I was 22, back home for the summer after college, when it started. Mom had been divorced for three years by then, and the house felt too quiet with just the two of us. She was 43, still in great shape from her morning runslong legs, full tits that strained against her tank tops, and an ass that swayed when she walked around in those thin pajama shorts. I tried not to stare, but some nights I couldnt help it. She caught me once or twice, and instead of getting mad she just smiled, like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
It was a Friday night when everything changed. Wed had a couple glasses of wine after dinner, and she was sitting on the couch in a loose robe that kept slipping open. Youve been looking at me different lately, she said, her voice low. Like you want something you shouldnt.
I swallowed hard. Maybe I do.
She didnt laugh or pull away. Instead she leaned closer, her robe falling open enough to show the soft curve of her breasts. Tell me what you want, baby.
My cock was already hard, pressing against my jeans. I want you, Mom. I want to fuck you.
She reached over and rubbed me through my pants, fingers squeezing the outline of my dick. Then do it. Right here.
I didnt waste time. I pulled her robe off completely and pushed her back on the couch. Her nipples were already stiff, dark pink against her pale skin. I sucked one into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her moan while my hand slid between her legs. She was soaking wet, no panties, her pussy lips puffy and slick. I shoved two fingers inside her and started pumping, thumb circling her clit.
Fuck, thats good, she groaned, spreading wider. Get them in deep.
I finger-fucked her hard and fast until she was dripping down my hand. Then I yanked my pants off and climbed on top of her. My cock was thick and throbbing, the head already leaking. I rubbed it up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices before I pushed in.
She was tight, gripping me all the way to the balls on the first thrust. We both gasped.
I started pounding her right awayno slow build-up, just raw, dirty strokes that made the couch creak. Her tits bounced with every slam, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
Harder, she begged. Fuck your mom like you mean it.
I did. I grabbed her hips and drove into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. She came first, cunt clenching around my cock, juices squirting out around my shaft. That pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her.
We didnt stop there. She rolled me onto my back and climbed on, riding me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce while she took every inch. My cum leaked out around my cock with every drop of her hips. She reached down and rubbed her clit, coming again while I slapped her ass red.
Later that night we moved to her bed. I took her from behind, holding her hair like reins while I fucked her soaked pussy until she was screaming into the pillow. By morning wed done it three more timesonce in the shower with her bent over the counter, once with her on top grinding slow and filthy, and once with her sucking my cock clean after I came in her mouth.
It became our secret. Every chance we got we fucked like animalsraw, loud, and without any guilt. Shed text me during the day telling me how wet she was thinking about her sons dick, and Id come home ready to bend her over the kitchen table. We never talked about stopping. We just kept going, deeper and dirtier every time.
That first night was only the beginning.
