I still remember the exact moment it stopped being just thoughts. Mom had come home from her shift at the hospital, still in her scrubs, the fabric tight across her tits and ass from the long day. She was 42, thick in all the right places, with that tired but hungry look she got when Dad was out of town again. I was 22, home from college for the summer, and wed been dancing around it for weekslong stares, accidental brushes, her asking if I needed help with laundry while I was half-naked.
That night the house was quiet. She poured two glasses of wine even though I wasnt much of a drinker.
We sat on the couch and she kicked her feet up, legs brushing mine. Youve been staring at me a lot lately, she said, voice low and direct. No teasing. Straight to it.
Yeah, I answered. Your bodys been driving me crazy.
She didnt flinch. She set her glass down, stood up, and peeled the scrub top off right there. No bra. Heavy, full tits with dark nipples already stiff. Then stop staring and do something about it.
I was on her in seconds. Hands on those tits, mouth sucking one nipple hard while she moaned and shoved her hand down my shorts. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked it rough, thumb smearing the precum. Fuck, youre hard for your own mother, she growled. Been wanting this dirty cock inside me?
I yanked her scrub pants down. She wasnt wearing panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already glistening. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs, tongue dragging up her slit, tasting how wet she was for me. She grabbed my hair and rode my face, grinding her clit on my tongue while she talked filthy. Thats it, baby. Eat Mommys cunt. Youre such a nasty son.
She came fast, thighs shaking, juices dripping down my chin. Then she pulled me up, spun around, and bent over the couch. Fuck me. Right now. No condom. I want to feel every inch of my sons cock stretching me.
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot and soaked. I gripped her hips and pounded her, the wet slap of skin loud in the living room. Mom pushed back, meeting every stroke. Harder. Fuck your mother like you mean it. Fill that pussy up.
I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep. She came again, cunt pulsing around my cock, screaming my name. I didnt last much longer. I buried myself to the balls and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her. She stayed bent over, letting it drip out down her thighs while she caught her breath.
We didnt stop there. She led me to her bedroom, the one she shared with Dad, and rode me on the bed. Tits bouncing, ass slapping against my thighs as she worked my cock. You like Mommys pussy? Gonna breed me every night youre home? I grabbed her ass and thrust up into her, answering with another load deep inside.
By morning wed fucked in the shower, against the kitchen counter, and once more on the living room floor. Cum leaking out of her every time she stood up. No guilt, no pretending. Just raw need.
Now whenever Dads gone she texts me one word: Come. And I do. We dont talk about it much. We just fuck like animals until were both satisfied. Real mom and son having sex stories arent fantasies anymoretheyre our new normal, dirty and direct and exactly what we both crave.
