I walked into the kitchen that night knowing exactly what I wanted.
Mom was at the sink, her tight yoga pants stretched over that round ass, and when she turned around her nipples were already poking through her thin tank top. She was forty-eight but still had the body that made my dick twitch every time I looked at her. I was twenty-five and had been jerking off to thoughts of her for years. Tonight I wasnt hiding it.
Fuck, Mom, I said, stepping right up behind her. You know what youre doing to me in those pants.
She froze for a second, then pushed her ass back against my crotch. My cock was already rock hard and she felt every inch of it. We cant, she whispered, but her voice was thick and she didnt move away.
I reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. We can. And were going to. I spun her around, yanked the tank top down, and sucked one thick nipple into my mouth. She moaned loud and grabbed my hair, pulling me tighter. Her hand dropped straight to my jeans, rubbing my cock through the denim.
Jesus, youre so big, she breathed. Bigger than your father ever was.
I shoved my hand down her pants and found her pussy already soaking wet. Two fingers slid right inside her. She was tight and hot and dripping down my knuckles. Youve been thinking about this too, havent you? Your own son finger-fucking your cunt.
She nodded fast, hips rocking on my hand. Yes. God, yes. Ive wanted your cock for so long.
I pulled my fingers out, shoved them in her mouth so she could taste herself, then bent her over the kitchen table. I ripped her pants down to her knees and freed my dick. One hard thrust and I was balls-deep in my mothers pussy. She screamed my name and pushed back, taking every inch.
I fucked her rough and fast, the table legs scraping the floor with every slam. Her ass jiggled every time my hips smacked it. I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded her. Tell me how much you love your sons cock, I growled.
I love it, she cried. I love my sons thick cock stretching my pussy. Fuck me harder, baby. Fill me up.
I did. I grabbed her hips and drove into her like I was trying to break her. She came first, pussy clamping down and squirting around my shaft. The wet sounds were filthy. I kept going until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, pumping rope after rope of cum into my own mother.
We didnt stop there. I carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her pussy until she came again on my tongue, my cum leaking out of her and mixing with her juices. Then she climbed on top, sank down on my cock, and rode me slow and nasty, telling me every dirty thought shed ever had about me. I sucked her tits while she bounced, and when she leaned down to kiss me it was open-mouthed and hungry.
Later she got on her knees and sucked me clean, then begged me to fuck her ass. I took my time stretching her, working lube and fingers in before sliding my cock into her tight hole. She fingered her own pussy while I sodomized her, coming so hard she shook.
By the time we finally collapsed, sweaty and spent, she was curled against me, my cum still leaking from both holes. She looked up with a filthy little smile. Were doing this every night from now on, she said. Your mom needs that cock.
I was already getting hard again.
