I slammed the door behind me after another bullshit shift at the garage, sweat still clinging to my skin. Mom was in the kitchen, bent over the counter in those tiny shorts that barely covered her ass. She was 45 but looked 35, thick thighs, heavy tits straining her tank top. "Hey baby," she said, turning around with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Long day?"
"Yeah," I muttered, grabbing a beer. My cock twitched just looking at her. We'd been dancing around this shit for months since Dad left. The house felt too empty, too hot.
She walked over, hips swinging. "You look tense. Let me help." Her hand brushed my arm, then slid down to my crotch. She squeezed my dick through my jeans without hesitation. "Fuck, you're hard already."
I didn't pull away. "Mom, what the hell?"
"Call me Lisa tonight," she whispered, voice low and filthy. "I've seen you staring. Jerking off in the shower thinking about these." She yanked her tank top down, letting her big tits spill out. Nipples dark and stiff. "You want to fuck your mother? Say it."
I grabbed her, spinning her against the fridge. "Yeah, I want to fuck you. Want to bury my cock in that hot cunt." My hand shoved into her shorts, fingers finding her soaked pussy. No panties. She was dripping, clit swollen.
She moaned, grinding on my hand. "That's it, baby.
Finger Mommy's wet hole." I pushed two fingers inside her, pumping hard while my thumb rubbed her clit. Her juices ran down my wrist. She unzipped me, yanking my thick cock free and stroking it rough. "Goddamn, you're bigger than your father."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor and swallowed my dick. Her mouth was hot and sloppy, tongue swirling the head before she took me deep. Gagging noises filled the room as she bobbed, spit dripping onto her tits. I fucked her face, hands in her hair. "Suck it, Mom. Take every inch."
She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my shaft. "Fuck me. Now." She bent over the table, shorts yanked down to her ankles. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, pussy lips puffy and glistening. I lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust.
She screamed, pushing back. "Yes! Stretch Mommy's cunt!" I pounded her hard, the table scraping the floor. Her tits swung, slapping together. Wet sounds echoed every time I bottomed out, her juices coating my balls. I reached around, pinching her clit while I railed her.
"Harder," she begged. "Make me come on your cock." I grabbed her hips, driving into her like a machine. She clenched around me, body shaking as she came, pussy pulsing and squirting a little on the floor. I didn't stop. Pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the table, and shoved back in.
Her legs wrapped around me. "Fill me up," she panted. "Come in your mother's pussy." I fucked her through another orgasm, her nails digging into my back. When I exploded, I buried deep, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. She milked me, moaning my name.
We didn't stop there. I carried her to the couch, cock still hard. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing while she talked dirty. "You like Mommy's tight ass? Want to fuck it next?" I spread her cheeks, thumb pressing her hole while my cock stayed buried in her cum-filled cunt. She came again, screaming.
Later, in her bed, I took her from behind, slow and deep at first then rough. She begged for it in her ass, and I gave it to her, stretching her tight ring with spit and cum. She fingered her clit the whole time, coming so hard she nearly passed out.
By morning we were sticky, exhausted, and already planning the next round. No going back. This was our secret now, raw and perfect.
