I slammed the door behind me after another long shift, but the house smelled like her perfume mixed with dinner. Mom was in the kitchen, bending over the counter in that thin robe that barely covered her ass. At 42 she still had the body that made my cock twitch every time I looked at her. I was 21 and home from college for the summer, and the tension had been building for weeks.
"Hey, baby," she said, turning around. Her tits pushed against the fabric, nipples already hard. She knew what she was doing.
I didn't answer with words. I walked straight over, grabbed her hips, and spun her to face the counter. "Pull that robe up," I told her, voice low and rough. She did it without hesitation, exposing her round ass and the wet slit between her thighs.
My cock was already rock hard. I yanked my pants down and rubbed the head along her pussy lips, spreading her juices. "You've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?"
"Yes," she breathed. "Fuck me hard."
I shoved inside in one thrust, burying every inch deep in her tight cunt. She gasped and pushed back against me. I gripped her hips and started pounding, the wet sounds of my cock slamming into her filling the kitchen. Each stroke went balls-deep, stretching her open.
"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," I grunted. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, feeling her walls squeeze me. She moaned louder, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs spread wide.
I slammed back in, watching my thick shaft disappear into her soaked hole over and over. "Tell me you want my cum," I demanded.
"Fill me up," she panted. "Flood my womb. I want every drop."
That pushed me harder. I fucked her faster, the counter creaking under us. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, milking every inch. Sweat ran down my back as I drove into her, the head of my cock bumping against her cervix with each thrust.
She came first, crying out and soaking my balls. Her whole body shook. I didn't stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm, chasing my own. My balls tightened. I buried myself as deep as I could go and let go, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. Pulse after pulse flooded her, filling her until it leaked out around my cock.
I stayed inside her, grinding slow, making sure it all stayed deep. She wrapped her legs around me and kissed me hard. "More," she whispered against my mouth.
We moved to the bedroom. I bent her over the bed and took her from behind again, this time slower but still raw. My cum from the first round squelched out with every thrust, mixing with her juices. I reached under and pinched her nipples while I fucked her, telling her exactly how I was going to breed her again.
"Feel that load inside you?" I growled. "I'm going to add another one. Right in your womb."
She pushed back, taking me deeper. I slapped her ass and picked up speed, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the room. When I got close I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and folded her in half. The angle let me bottom out completely.
I fucked her like that until my second orgasm hit. I drove in balls-deep and unloaded again, flooding her womb a second time. Cum overflowed, running down her ass and onto the sheets. She came with me, her pussy pulsing around my cock, sucking the last drops out.
We didn't stop there. Later that night I took her in the shower, pressing her against the tiles and fucking her standing up until I filled her once more. By morning she was walking with a slight wobble, my cum still leaking from her well-used cunt.
Every time she moved I knew she could feel it inside her. Exactly where it belonged.
