The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the floorboards under my bare feet. I was twenty-four, home for the summer after college, and she was my momforty-six, divorced, still in the tight tank tops and short shorts she wore around the house like she didnt notice how they hugged her heavy tits and thick ass. Id jerked off to her more times than I could count, but tonight something snapped.
She was in the kitchen pouring wine when I walked in. Couldnt sleep either? she asked, voice low. Her nipples poked hard against the thin cotton. I didnt answer with words. I stepped close, grabbed her hips, and pressed my already hard cock against her stomach.
Mom, I need to fuck you, I said, raw and direct. No buildup, no poetry. Just the truth.
Her eyes widened for a second, then she set the glass down and reached between us, squeezing my dick through my shorts. Jesus, youre thick. Been thinking about this too, havent you? She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, yanked my shorts down, and swallowed my cock in one hot, wet pull. Her tongue worked the underside while she took me deep, gagging a little but not stopping. Spit ran down my balls as she sucked like shed been waiting years for it.
I fucked her mouth, hands in her hair, thrusting until she pulled off gasping. Bedroom. Now. She stood, grabbed my hand, and led me upstairs, ass swaying. The second the door closed I ripped her tank top off. Those big tits spilled free, nipples dark and stiff. I shoved her onto the bed, yanked her shorts and panties down, and spread her legs. Her pussy was shaved smooth, already glistening.
I buried my face between her thighs and ate her like a starving man. She tasted sweet and a little tangy, and she moaned loud when I sucked her clit and shoved two fingers inside her. Fuck, sonright there. Dont stop. Her hips bucked against my mouth until she came hard, thighs clamping my head, juices coating my chin.
I didnt give her time to recover. I climbed up, lined my cock up, and slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight, hot, and soaked. Goddamn, Mom, your cunts gripping me so fucking good. I fucked her hard and fast, the bed slamming the wall with every stroke. Her tits bounced wildly. She clawed my back and begged for more.
Harder. Fuck your mother harder. I flipped her onto all fours and drove back in, slapping her ass until it was red. The wet sounds of my cock pounding her pussy filled the room. I reached under and rubbed her clit in rough circles until she screamed into the pillow and came again, her walls pulsing around me.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and straddled her chest. Open your mouth. She did, and I fucked her tits, sliding my slick cock between them while she licked the head on every thrust. When I was close I moved up and fed her my cock again, shooting thick ropes down her throat. She swallowed every drop, eyes locked on mine.
We werent done. She pushed me onto my back and climbed on, sinking down onto my still-hard dick. She rode me slow at first, grinding her clit against me, then faster, tits bouncing in my face. I sucked her nipples hard while she used me, moaning filthy things.
Your cock feels better than your fathers ever did. Fill me up again, baby.
I grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her until we both cameher third orgasm making her shake, my second load pumping deep inside her. She collapsed on my chest, both of us sweaty and panting.
We lay there catching our breath, my cum leaking out of her onto my thigh. She kissed my neck and whispered, This is our secret. But were doing it again tomorrow night. I was already getting hard again at the thought.
The rest of the summer turned into a blur of raw, dirty fuckingkitchen counters, shower walls, the living room couch when we thought no one would hear. She taught me exactly how she liked her pussy licked and her ass slapped. I learned how deep she could take my cock down her throat. Every time I called her Mom while I was buried inside her, it only made us both hotter.
By the end of August we were addicted. The taboo never wore off; it just got dirtier. And neither of us wanted it to stop.
