I came home late from work and found her in the kitchen wearing nothing but that thin silk robe that barely covered her ass. She turned around when she heard the door, and the way her tits pushed against the fabric made my cock twitch instantly. "You're back early," she said, voice low and already knowing exactly what I wanted.
I didn't answer with words. I walked straight over, grabbed her hips, and spun her around so her ass pressed against my crotch. She let out a little moan when she felt how hard I already was. "Fuck, Mom," I growled into her ear. "You've been teasing me all week with those short shorts and no bra. I'm done waiting."
She didn't push me away. Instead she reached back and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Then take it, baby. Mommy's pussy has been dripping thinking about her son's dick all day."
I yanked the robe open and spun her to face me. Her nipples were stiff, begging to be sucked. I leaned down and bit one, sucking hard while my hand slid between her legs. She was soaked, her cunt lips puffy and hot. Two fingers slid right inside her without any resistance. She gasped and spread her legs wider, riding my hand like she was starving for it.
"More," she begged.
"Finger-fuck your mother harder."
I added a third finger and pumped her deep, thumb circling her clit until her juices ran down my wrist. She came fast, clenching around my fingers, thighs shaking. But that wasn't enough. I pulled my hand free, shoved my jeans down, and freed my thick cock. It slapped against her stomach, already leaking.
She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor and took me into her mouth like she'd been waiting years. Her lips stretched around the head, tongue swirling, sucking me deep until I hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down my balls while she gagged and moaned around my shaft. "That's it, Mom. Suck your son's cock like the filthy slut you are."
She looked up at me with watery eyes and kept bobbing, one hand squeezing my balls, the other rubbing her own clit. I fucked her face for a minute, holding her hair, then pulled her up and bent her over the counter. Her ass was perfect, round and soft. I spread her cheeks and rubbed my cockhead against her wet slit.
"Beg for it," I said.
"Please," she panted. "Shove that big dick in Mommy's cunt. Fuck me raw. Fill me up."
I slammed in to the hilt in one thrust. She cried out, pussy gripping me like a vice. I didn't go slow. I pounded her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen. Every stroke made her tits bounce and her ass ripple. She reached back and spread herself wider for me, moaning nonstop.
"Harder, baby. Wreck Mommy's hole."
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, driving deeper. Her cunt was squelching, cream coating my cock every time I pulled out. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough until she came again, screaming, her walls pulsing and milking me.
I wasn't done. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs went over my shoulders and I drove back in, fucking her at a brutal angle that made her eyes roll back. Sweat ran down her tits. I leaned in and sucked a nipple while I hammered her.
"Look at you," I grunted. "Mom getting railed by her own son. You love this dirty shit."
"Yes," she sobbed. "I love my son's cock. Don't stop. Come inside me."
Her words pushed me over. I buried myself balls-deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. She came one more time with me, clenching and milking every drop.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her flooded pussy. She kissed me deep, tongue sliding against mine, tasting like sex and sin.
"Round two in the bedroom," she whispered against my lips. "And this time I want you to fuck my ass."
I grinned, already getting hard again. "Whatever Mommy wants."
