The house was quiet except for the low hum of the fridge. I walked in from the garage and saw my mom bent over the kitchen counter, her ass in those tight yoga pants looking round and fuckable. She was 48, still had that body that made my cock twitch every time I caught her like this. I was 25, back living at home after a breakup, and the tension had been building for weeks.
"Fuck, Mom, you know what that does to me," I said, dropping my keys.
She straightened up slow, turned around with a smirk. Her nipples were already poking through her thin tank top. "Don't start, honey. Your father's not here and I'm trying to get dinner ready."
I stepped close, grabbed her hips and pulled her against me so she could feel my hard cock pressing into her stomach. "Dinner can wait. I've been thinking about your pussy all day."
She didn't push me away. Instead her hand slid down and squeezed my dick through my jeans. "You're so fucking hard already. You really want to do this again?"
"Yeah, I want to fuck my own mother. I want to bury my cock in that wet cunt and make you moan like last time."
Her breath hitched. She unzipped me right there, pulled my cock out and started stroking it with both hands. "Goddamn it, you're thick. I shouldn't be doing this but I can't stop thinking about it either."
I yanked her tank top down, her big tits spilling out. I sucked one nipple hard while my fingers pushed into her yoga pants and found her already soaked. Two fingers slid right into her pussy. She was dripping.
"Jesus, Mom, you're soaked. You've been waiting for this."
She moaned and pumped my cock faster. "Shut up and fuck me. Bend me over the counter and give it to me raw."
I spun her around, ripped the yoga pants down to her thighs. Her ass was perfect, pale and soft. I spit on my hand, rubbed it over my cock and shoved inside her in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like she hadn't been fucked properly in years.
"Oh fuck yes," she groaned, pushing back against me. "Harder, baby.
Pound your mother's pussy."
I grabbed her hips and slammed into her, the wet slap of skin filling the kitchen. Every thrust made her tits shake and her voice get louder. "That's it, fuck me like you mean it. Use that big cock on me."
I reached around and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep. She came quick, legs shaking, pussy clenching around me, juice running down her thighs. "Don't stop, don't you fucking stop," she begged.
I pulled out, turned her to face me, lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I drove back in. We kissed messy, tongues fighting, while I hammered her cunt. She clawed my back and whispered the dirtiest shit. "Fill me up. I want my son's cum inside me. Breed your own mother."
That sent me over. I buried myself balls deep and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. She held me tight, milking every drop with her pussy.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, cum leaking out around my cock. She kissed my neck softly. "This is so wrong but it feels too good to quit."
I pulled out and watched my cum drip from her. "Then we don't quit. Bedroom next. I want to eat that pussy until you scream."
She slid off the counter, pulled her pants up just enough to walk, and led me upstairs by the hand. "Your father's gone all weekend. We're not leaving this house until we've fucked every way we can think of."
By the time we hit the bed she was already naked and spreading her legs, my cum still shining on her thighs. I dove in tongue-first, licking her swollen clit while she grabbed my hair and ground against my face. "That's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Taste your own cum in me."
We went at it for hoursher riding me reverse cowgirl so I could watch her ass bounce, me taking her from behind again while I fingered her ass, her on her knees sucking my cock clean before I fucked her throat. Every time I came she begged for it inside her. By midnight she was a sweaty, cum-filled mess, smiling like she'd finally gotten exactly what she needed.
She curled against me afterward, one hand lazily stroking my half-hard cock. "We can't tell anyone. But we're doing this again tomorrow."
I kissed her forehead. "Every day, Mom. Every fucking day."
