The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the living room. I was twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and my mom Linda was forty-five, still smoking hot with those big tits and thick ass that had always made my cock twitch when I caught her bending over. Dad was gone on another business trip. It was just us.
Linda walked in wearing a thin tank top and tiny shorts, her nipples poking through the fabric. "You watching that again?" she asked, nodding at the porn on the screen. It was some taboo shit, family roleplay, and she smirked instead of looking away.
"Yeah," I said, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. "Gets me going."
She sat next to me on the couch, closer than usual. "Your father never watches this stuff with me. Too boring for him." Her hand brushed my thigh. "But you… you're different."
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed her hand and put it on my bulge. "Feel how hard you make me, Mom."
Her eyes lit up with that dirty spark. She squeezed my cock through the denim. "Fuck, you're bigger than your dad. Been wanting this for years, haven't you?"
I yanked my jeans down and my cock sprang free, thick and veiny. Linda licked her lips and wrapped her fingers around it. "Such a good boy with a nasty cock." She stroked me slow at first, then faster, thumb rubbing the head.
"Take those shorts off," I growled. She stood, peeled them down, and showed me her shaved pussy already glistening. I pulled her tank top over her head, her heavy tits bouncing free. I sucked one nipple hard while I shoved two fingers into her wet cunt.
"Oh shit, baby," she moaned, grinding on my hand. "Fingerfuck your mom."
I worked her pussy rough, curling my fingers until she was dripping down my wrist. She dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock in one go, gagging as it hit the back of her throat. Her spit ran down my balls while she bobbed like a porn star, slurping loud and nasty.
"Deepthroat it, Mom," I said, holding her head. She took me all the way, nose pressed to my stomach, then pulled off with strings of saliva. "Fuck my face," she begged.
I stood and thrust into her mouth, fucking it hard while she choked and moaned around my shaft. Her eyes watered but she kept sucking like she needed it.
I pulled her up and bent her over the couch. "Spread that ass." She did, reaching back to pull her cheeks apart. I slammed my cock into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She screamed in pleasure. "Yes! Fuck your mother's cunt!"
I pounded her deep and fast, the wet slaps filling the room. Her tits swung with every stroke. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I drilled her. "You like your son's dick, don't you?"
"Love it," she gasped. "Harder. Wreck me."
I flipped her onto her back on the floor, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and jackhammered into her. Her pussy clenched tight. She came hard, squirting around my cock, soaking the carpet. I didn't stop.
I kept fucking through her orgasm until she was shaking.
"Fill me up," she begged. "Cum in your mom's pussy."
I buried myself balls-deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. She milked every drop with her walls, moaning filthy praise.
We weren't done. She climbed on top, sliding my still-hard cock back inside her cum-filled hole. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing, while I watched my load leak out around my shaft. "Look at that creampie," she said, reaching down to scoop some and lick her fingers.
I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her. We fucked like animals until she came again, then I pulled out and painted her tits with another load. She rubbed it in, sucking my cock clean afterward.
By morning we were still going, her riding my face while I ate her cum-stuffed pussy, then her begging for anal. I stretched her tight ass with my cock, pounding it raw until she squirted again.
We spent the whole summer turning the house into our personal fuck den, filming ourselves sometimes just like the porn that started it. Raw, nasty, no limits. Family incest porn stories came to life right there on the living room floor, and neither of us wanted it to end.
