Mom had been teasing me for weeks, walking around the house in nothing but a thin tank top and panties that hugged her fat ass. I was twenty-five, living back home after a breakup, and she knew exactly what she was doing. One night after dad left for his business trip, she caught me jerking off in the living room to porn on my laptop. Instead of yelling, she just stood there, nipples hard through the fabric, and said, "If you want the real thing, come take it."
I slammed the laptop shut and stood up, cock still out and throbbing. "You serious, Mom?" She nodded, licking her lips, and pulled the tank top off. Her big tits bounced free, heavy and real, with dark nipples begging to be sucked. "I've been wet thinking about this for months, son. Fuck your mother like you mean it."
She dropped to her knees right there on the carpet and grabbed my dick with both hands.
Her mouth was hot and greedy, lips stretching around the head as she sucked me deep. Spit ran down my shaft while she bobbed, gagging a little but pushing further until her nose pressed into my pubes. "That's it, use Mom's throat," she mumbled around my cock, eyes watering but locked on mine. I grabbed her hair and thrust, fucking her face hard until strings of saliva dripped onto her tits.
When I pulled out, she stood and shoved her panties down. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. She bent over the arm of the couch, ass up, and spread herself open. "Put it in me. I want my son's cock stretching this cunt." I lined up and slammed home in one thrust. She was tight and soaked, walls gripping me as I started pounding. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the room. Mom moaned loud, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Harder, baby. Fuck your real mom like a slut."
I reached around and rubbed her clit while I drilled her, feeling her pussy flutter and squeeze. She came quick, yelling my name, juices running down her thighs. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove in deeper. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She clawed at my back, begging, "Cum inside me. Fill Mom's pussy with your load."
I buried myself to the balls and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her. She milked every drop, grinding her hips until I was spent. We didn't move for a minute, just breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her flooded hole.
Later we moved to her bed. She rode me slow at first, leaning down so I could suck her nipples while she worked her pussy up and down my shaft. "You like fucking the woman who raised you?" she whispered, dirty and direct. "Love it," I grunted, slapping her ass. She sped up, slamming down until we both came again, her squirting a little around my cock as I filled her a second time.
We spent the whole weekend that way: her waking me up with her mouth, me bending her over the kitchen counter, both of us talking filthy the entire time. Mom kept saying how much better her son's cock felt than anything else. By Sunday night she was leaking my cum constantly, thighs sticky, and already planning the next time Dad was out of town. It was raw, it was wrong, and neither of us wanted it to stop.
