Mom had been teasing me for weeks with those short robes and no panties underneath. I was 22, living back home after college, and every morning I'd catch her bending over the counter, her thick ass cheeks spread just enough to show her shaved pussy lips. One night after dad left for his trip, I walked into the kitchen and found her in nothing but a tank top. Her nipples poked hard through the fabric.
"Fuck it," I said, grabbing her hips. "We've been dancing around this."
She didn't pull away. Instead she reached back and squeezed my hard cock through my shorts. "Then stop talking and fuck your mom."
I yanked her tank top up and sucked on her tits, biting the nipples until she moaned. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor and pulled my cock out. Her mouth was hot and wet as she took me deep, gagging on the shaft while her tongue worked the underside. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits.
I pulled her up, bent her over the table, and slammed into her pussy from behind. She was dripping wet, her cunt gripping me tight. "Harder, son," she grunted. "Fuck mom's pussy like you mean it." I pounded her deep, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. The table shook and she screamed when she came, her juices squirting down my balls.
We moved to the couch. She climbed on top and rode me, grinding her clit against me while I sucked her tits again. "Fill me up," she begged. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and drove into her until I exploded, pumping thick loads of cum deep inside her cunt. She milked every drop, legs locked around me.
After we caught our breath she smiled and licked my cock clean. "This is just the start," she said. We spent the whole weekend fucking in every room, raw and dirty, no condoms, just mom and son using each other's bodies until we were both sore and satisfied.
