I never planned to fuck my mom. The thought crept in slow, like a fever you ignore until it owns you.
She was forty-eight, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits, the kind of body that made men stare at the grocery store. Dad had been gone two years. I was twenty-two, living back home after college, jerking off every night to the sound of her shower running down the hall.
It started with the heat wave. The AC was broken and the house felt like a wet mouth. Mom walked around in a thin white tank top and cotton shorts that rode up her ass every time she bent over. One night I came out of my room for water and caught her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, tank top damp and see-through. Her nipples were dark and hard. She saw me looking and didnt cover up.
Youre staring, she said, voice low.
Yeah.
She didnt tell me to stop. Instead she turned fully toward me, let me see the outline of her pussy lips through the shorts. My cock thickened fast. She noticed.
Lock the front door, she told me.
I did. When I came back she was sitting on the kitchen table, legs spread. She pulled the tank top off. Her tits dropped heavy and full, veins faint under the skin. You want this? she asked. Say it.
I want to fuck you, Mom.
She slid the shorts down. Her cunt was shaved smooth, already glistening. Then come here and do it like you mean it.
I dropped my sweats and stepped between her thighs. My cock slapped against her belly, thick and leaking. She grabbed it, rubbed the head up and down her slit, coating me in her wetness. Youre bigger than your father, she muttered, then pulled me inside.
The first push was tight and hot. She groaned, head falling back, and I bottomed out in one stroke. Her pussy gripped me like a fist. I started thrusting, hard and fast, the table creaking under us. Her tits bounced with every slam. She grabbed my ass, nails digging in, pulling me deeper.
Harder, she hissed. Fuck your mother like youve been wanting to.
I did. Sweat ran down my back. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. She came first, cunt pulsing around my cock, a sharp cry tearing out of her throat. I kept pounding through it until my balls tightened and I flooded her, thick ropes of cum pumping deep while she milked every drop.
We didnt talk after. She just slid off the table, cum running down her thigh, and walked to her bedroom. I followed.
That night turned into every night. Shed text me during the dayMy cunts wet. Be readyand Id come home to find her already naked on the couch or bent over the dryer. She liked it rough. Liked me to call her Mom while I railed her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass until it glowed red.
One afternoon she rode me on the living-room floor. Her tits swung in my face and I sucked hard on her nipples while she ground her clit against me. Tell me how long youve wanted this pussy, she demanded.
Years, I grunted. Since I was eighteen and heard you fucking Dad through the wall.
She came hard on that, soaking my cock and balls. I flipped her onto her back and drove in until I filled her again.
We never used condoms. She said she wanted to feel every throb when I bred her. Some nights shed keep me inside after I came, legs locked around my waist, whispering how good it felt to have her sons cum leaking out of her.
The last time that summer we did it in her bed, the one she used to share with Dad. She got on all fours, ass up, and told me to take her like an animal. I gripped her hips and fucked her until she screamed into the pillow. When I pulled out, thick white cum poured from her stretched hole. She reached back, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean while looking me in the eye.
Afterward she pulled me down beside her, sweaty and spent, and kissed me slow. This stays ours, she said. No one else ever needs to know.
I nodded, already hard again against her thigh. She smiled, rolled onto her back, and opened her legs.
Round two, baby. Moms not finished with you yet.
