I walked into the kitchen that night expecting leftovers and a quiet beer. Mom was at the sink in a thin white tank top and nothing else, her ass cheeks half-exposed under the hem. She turned when she heard me, nipples already hard through the cotton.
"Long day?" she asked, voice low.
I nodded, eyes locked on those tits. She didn't look away. Instead she stepped closer, pressed her body against mine and grabbed my cock through my jeans.
"Fuck, you're hard already," she muttered. "Been thinking about this too?"
No bullshit, no slow buildup. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor, yanked my zipper down and pulled my cock out. Her mouth was hot and wet, tongue swirling the head before she took me deep. I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat while she gagged and moaned around it.
She stood up, turned around, bent over the counter and spread her legs. "Put it in me. Now."
I slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust. She was dripping, tight, and she pushed back hard with every stroke. Skin slapped loud in the quiet house. She kept talking dirty the whole time.
"That's it, fuck your mom. Deeper. Harder. Fill that cunt."
I reached around, rubbed her clit while I pounded her. She came first, pussy clamping down, juices running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I kept railing her until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, thick ropes of cum pumping into that hot hole.
We didn't talk after. She just stood up, kissed me rough on the mouth, and whispered, "Bedroom. Round two."
We fucked three more times that night. Once with her riding me, tits bouncing in my face while she ground her clit against me. Once doggy-style on the bed, me pulling her hair and slapping her ass red. Last time slow and nasty, her legs over my shoulders while I watched my cock stretch her open and pump another load into her.
She fell asleep with my cum leaking out of her. I lay there hard again, already planning the next time she'd let me use her like that.
Real mom and son sex doesn't need romance.
It just needs her wanting it as bad as I do.
