I needed the money bad. Rent was due, my car was dead, and I was staring at zero in the bank. Mom sat across the kitchen table in her tight tank top, tits spilling out the sides, and said it plain. "If you want it that bad, pay me for it. Two hundred for my pussy, another hundred if you want my mouth. No one else has to know."
My cock got hard so fast it hurt. She was my mom, forty-five, still hot as hell with wide hips and thick thighs. I pulled out the cash I had saved for bills and slapped it on the table. "Deal."
She stood up, peeled off her tank top, and let those heavy tits bounce free. Nipples already stiff. "Get your dick out then, son. Show me what I'm selling."
I shoved my jeans down. My cock sprang up, thick and leaking. Mom licked her lips, dropped to her knees right there on the linoleum, and wrapped her hand around the base. "This is what two hundred buys you." She opened wide and swallowed me down in one wet slide. Her throat squeezed tight. Spit ran down my balls while she bobbed hard and fast, gagging on purpose, eyes watering but never breaking contact.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her face. "That's it, Mom. Suck that cock like you mean it." She moaned around the shaft, the vibration making my knees shake. When I was close she pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my head. "Not yet. You paid for the pussy too."
She stood, shoved her shorts and panties down, and bent over the table. Ass up, legs spread. Her cunt was shaved smooth and already glistening. "Two hundred gets you inside. Fuck me like you paid for it."
I lined up and slammed in balls deep. She was tight and hot, gripping me like she hadn't been fucked in years. I pounded her hard, the table creaking, her ass rippling with every thrust. "Harder," she grunted. "Earn that money back." I reached under and rubbed her clit while I drove into her. She came fast, pussy pulsing around my cock, juices dripping down her thighs onto the floor.
I wasn't done.
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. Legs over my shoulders, I sank back in and fucked her deep and steady, watching her tits bounce. "You like selling your cunt to your own son?" I growled.
She nodded, eyes glassy. "Feels so fucking dirty. Give me another hundred and I'll let you cum in my mouth."
I grabbed my wallet, threw the extra cash down, and pulled out. She slid off the table, got back on her knees, and took me to the root again. This time I didn't hold back. I fucked her throat until my balls tightened and I shot thick ropes straight down her gullet. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean.
Mom stood up, wiped her mouth, and scooped the cash off the table. "Same time next week if you want more. Maybe I'll let you fuck my ass for five hundred." She walked out of the kitchen naked, ass swaying, leaving me there with my cock still twitching and the smell of sex thick in the air.
I already knew I'd be back with more money.
