We had the house to ourselves that weekend. Your dad was gone on another business trip, and you were home from college for the summer, all grown up at twenty-two with broad shoulders and that cocky grin that made my stomach twist. I caught you staring at my ass in the kitchen while I bent over to load the dishwasher. Instead of scolding you, I pushed back a little, letting my short robe ride up so you could see the curve of my bare cheeks.
"Fuck, Mom," you muttered, voice low and rough. "You've been teasing me for weeks."
I straightened up and turned, nipples already hard under the thin fabric. "Then do something about it, son. Stop jerking off in your room thinking about me and come take what you want."
You didn't hesitate. Your hands grabbed my hips hard, spinning me around and bending me over the counter. The robe flipped up, exposing everything. You kicked my legs apart and shoved two fingers straight into my wet pussy without warning. I was soaked, dripping down my thighs from the second you touched me.
"Goddamn, you're tight," you growled, pumping your fingers fast and deep. "This cunt's been waiting for your own son's cock, hasn't it?"
"Yes," I gasped, pushing back onto your hand. "Fill me up. Fuck your mother like you mean it."
You yanked your shorts down and slapped your thick dick against my ass. It was heavy, veined, and already leaking. You lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. I cried out, the stretch burning so good. You didn't give me time to adjustjust started pounding, hips slapping loud and filthy against my skin.
Each thrust shoved me forward against the counter. My tits spilled out of the robe, nipples scraping the cool surface. You reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles while you fucked me harder, grunting like an animal.
"Take it, Mom. Take every inch of your son's cock. This pussy belongs to me now."
I came fast, clenching around you, juices running down your balls. You didn't stop. You pulled out, spun me to face you, and lifted me onto the counter. My legs wrapped around your waist as you drove back in, deeper this time, grinding against my clit with every stroke.
I clawed your back, biting your shoulder while you hammered into me. The wet sounds filled the kitchenyour cock sloshing in my soaked hole, skin slapping, both of us breathing like we were dying for it.
"Harder," I begged. "Make me your dirty little mother slut."
You groaned and went feral, fucking me so hard the counter shook. When you were close, you pulled out, pushed me to my knees, and shoved your cock into my mouth. I tasted myself all over you. You fucked my throat in short, brutal thrusts until you exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed every drop, licking you clean while you watched with dark eyes.
We didn't stop there. You carried me to the couch and spent the rest of the night using every hole, making me come until I was shaking and begging for more. By morning we were still tangled together, your cum leaking out of me, both of us already planning the next round.
This was our secret now. Mother and son, fucking like animals every chance we got.
