She pushed me against the kitchen counter the second I walked in from the garage, her robe falling open so her heavy tits spilled out. "I've been wet all day thinking about this cock," she said, voice low and filthy, grabbing my dick through my jeans. I was hard before she even touched me. Mom didn't waste timeshe dropped to her knees right there on the tile, yanked my zipper down, and sucked me straight into her mouth like she was starving for it.
Her tongue worked the underside while she took me deep, gagging just enough to make spit run down her chin onto her bare tits. "Fuck, Mom," I groaned, hands in her hair. She looked up at me with those hungry eyes and pulled off long enough to say, "Call me that again while you fuck my face." So I did. I held her head and thrust, watching my cock disappear between her lips, her throat working around me. She moaned around it, one hand between her legs rubbing her soaked pussy.
We didn't make it to the bedroom. I bent her over the table, shoved her robe up, and slammed into her from behind. She was dripping, tight and hot, pushing back to take every inch. "Harder, baby," she begged, "fuck your mother like you mean it." The dirty talk poured out of both of usher telling me how much she loved her son's cock, me telling her what a filthy slut she was for spreading her legs for me. The table creaked under us. Her ass slapped against my hips with every thrust. When she came she screamed my name, pussy clamping down so hard I almost lost it.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the table, legs spread wide. I drove back in and pounded her, watching her tits bounce, her face twisted in pleasure. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, coming again with a long, broken moan. I couldn't hold back anymore. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. She held me there, milking every drop with her walls.
We didn't stop. Later that night she rode me on the couch, grinding slow and nasty, telling me how she wanted my cum in her mouth next time. I flipped her over the armrest and took her ass for the first time, working my cock into that tight hole while she fingered herself and begged for more. By morning we were in the shower, her on her knees again, swallowing everything I gave her.
Every time we fucked it got dirtier. She started leaving the door open when she showered so I'd come in and take her against the wall. She'd text me at work: "Come home and fuck your mother." I'd bend her over the hood of the car in the garage the second I pulled in. She loved it rawno condom, just skin on skin, my cum leaking out of her after. Sometimes she'd make me watch while she played with herself first, spreading her pussy and telling me exactly how she wanted it. Other times she'd wake me up with her mouth already full of my cock, sucking until I flooded her throat.
We tried everything. She let me tie her wrists to the bedposts and use her however I wanted.
She sat on my face and ground her cunt against my tongue while she sucked me. One weekend we barely left the housewe fucked on every surface, her riding me reverse so I could watch her ass take my cock, then switching so I could pound her missionary and watch her face while she came. She got off on the risk toowhispering "what if someone knew?" while I was balls-deep inside her, which only made her wetter.
It never got old. Every time she called me "baby" or "son" in that low, dirty voice while I was inside her, it pushed us both over the edge. She'd clench around me and I'd fill her up, and we'd collapse together, already planning the next round. It was raw, constant, and exactly what we both needed.
