomach, hot and heavy. Turn around.
She shook her head, eyes wide, but he spun her anyway, bending her over the counter. He kicked her feet apart and lined up, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.
Youre going to take every inch, he told her, voice dark with lust. Then he thrust.
She was tight, so fucking tight, and she cried out as he buried himself balls-deep in one hard stroke. He didnt give her time to adjust. He fucked her like he owned her, hips snapping, the wet sound of his cock pounding her pussy filling the kitchen. Her tits dragged against the cool countertop with every thrust.
Fuck, Mom, your cunt feels so good, he grunted, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Squeezing me like you never want me to stop.
She kept saying no, kept saying they couldnt, but her body pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. He reached around and rubbed her clit again, fast and rough, until she came with a broken moan, her pussy clamping down on his cock so hard he almost lost it.
He didnt stop. He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he slammed back inside. Now he could watch her face, watch her tits bounce while he fucked her.
Look at me, he ordered. She did, eyes glassy with unwanted pleasure. Tell me you want it.
I I cant, she whispered.
He thrust harder, angling to hit that spot inside her that made her gasp. Say it or I stop.
Her voice cracked. I want it. God help me, I want your cock.
That was all he needed. He fucked her faster, deeper, the counter creaking under them. When he felt his balls tighten he pulled out, stroked his cock twice, and came all over her tits and stomach, thick ropes of cum painting her skin.
He didnt move right away. He rubbed his softening cock through the mess, smearing it over her nipples while she panted, legs still spread.
Clean up, he said finally, stepping back. Then come to my room.
Were not done.
She slid off the counter on shaky legs, cum dripping down her belly. She looked at him, cheeks flushed, and nodded once.
He smiled, already getting hard again. It was going to be a long night.
