She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin robe that barely covered her heavy tits and thick ass. Her son, 22 and built like a linebacker, was sitting at the table in just boxers, his morning wood pushing hard against the fabric.
"Mom, what the fuck are you doing?" he said, but his eyes stayed glued to the way her nipples poked through the silk.
She didn't answer with words. She dropped the robe, let it fall to the floor, and stepped right up to him. "I've seen you staring at my body for years. Today you're going to do something about it." She grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs. Her pussy was already soaked, lips puffy and dripping.
He groaned and shoved two fingers straight inside her. "Jesus, Mom, you're fucking drenched."
"Shut up and finger your mother's cunt," she growled, grinding down on his hand. He pumped her hard, thumb rubbing her clit while she reached into his boxers and pulled out his thick cock. It was long, veiny, and already leaking precum. She stroked it rough and fast, squeezing the head on every upstroke.
She climbed onto his lap without another word, lined his cock up with her wet hole, and sank down in one motion. Her pussy stretched around him, taking every inch until her ass sat on his thighs. "Fuck, yes," she hissed. "Your cock feels so good inside me."
He grabbed her hips and started thrusting up, slamming into her. The kitchen chair creaked under them. Her big tits bounced in his face and he sucked one nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp. "Harder, you little bastard," she ordered. "Fuck your mother like you mean it."
He stood up, still buried inside her, and bent her over the table. Plates crashed to the floor. He pounded her from behind, slapping her ass with every thrust, watching his cock disappear into her dripping cunt. She reached back and spread her cheeks wider for him. "Deeper. Wreck that pussy."
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in.
Her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard enough to make the table slide across the floor. She came first, screaming, her pussy clamping down and squirting around his cock. He kept going, driving through her orgasm until he pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum across her stomach and tits.
They didn't stop there. She sucked him hard again in the hallway, then rode him on the couch, then let him bend her over the bathroom sink and fuck her ass while she watched in the mirror. By the time they collapsed in her bed, both of them were covered in sweat, cum, and her juices. She kissed him deep, tasting herself on his tongue.
"Next time," she whispered, "you're cumming inside me."
He smiled against her mouth. "Count on it, Mom."
