She pushed me against the kitchen counter the moment the door clicked shut, her voice low and filthy. "You've been staring at these tits all week, haven't you, you little bastard? Mom knows exactly what her boy wants."
I grabbed her hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh under her thin nightie. "Fuck yes. Show me. Pull that thing up and let me see what you've been hiding."
She smirked, yanking the fabric over her head in one motion. Her heavy breasts bounced free, dark nipples already tight. She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, tugging my shorts down. My cock sprang out, thick and throbbing, and she wrapped her fingers around the base without hesitation.
"Look at this fat dick," she muttered, licking a slow stripe up the underside. "My son's cock, all hard for his ma. You want me to suck it like the dirty slut I am?"
I groaned and thrust forward. "Do it. Suck your boy's cock."
Her mouth was hot and wet, lips stretching wide as she took me deep in one go. She bobbed fast, gagging softly each time the head hit the back of her throat, spit running down her chin and dripping onto her tits. One hand cupped my balls, squeezing just right while the other stroked what her mouth couldn't reach. The wet sounds filled the kitchen—slurp, gag, moan.
I tangled my fingers in her hair and fucked her face. "That's it, take it deeper. You love choking on your son's cock, don't you?"
She pulled off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my shaft. "Yes. I fucking love it. Now get on the floor and eat this pussy before I lose my mind."
We switched places fast. She spread her legs, one foot on a chair, and I buried my face between her thighs. She was already soaked, pussy lips puffy and glistening. I licked broad and flat, then sucked her clit hard while two fingers slid inside her tight heat. She tasted sweet and musky, hips rolling against my tongue.
"Fuck, right there," she panted, grinding down. "Suck that clit, baby. Make your ma come all over your face."
Her thighs started shaking. I curled my fingers, pumping them while I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. She came with a sharp cry, flooding my mouth, inner walls pulsing around my fingers.
Before she could catch her breath I stood, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. I lined up and shoved in deep in one thrust. She was so wet I bottomed out easily, her ass jiggling as I started pounding.
"Harder," she begged, pushing back to meet every stroke. "Fuck your mother's cunt like you mean it. Fill me up."
I slammed into her, the slap of skin loud and obscene. One hand reached around to rub her clit while the other gripped her shoulder for leverage. She reached back and spread her cheeks wider, giving me an even better view of my cock disappearing into her soaked hole.
"Look at that," I growled. "Your pussy's swallowing every inch. You were made for this."
She came again, screaming, and I followed right after, shooting deep inside her with a guttural moan. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum already starting to leak out around my still-twitching cock.
She looked over her shoulder, eyes glazed but hungry. "Bedroom. Round two. And this time you're going to fuck my ass while I call you a good boy."
I was already getting hard again.
