I had just stepped out of the shower when I heard the front door slam. My son, Jake, was home early from college. At 19 he was all muscle and attitude, and lately the way he looked at me had turned hungry. I was 42, still tight from yoga, and I hadnt bothered with a robe. Water dripped off my heavy tits and down my shaved pussy as I stood in the hallway.
Mom? he called.
In here, I answered, not bothering to cover up.
He rounded the corner and froze. His eyes dropped straight to my cunt. Fuck, Mom.
I didnt move. See something you like?
He dropped his bag. In two steps he had me pinned against the wall, one big hand squeezing my tit while the other shoved between my legs. Youve been teasing me for weeks, he growled. Two thick fingers pushed straight into my wet hole. I moaned and spread for him.
Been thinking about this cock all day, I said, reaching down to grip the hard bulge in his jeans. I yanked his zipper down and pulled out his thick dick. It was heavy, veined, already leaking. I dropped to my knees right there on the carpet and took him into my mouth.
Jake grabbed my hair and fucked my throat. Thats it, Mom. Suck your sons cock. I gagged and drooled, letting spit run down his balls while I worked my tongue under the head. He tasted salty and young. I reached between my own thighs and rubbed my clit while he used my mouth.
He pulled out and hauled me up, spinning me around. My hands slapped the wall. He kicked my feet apart and shoved that fat cock straight into my pussy from behind. No slow starthe slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust. I cried out, cunt stretching around him.
Goddamn, youre tight, he grunted, pounding me hard. Every stroke made my ass ripple. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as he fucked me like he owned me. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my tits swinging.
Harder, baby, I begged. Fuck your mom harder.
He did. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the hallway. He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles until I came, pussy clamping down on his cock, juices running down my thighs. He didnt stop. He kept drilling me through it, then pulled out and spun me to face him.
I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He caught me under the ass and lowered me onto his dick again. We fucked standing up, my back against the wall, his mouth on my nipples, sucking hard while he drove up into me. I clawed his shoulders and moaned like a whore.
Gonna fill this pussy, he warned.
Do it, I hissed. Come inside your mother.
He slammed deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as he pumped load after hot load into me. I felt every spurt, my cunt milking him until he was empty.
We slid down to the floor, still joined. His cum leaked out around his softening dick. I kissed him slow and dirty, tongues sliding.
Round two in the bedroom, I said, squeezing his balls. This time I want you to eat my cunt first.
Jake grinned, already getting hard again inside me. Yes, Mom.
