I came home from work and there she was, my mom, bent over the kitchen table in nothing but a thin tank top and panties. Her ass was up, cheeks spread just enough that I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the cotton. She looked back over her shoulder and smirked. "You gonna stand there staring or you gonna fuck me like you said you would?"
My cock was already hard. I dropped my pants right there on the floor. "Get those panties off," I told her. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and yanked them down, kicking them aside. Her bare ass was right there, round and soft, waiting.
I stepped up behind her, grabbed her hips, and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit. She was already wet, dripping down her thighs. "Shove it in," she said, voice low and rough. I didn't waste time. I lined up and slammed my cock balls-deep into her pussy in one hard thrust. She grunted and pushed back against me.
"Fuck, yeah," she moaned. "Give it to me doggy style, just like that." I started pounding her right there on the table. Each thrust made her ass jiggle and the table legs scrape the floor. Her pussy gripped me tight, hot and slick. I reached under and grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard while I fucked her.
She spread her legs wider and arched her back, taking every inch. "Harder," she demanded. "Fuck your mom harder." I slammed into her faster, skin slapping loud and wet. Her juices ran down my balls. I pulled almost all the way out then drove back in, bottoming out each time. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks for me, giving me a clear view of my cock stretching her hole.
I spit on her asshole and rubbed my thumb over it while I kept thrusting. "You like that?" I growled. "Like getting fucked like a slut in your own kitchen?" She pushed back harder. "Yes, fuck yes.
Don't stop."
I pulled out for a second, flipped her around so she was still bent over but facing the other way, then slammed back in. Her tits pressed flat against the table. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back while I railed her. Her moans turned into short, dirty grunts every time my hips hit her ass.
"Fill me up," she begged. "Come in my pussy." I was close. I reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough. Her legs started shaking. She came first, pussy clenching and pulsing around my cock, a gush of wetness soaking my balls. That pushed me over. I buried myself deep and unloaded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into her.
I stayed inside her for a minute, both of us breathing hard. When I pulled out, cum leaked down her thigh. She stood up, turned around, and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Next time we do it on the floor," she said, already reaching for my cock again. "I want it even dirtier."
We didn't wait long. She dropped to her knees, sucked me clean, then got back on all fours right on the kitchen rug. I mounted her again from behind, cock sliding back into her cum-filled pussy with a wet sound. This time I went slower at first, long deep strokes so she felt every inch. Then I sped up, gripping her waist and pounding like I owned her. She kept talking dirty the whole time. "That's it, fuck your mom. Use that hole." I slapped her ass a few times, leaving red handprints, and she pushed back for more.
By the time I came again, she was on her elbows, face down, ass up, taking it like she couldn't get enough. We stayed like that until my legs gave out, then collapsed on the floor together, my cum still leaking out of her. She looked over at me with a satisfied grin. "Told you doggy style was the best."
