The house was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards under her bare feet. Elena stood in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to her curves, the fabric doing little to hide the heavy sway of her breasts or the way her nipples pressed against the material. At forty-two, she still turned heads, and she knew it. Her son Marcus had just turned twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and lately the air between them had thickened with something neither of them wanted to name.
Marcus walked in from the living room, shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips. His eyes flicked over her body before he could stop himself. Mom, youre up late.
She turned, letting the robe slip open just enough to show the inner curve of her breast. Couldnt sleep.
Too hot. Her voice was low, husky. You?
He stepped closer. The kitchen light caught the hard line of his cock already pushing against his sweatpants. Same. Its fucking unbearable in here.
Elena didnt move away when he stopped right in front of her. She could smell the soap on his skin, the faint musk of arousal. Her hand lifted almost on its own and rested on his chest. Youve been looking at me differently since you got back.
Yeah, he said, voice rough. Because youre the hottest fucking thing Ive ever seen. And Im tired of pretending I dont want to bend my own mom over this counter and fuck her until she screams.
The words hit her like a match. Heat flooded between her legs. She untied the robe and let it fall open, revealing everythingfull tits, soft stomach, the trimmed strip of hair above her slick pussy. Then stop pretending.
Marcus groaned and grabbed her, spinning her around so her ass pressed back against his hard cock. He shoved the robe off her shoulders and yanked his sweatpants down. His thick shaft sprang free, hot and heavy against her lower back. One hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her already wet folds.
Jesus, Mom, youre dripping, he muttered, rubbing her clit in slow circles. Youve been thinking about this too.
Elena pushed back against him, spreading her legs. Every night. Now shut up and fuck me.
He didnt need more invitation. He lined up and drove into her in one long thrust, burying himself balls-deep in his mothers tight cunt. Elena gasped, gripping the edge of the counter as he started pounding herhard, relentless strokes that made her tits bounce and slap against the cool marble. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the kitchen.
Marcuss hands clamped on her hips, pulling her back to meet every thrust. Fuck, your pussys so good. So wet for your sons cock.
She moaned louder, pushing back harder. Deeper. Give it to me deeper, baby.
He pulled out, spun her to face him, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed back inside, fucking her with the kind of raw hunger only years of secret glances could create. Her nails raked down his back while he sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make her cry out.
They moved to the couch next, Elena on her knees, ass up, while Marcus took her from behind again. He reached around to rub her clit, driving her closer to the edge with every thrust. When she came, it was with a broken moan, her walls clenching around him so tightly he had to grit his teeth to keep from finishing too soon.
He flipped her onto her back, spread her thighs wide, and drove back in, watching her face as he fucked her through the aftershocks. Im gonna come inside you, Mom. Fill that hot pussy up.
Do it, she begged, pulling him down for a filthy kiss. Come in your mothers cunt.
Marcus groaned deep in his chest and buried himself to the hilt, pulsing hot and thick inside her. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked skin sliding as the last tremors faded.
Later, tangled on the couch with his cum slowly leaking out of her, Elena traced lazy circles on his chest. Were not stopping at one night.
Marcus kissed her forehead, already half-hard again against her thigh. Good. Because Ive got years of fantasies to catch up on.
The house stayed quiet, but the heat between them had only just begun to burn.
