I walked into the kitchen that night after my shower, towel around my waist, and she was standing at the sink in that thin silk robe she always wore after work. The light hit her just right, outlining every curve of her body underneath. Mom turned, eyes locking on mine, and I knew right then something had shifted between us.
"You've been staring at me all week," she said, voice low and direct. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
My cock twitched under the towel. "I can't help it. You're fucking hot, Mom."
She didn't flinch. Instead she stepped closer, untied the robe, and let it fall open. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples already hard. "Then do something about it. I'm tired of pretending too."
I dropped the towel. My dick stood straight out, thick and throbbing. She looked down at it and licked her lips. "Jesus, you've grown up."
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking slow and firm. "First time for this, right? No turning back once we start."
I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, my cock pressing into her soft belly. "I want to fuck you, Mom. Right now."
She turned around, bent over the counter, and spread her legs. "Then fuck me. Shove that cock in your mother's cunt."
I stepped up behind her, rubbed the head of my dick along her wet slit, and pushed in deep with one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me all the way. She moaned loud and pushed back, taking every inch.
"Fuck yes," she growled. "Harder. Pound your mom's pussy like you mean it."
I slammed into her again and again, skin slapping, her ass rippling with every thrust. I reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard while I fucked her. She kept talking dirty the whole time.
"That's it, baby. Fill me up. I've wanted this cock for months. Cum in me. Give your mother that load."
I lasted maybe five minutes before I exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She came right after, cunt squeezing and milking me while she cried out.
We didn't stop there. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean, licking every drop off my dick. Then she led me to the couch, straddled me, and rode me slow and deep until I was hard again. This time she faced me, tits bouncing in my face while she ground her clit against me.
"Look at me while you fuck me," she said. "I want to see your face when you cum in your own mother again."
We went at it for hours that first night. Different positions, different rooms. She let me take her from behind on the living room floor, on her back on the kitchen table with her legs over my shoulders, and finally in her bed where she rode me until we both passed out sticky and satisfied.
By morning we were already planning the next time. No guilt, no hesitation. Just raw need finally let loose.
