I slammed the door to my room and locked it, heart pounding like I'd just robbed a bank. The old comic books I'd dug out of the attic were spread across my bed, their covers faded but the drawings inside filthy as hell. Mom and son. Page after page of thick, veiny cocks buried in dripping wet cunts, the mom figures looking exactly like hercurvy hips, heavy tits, that same hungry look in their eyes. I'd jerked off to them three times already, but it wasn't enough. Not anymore.
The house was quiet except for the shower running down the hall. Mom was in there, naked, water sliding over her body the way I wanted my tongue to.
I flipped another page and stared at the panel where the son was eating his mom's pussy from behind, her ass cheeks spread wide. My dick throbbed hard against my jeans. I unzipped and pulled it out, stroking slow and rough, imagining it was her hand instead of mine.
The shower stopped. Footsteps padded closer. A soft knock. "Honey, you in there? I thought I heard something."
My voice came out thick. "Yeah, Mom. Just… reading."
The door handle jiggled. "You left your laundry on the couch again. Can I come in?"
I didn't answer fast enough. The lock wasn't perfect. She pushed it open and stepped inside wearing nothing but a towel, water still beading on her shoulders. Her eyes went straight to the comics, then to my fist wrapped around my cock.
"Oh my God," she breathed. But she didn't leave. She didn't even look away. Her towel slipped a little, showing the top of one heavy breast.
I didn't stop stroking. "They're yours, aren't they? From when you were younger."
Her cheeks flushed dark. "I… used to hide them. Thought I'd thrown them out." She took a step closer, the towel parting higher up her thigh. "You shouldn't be looking at that stuff."
"Too late," I said, voice raw. "I'm hard as fuck because of it. Because of you."
The towel dropped. Just like that. Mom stood there naked, nipples tight, pussy shaved smooth and already glistening. "Then do something about it," she whispered.
I was on her in two steps, shoving her back against the wall. My mouth crashed onto hers, tongues sliding wet and desperate. She tasted like mint and heat. My hands grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, thumbs rubbing her nipples while she moaned into my mouth. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, pumping it fast and tight.
"Fuck, Mom," I groaned. "Your hand feels better than I imagined."
She dropped to her knees without another word, lips parting around the head of my dick. Hot, wet suction pulled me deep. Her tongue swirled under the shaft as she bobbed, taking me until her nose pressed against my stomach. Gagging sounds filled the room, messy and perfect. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. I fucked her face in short thrusts, watching her eyes water but never stop.
She pulled off with a wet pop. "Bed. Now."
I lifted her up and dropped her onto the mattress. The comics crinkled under us. I spread her legs wide and buried my face between them, licking her soaked cunt in long, filthy strokes. She was sweet and salty, clit swollen under my tongue. I sucked it hard while two fingers pushed inside her, curling against that spot that made her hips buck.
"Right there, baby," she gasped. "Eat Mommy's pussy like in those dirty drawings."
I licked and sucked until she came, thighs clamping around my head, juices flooding my mouth. Then I climbed up, lined my cock up, and shoved inside her in one hard thrust. She was tight, hot, gripping me like a fist. We both groaned loud.
I fucked her deep and steady, the bed creaking, comics sliding everywhere. Her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my back. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck your mom harder."
I slammed into her, skin slapping, her tits bouncing with every thrust. She reached down and rubbed her clit, coming again around my cock, walls pulsing and squeezing. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and drove back in from behind, watching her ass ripple.
"Look at the comics," I growled, grabbing her hair. "Look at what they're doing while I wreck you."
Her eyes stayed on the drawings as I pounded her, one hand reaching back to spread her ass so I could go deeper. I spat on her hole and rubbed it with my thumb, pressing just enough to make her whimper and push back.
When I was close, I pulled out and flipped her again, straddling her chest. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I stroked fast and shot thick ropes across her face and tits, some landing on her tongue. She swallowed what she could, licking her lips clean.
We lay there breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and come, comics stuck to our skin. She smiled slow and dirty, fingers tracing my softening cock.
"Next time," she said, "we're going to act out every single page."
