I walked into the kitchen and there she was, bent over the counter in that thin silk robe, her big ass cheeks peeking out, the fabric riding up her thighs. Mom had just turned forty-eight but her body was still thick and fuckable, heavy tits swinging free underneath, nipples poking the material. I was twenty-five, living back home after the breakup, and every day the tension got worse.
"Fuck, Mom, you can't keep dressing like that around me," I said, voice low and rough.
She straightened up slow, turned, and smiled that dirty little smile she only gave me lately. "Why not, baby? You like looking at your mother's body?"
I stepped closer, cock already hard in my jeans. "I like more than looking. I've been jerking off thinking about these tits every night."
Her eyes dropped to my bulge. She licked her lips. "Show me."
I unzipped, pulled my dick out, thick and veiny, already leaking. Mom reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking once, twice, slow and tight.
"Goddamn, son, you're bigger than your father," she whispered. "Thick like this for your own mother?"
I grabbed her robe and yanked it open. Her heavy tits spilled out, fat nipples dark and stiff. I squeezed one hard, then the other, then bent and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her moan.
She pumped my cock faster. "You want to fuck Mommy's pussy? Been waiting for you to grow some balls and take it."
I spun her around, bent her over the counter again, and kicked her legs apart. The robe fell to the floor. Her ass was perfect, round and soft, pussy already glistening between her thighs. I slapped her cheek hard, watched it jiggle, then rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit.
"Beg for it," I growled.
"Fuck your mother," she hissed. "Shove that big dick in my cunt right now."
I slammed in deep on the first thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. Mom cried out, pushing back against me. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
"Yes, baby, fuck me harder," she moaned. "Use Mommy's hole."
I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit while I drilled her, feeling her pussy clench. She came quick, legs shaking, juices running down my shaft. I didn't stop. I pulled out, spun her to face me, lifted her onto the counter, and shoved back inside.
Her tits bounced in my face. I sucked one while I fucked her deep and steady, grinding against her clit on every thrust. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my ass.
"Fill me up," she begged. "Come in your mother's pussy."
I slammed in one last time and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She came again around my cock, milking every drop.
We didn't stop there. I carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her pussy until she was screaming, licking my own cum out of her while she pulled my hair and ground on my face.
Then she got on her knees and sucked me hard again, taking my cock down her throat like a pro, gagging and drooling all over my balls.
By the time the sun came up we'd fucked in every room. Mom on top riding me reverse, ass bouncing, me pounding her from behind in the shower, her bent over the dining table while I spanked her red. She talked filthy the whole time, calling herself my dirty mommy slut, telling me her pussy belonged to me now.
We both knew it wasn't going to be a one-time thing. She was already planning how she'd wake me up the next morning with her mouth wrapped around my cock.
And I was already hard again just thinking about it.
