She walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but that thin silk robe, the one that barely covered her ass, and I knew right then my cock was going to end up inside her. I was nineteen, home from college for the summer, and she was my mom, forty-two, divorced, and horny as hell after years of nothing. Wed been dancing around it for weekslittle looks, her accidental brushes against my crotch when she reached for something, me jerking off at night thinking about her tits.
Late night again? she asked, voice low and rough. She poured herself a glass of wine, robe slipping open just enough to show the curve of one heavy breast and the hard nipple pushing against the fabric.
Couldnt sleep, I said, staring openly now. No point hiding it anymore. My dick was already thick down my thigh, pushing against my shorts.
She turned, leaned back against the counter, and let the robe fall open. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already glistening. Neither could I. Been thinking about this cock all day. She nodded at the bulge in my shorts.
I stood up, crossed the room in two steps, and grabbed her hips. You want it? Say it.
Fuck me, she breathed, dirty and direct. I want my sons cock inside me. Right now.
I yanked the robe off her shoulders and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table. Her ass was round and perfect, and I slapped it hard enough to make her gasp. Then I shoved my shorts down, freed my dick, and rubbed the fat head up and down her wet slit. She was dripping, slick and hot.
Goddamn, Mom, youre soaked, I growled, pushing just the tip inside.
She pushed back, taking half my length in one greedy shove. Been wet since you got home. Fill me up, baby. Fuck your mother like you mean it.
I slammed the rest of the way in, balls-deep, and started pounding. The table legs scraped the floor with every thrust. Her tits swung beneath her, nipples dragging on the wood. I reached around, grabbed one, and pinched hard while I railed her.
Harder, she moaned. Make it hurt. Ive wanted this dirty cock for months.
I gave it to herlong, brutal strokes, pulling almost all the way out then driving back in until her ass cheeks clapped against my hips. Her pussy clenched around me, tight and greedy. I spit on her asshole and worked a thumb in while I fucked her, stretching both holes.
She came fast, screaming, juices running down my balls. I didnt stop. I flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and folded her in half. Her cunt was red and swollen, stretched wide around my shaft. I watched my dick disappear into her over and over, shiny with her cream.
Tell me how much you love your sons cock, I ordered.
Love it, she panted, eyes glassy. Love getting fucked by my own boy. Fill Mommys pussy. Come inside me.
I lost it. I buried myself to the root and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep into her. She milked me, squeezing every drop while she came again, shaking.
We didnt stop there. I carried her to the couch, still hard, and sat her on my lap facing me. She rode me slow at first, grinding her clit against my pubic bone, then faster, tits bouncing in my face. I sucked one nipple hard while she bounced, her asshole winking every time she lifted up.
Want it in your ass next, I told her, biting the nipple.
She grinned, filthy. Then take it.
Stretch Mommys tight hole.
I bent her over the arm of the couch, spit on her asshole again, and worked my cock in. It was a fighttight, hot, perfect. Once I was buried, I fucked her ass with the same raw rhythm, reaching under to finger her cum-filled pussy at the same time. She came so hard she squirted, soaking the cushions.
By the time we collapsed, both of us were covered in sweat and cum, breathing like wed run miles. She turned her head, kissed me deep, tongue filthy.
Round two in the shower, she whispered. Then youre sleeping in my bed. Were not done tonight.
I was already getting hard again. This was just the start of our mom and son fucking stories.
