The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge when I got home from my shift. Mom was in the kitchen, still in that thin robe she wore after her shower, the one that clung to her curves and gapped just enough at the front to show the swell of her tits. I was nineteen, old enough to know better, but the way she looked at me lately had been differenthungrier.
She turned, holding a glass of water. "Long day, baby?"
"Yeah," I muttered, dropping my keys. My eyes dropped to her legs, bare and smooth, and my cock twitched in my jeans. She noticed. Of course she did.
Mom set the glass down and stepped closer. "You've been staring at me a lot lately. Like you want something."
I swallowed hard. "I do. Fuck, Mom, I want you."
She didn't slap me or laugh. Instead, she untied the robe and let it fall open. Her tits spilled out, heavy and full, nipples already hard. "Then take it. But this is the first time, so we do it my way. Slow. Dirty. No backing out."
My hands shook as I reached for her. I cupped one breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple, and she moaned low in her throat. "That's it. Squeeze them. I've seen you jerk off thinking about these."
She pushed me back against the counter and dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. Her fingers worked my belt open fast, yanking my jeans and boxers down. My cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. Mom wrapped her fingers around the base and looked up at me.
"First time you fuck your mother, and you're already this hard. Good boy." She licked the head, slow and wet, then took me into her mouth. Hot, tight, sucking hard while her hand stroked what she couldn't fit. I groaned, hips jerking forward. She pulled off with a wet pop. "Don't come yet. I want that load in my pussy."
She stood, shrugged the robe off completely, and bent over the kitchen table. Her ass was round and perfect, pussy already glistening between her thighs. "Come here and eat it first. Taste how wet Mommy is for her son."
I dropped behind her, spreading her cheeks, and dragged my tongue up her slit. She tasted sweet and musky. I licked deeper, tongue fucking her hole while my fingers found her clit. Mom pushed back against my face. "Fuck yes. Get it sloppy. You're going to slide right in."
When I stood, she reached back and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her entrance. "Push. All the way. First time, so make it count."
I thrust forward. Her cunt was tight, gripping me inch by inch until my balls rested against her. We both groaned. "Goddamn, Mom. So fucking hot inside."
"Move," she ordered. "Fuck me like you mean it."
I started pounding, the table scraping the floor with every thrust. Her tits bounced against the wood. Skin slapped loud and wet. I reached around to rub her clit while I fucked her, and she came fast, pussy clenching around my cock, juices running down my balls.
"Don't stop," she panted. "Fill me up. Come in your mother's cunt."
I slammed harder, chasing it. The first spurt hit deep, then another, pulse after pulse until I was empty and shaking. Mom stayed bent over, my cum leaking out around my softening dick.
She looked back over her shoulder, smiling filthy.
"Next time we do it in my bed. And you're going to eat it out of me after."
I was already getting hard again inside her.
