She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but that thin silk robe, the one that clung to her heavy tits and barely covered the curve of her ass. I was nineteen, home from college for the summer, and I'd been jerking off to thoughts of her for years. Tonight the house was empty except for us, and the air felt thick.
"Mom, you can't dress like that around me," I said, my voice already rough.
She turned, smiled slow, and let the robe slip off one shoulder. "Why not? You're a man now. I've seen how you look at me."
My cock was already hard in my shorts. She stepped closer, pressed her body against mine, and reached down to grab it through the fabric. "Fuck, you're big. Bigger than your father."
I groaned and yanked the robe open. Her tits spilled out, nipples stiff. I sucked one into my mouth while she stroked me, her hand sliding inside my shorts to wrap around my bare cock. "That's it, baby. Touch Mommy."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. I bent her over the kitchen table, pulled her robe up over her hips, and spread her cheeks. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and glistening. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her juice.
"Do it," she hissed. "Fuck your mother."
I shoved in deep on the first thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like she hadn't been fucked in months. I pounded her right there, the table creaking, her tits swinging, her ass rippling every time my hips slammed into her.
She reached back and spread herself wider. "Harder, son. Give Mommy that cock."
I grabbed her hair and fucked her like an animal, balls slapping against her clit. She came fast, pussy clenching and flooding around me, moaning "Yes, yes, fill me up." I didn't last long the first time. I buried myself to the root and pumped thick ropes of cum deep inside her, watching it leak out around my shaft when I finally pulled back.
We weren't done. She turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked me clean, licking our mixed cum off my cock before taking me down her throat. Then she led me to the couch, straddled me, and rode me slow and dirty, grinding her clit against me while I sucked her nipples and fingered her ass.
By the third round she was on all fours on the living room floor, begging me to take her ass. I worked lube into her tight hole with two fingers, then pushed my cock in inch by inch until my balls rested against her. She pushed back, taking every bit. "Fuck Mommy's ass. Own it."
I railed her there until she screamed through another orgasm, then pulled out and painted her back and ass with another load. We collapsed sweaty and spent, her head on my chest, my cum still dripping from her holes.
She kissed me slow and deep. "This is just the start, baby. From now on, you're Mommy's fuck toy whenever you want."
We spent the rest of the night exploring every position, every hole, every filthy thing we'd both been craving. No guilt, no stopping. Just raw need finally let loose.
