I slammed the door behind me after work, still in my grease-stained mechanic's shirt, and there she wasMom, bent over the kitchen table in nothing but an old tank top that barely covered her ass. The comic book we'd found at that flea market was spread open in front of her, pages dog-eared and sticky with something that sure as hell wasn't glue. She looked up, cheeks flushed, nipples poking hard through the thin cotton.
"Jake, baby, you gotta see this one," she said, voice already thick. "Page twelve. The mom in the drawing is sucking her son's cock just like I want to."
I didn't waste time. I crossed the room, grabbed her by the hips, and spun her around.
"Show me," I growled, yanking the tank top up over her heavy tits. They spilled out, full and soft, the same tits I'd jerked off thinking about since I turned eighteen. She moaned when I pinched a nipple, twisting it rough the way she liked.
The comic lay open to a crude, explicit panel: a drawn mom on her knees, mouth stretched around a thick cock, spit dripping down her chin. Mom dropped right there on the linoleum, unzipped my jeans, and hauled my dick out. It was already leaking. She licked the head once, slow and filthy, then swallowed me deep in one hot slide.
"Fuck, Mom," I grunted, fisting her hair. "Just like the comic." She bobbed fast, sloppy, gagging wetly every time my cock hit the back of her throat. Saliva ran down her neck and onto her tits. She pulled off just long enough to say, "The next page shows him fucking her on the table. Do it, Jake. Fuck your mother like that dirty drawing."
I hauled her up, spun her, and bent her over the table exactly like the illustration. Her shorts were already goneI didn't even remember pulling them down. Her pussy was soaked, lips puffy and glistening. I lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, pushing back, taking every inch.
"Harder," she begged, voice raw. "Pound me like the son in the comic does." I slammed into her, the table scraping across the floor with every brutal stroke. Her ass rippled. Her tits dragged against the wood. The comic pages fluttered under her hands as she clawed at them. I reached around, found her clit, and rubbed it hard and fast while I fucked her.
She came first, pussy clamping down so tight I almost lost it. "Don't stop," she gasped. "The comic ends with him coming inside her. Fill me up, baby. Come in your mom's cunt."
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pulse after thick pulse, flooding her. Cum leaked out around my cock and ran down her thighs. We stayed locked like that, breathing hard, the comic crushed beneath us, both of us staring at the final panel where the drawn mom smiled with cum on her lips.
Mom reached back, squeezed my balls gently, and whispered, "We need to buy the sequel tomorrow."
