I knew it was wrong the second I saw my mom bent over the kitchen table in that tiny tank top and shorts, her ass cheeks hanging out like she was begging for it. But fuck, I'd been jerking off to her for years and tonight the house was empty and the tension snapped.
She turned around, tits straining against the thin fabric, nipples hard as rocks. "What are you looking at, baby?" she asked, voice low and husky.
I didn't answer with words. I grabbed her hips, spun her back around, and yanked those shorts down. Her bare pussy was already wet, glistening under the lights. "Mom, I've wanted this forever," I growled, freeing my cock and rubbing the head against her slick folds.
She pushed back against me. "Then take it, son.
Fuck your mom's cunt like the dirty boy you are."
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and dripping. Her moans filled the kitchen as I pounded her, skin slapping loud and filthy. Her big tits bounced with every stroke. I reached around and pinched her clit, making her scream my name.
"Harder, fuck me harder," she begged. I did, gripping her hair and railing her deep. She came first, pussy clenching and squirting around my dick, juices running down her thighs.
I pulled out, spun her, and shoved my cock in her mouth. She sucked like a pro, gagging on it while staring up at me with those lust-filled eyes. "Swallow your son's load," I grunted, blasting thick ropes down her throat. She gulped every drop, then licked me clean.
We weren't done. I carried her to the couch, spread her legs, and ate her pussy until she came again, thighs locked around my head. Then she climbed on top, riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce while she took every inch.
By the end of the night we'd fucked in every room, her begging for my cum in her ass, her mouth, her pussy. We collapsed sweaty and satisfied, knowing this was just the start of our filthy secret.
