I slammed the front door behind me, sweat still dripping from the gym, when I heard her voice from the kitchen. "Darius, that you, baby?" Mom called out, her tone already thick with that late-night need. At 45 she still had the body of a woman half her agethick hips, heavy tits that swayed under her thin robe, dark skin glowing under the kitchen lights. I was 22, built from football and lifting, and we both knew why I came home instead of staying out.
She turned around, robe hanging open just enough to show the curve of her bare pussy lips. No panties. "Your daddy's asleep upstairs. You been thinking about this all day like I have?"
I didn't answer with words. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her to face the counter. My dick was already rock hard in my shorts. I yanked them down, let it slap against her ass, thick and black and leaking. "Bend over, Ma. Show me that wet hole."
She moaned low and dirty, pushing her ass back. "Fuck, son, you know exactly what your mama needs." I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, feeling how soaked she already was. Then I shoved in deep in one stroke. She gasped loud, gripping the counter edge while I started pounding her from behind, skin slapping loud in the quiet house.
"Goddamn, your pussy's gripping me so tight," I growled, one hand fisting her hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave a mark. She pushed back on every thrust, taking every inch like she was starving for it. "Been waiting for this dick all week. Your own son's cock stretching you open."
"Yes, fuck me harder," she hissed, voice raw. "Don't stop. Fill your mama up."
I reached around and rubbed her clit fast while I fucked her deep and fast. Her juices ran down my balls. She came quick, biting her arm to stay quiet, her cunt pulsing around me. I didn't slow down. I kept slamming into her, chasing my own nut, until I buried myself to the root and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her.
We didn't stop there. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her robe hit the floor. I dropped to my knees and ate her out, tongue lapping my own cum mixed with her cream, sucking her swollen clit until she came again, thighs shaking around my head.
Later we moved to the living room couch, her riding me slow at first then hard, those big tits bouncing in my face while I sucked her dark nipples. "Tell me I'm a nasty bitch for fucking my son," she demanded, grinding down.
"You're a nasty bitch, Ma. Nasty for taking this dick every chance you get."
She came again, soaking my lap, then slid off and sucked me clean, moaning around my cock like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. We kept going until the sun started coming up, her bent over the arm of the couch, me fucking her ass while she fingered her pussy and begged for more.
By the time we heard Dad's footsteps upstairs, we were cleaned up and acting normal. But we both knew it wouldn't be the last time.
Not even close.
