The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the distant sound of rain tapping the windows. Jake had just turned nineteen and moved back home after his first year at college. His mom, Elena, was forty-two, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits from years of being a single mother who never let herself go completely. She wore a thin tank top that night with no bra and a pair of loose cotton shorts that rode up when she sat.
She found him in the kitchen getting a glass of water. Her eyes went straight to the bulge in his boxers.
Youve been walking around like that all week, she said, voice low and direct. I can see your cock swinging every time you pass my door.
Jake froze, glass halfway to his mouth. Mom
Shut up. She stepped close and grabbed the front of his boxers, squeezing his dick through the fabric. It was already half-hard. Ive been wet for three days thinking about this. Youre not a kid anymore. So stop pretending.
She yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang out, thick and veined. Elena dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and took him straight into her mouth, no teasing. She sucked hard, bobbing fast, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her tank top. Her hand worked the base while her tongue pressed flat against the underside.
Jakes hands went to her hair on instinct. Fuck, Mom
She pulled off with a wet pop. Bedroom. Now.
They didnt make it to the bed. In the hallway she shoved him against the wall, pulled her shorts aside, and guided his cock into her pussy in one rough thrust. She was soaked. Hot and tight. She fucked herself back on him standing up, ass slapping against his thighs, grunting every time he bottomed out.
Deeper, she ordered. I want to feel that cock in my stomach.
They stumbled into her room. Elena ripped her tank top off and climbed onto the bed on all fours. Fuck me like you mean it.
Jake got behind her and slammed in. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room. He gripped her wide hips and pounded, watching her ass ripple with every thrust. Elena reached back and spread her cheeks so he could see everything.
Play with my asshole, she said. Stick a finger in while you fuck me.
He did. She moaned loud and nasty, pushing back harder. Thats it. Use your mothers holes.
They switched positions fast. She rode him next, leaning forward so her heavy tits swung over his face. He sucked one nipple while she ground her clit against him, pussy clenching tight.
Tell me what you are, she demanded, voice ragged.
Your son, he answered.
Say it right.
Im your son and Im fucking your cunt.
Elena came hard, shaking, nails digging into his chest. She didnt stop moving. She kept riding through the orgasm until he was close.
Cum inside me, she said. Fill your mothers pussy.
He grabbed her ass and thrust up hard, shooting deep. She stayed on him until every drop was in, then slowly lifted off so they could both watch his cum leak out of her swollen pussy.
They didnt talk much after. Elena lay on her back, legs spread, letting it drip while Jake watched. After a few minutes she reached for his cock again, already getting hard.
Round two, she said. This time I want it in my ass.
By morning they had fucked in every room. The kitchen counter, the shower, bent over the couch. Elena was loud the whole time, telling him exactly how she wanted his cock, where to cum, how hard to slap her tits. Jake gave it to her raw and rough, exactly the way she asked.
When the sun came up she was on her back with his cum leaking from both holes, smiling like shed finally gotten what shed been waiting years for.
Same time tomorrow night, she told him. And every night after that.
