My name is... well, let’s say Sasha. I’m twenty-three. My mother is forty-three.

Five years ago, Dad left us for a younger mistress and handed over the keys to our two-story house—a gaudy palace that looked like it had been decorated by a sultan with too much money and no taste. Everywhere you looked there was tasteless gold leaf, except, thank God, the toilets. Those, at least, were plain white porcelain. Since then, it’s just been me, Mom, and the cleaning lady who comes a few times a week. After the divorce, Mom took him for a decent chunk of money, so we don’t lack for anything.

Mom is a strikingly beautiful woman: tall, with full, heavy breasts, a firm round ass, and long legs that seem to go on forever. At home she always walks around in short silk robes or thin tank tops with no bra, claiming she’s always hot. I stopped pretending not to notice her body a long time ago. Waking up with a raging hard-on every morning from the sight of her tits bouncing under thin fabric had become my new normal—and Mom couldn’t have missed it. But honestly... what’s wrong with that? It’s a perfectly natural reaction to a woman in her prime.

It all started on a regular Saturday evening. I came back from the gym, sweaty and tired. I poked my head into the kitchen and saw Mom cooking dinner. Without saying much, I headed straight for the shower. We never locked the bathroom door in our house—it just wasn’t something we did. After all, we weren’t strangers.

I was standing under the hot spray, soaping myself up, when my thoughts drifted back to Mom. She’d looked so fucking sexy while cooking that my mind kept spiraling into filthy territory. My cock was already swelling, getting heavier in my hand, when the door suddenly opened.

Mom stepped in.

She was wearing that short silk robe that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her hair was twisted up in a loose bun, with a few stray strands falling across her face. She looked straight at me, no smile, but her eyes were burning.

“Sasha, ” she said softly, “you forgot your towel again.”

I stood frozen as water streamed down my body. My cock was rock-hard, pointing straight at her like a loaded weapon. Mom’s gaze dropped to it for a long moment, then slowly rose back to my face. I watched her pupils dilate.

“I see you’re already ready, ” she murmured, taking a step closer. “Sooner or later this was bound to happen...”

Her voice was barely above a whisper as she let the robe slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor in one smooth motion.

I didn’t have time to say a word.

She was completely naked underneath. Her heavy breasts hung full and slightly apart, dark nipples already stiff. She stepped under the shower with me. Hot water cascaded over both of us as she moved right up against me. Without hesitation, she wrapped her warm, wet hand around my throbbing cock and slowly stroked it from base to tip.

Once. Twice. Again.

“Mom...” I barely managed to breathe.

“Shhh, ” she whispered, pressing her entire body against mine. Her soft, heavy breasts molded against my chest. “You want Mommy. I know you do. I see the way you look at me every day... like a man looks at a woman he desperately wants. And I want you too, baby. I’ve wanted you for a long time—back when your father was still living with us. God, the things I imagined...”

Mom sank to her knees right under the streaming water. The shower poured over her face and hair as she took my cock into her mouth — deep, all the way to the back of her throat in one smooth motion. She sucked me greedily, with wet, obscene sounds, her tongue swirling around the head before swallowing me again. I held her by her soaked hair, not pushing, just holding on. She moaned around my shaft, and the vibrations ran straight through me.

Within a minute, I was already losing control.

“Mom... I’m gonna...”

She didn’t pull back. Instead, she took me even deeper, one hand massaging my balls while the other stroked the base of my cock. I came hard down her throat, long and powerful spurts. She swallowed every drop, still sucking gently until I softened in her mouth. Only then did she rise, press her lips to mine, and kiss me deeply. I tasted my own cum on her tongue.

“This is just the beginning, baby, ” she whispered. “Now let’s go have dinner. After that... we’ll continue.”

We left the bathroom naked. Mom threw on her short robe but didn’t bother tying it. I slipped on just a pair of shorts. When we sat down at the table, I didn’t know what to say. Mom smiled softly and started feeding me from her spoon, just like when I was little. But this time her heavy breasts rested on the edge of the table, her hard nipples brushing against the plate, my hand, even my arm whenever I reached for anything.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I leaned in and took one swollen nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. Mom moaned loudly and leaned back in her chair, slowly spreading her legs.

“You want to do it... right here?” I asked, breathing hard.

“Right here, ” she answered, pulling me toward her by the hand.

I grabbed her firm ass, lifted her onto the table, and pushed the half-eaten dinner aside. Standing between her thighs, I let her pull my shorts down. She wrapped her hand around my cock again — I was already rock-hard once more. Mom lifted her legs and spread them wide. Her pussy opened for me, hot, wet, and glistening.

She guided the head of my cock to her entrance and looked straight into my eyes with pure lust. I pushed forward slowly. God, she was so tight inside. Mom gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist. I started moving — gently at first, then faster and harder. Her moans grew louder as raw desire took over. Finally, she couldn’t hold back:

“Yes, baby... deeper... that’s it... Fuck Mommy harder...”

I gripped her hips and thrust faster. The table creaked beneath us. She was moving with me perfectly, grinding back against every stroke, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue kept sliding over her swollen lips, as if she wanted my cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time. A few more minutes of pure bliss, and she came first.

Mom’s whole body started shaking. Her pussy clenched around my cock in strong, rhythmic waves, milking me. I couldn’t hold back any longer...

I thrust deep one last time, burying myself to the hilt, right up against her cervix, and came hard inside her. Thick, powerful spurts of cum flooded her pussy as Mom whispered breathlessly:

“Yes, baby... All of it inside Mommy... I love it when you fill me up.”

I collapsed on top of her, and we stayed like that for a long minute, panting against each other’s skin. I felt her warm fingers gently cupping my balls, tenderly massaging them as if she were squeezing out every last drop. Then she found my lips, pulling me into a deep, wet, hungry kiss that made the world go dark around me.

After what felt like forever, Mom finally pulled back and smiled, her eyes shining.

“Now you know what’s waiting for you every single day, sweetheart. Morning, evening... whenever you want me.”

I closed my eyes, dizzy at the thought. The rest of the day passed in a haze. I went to the university, but I couldn’t focus for a single minute. All I could think about was Mom — the way we’d fucked like animals on the kitchen table, and that incredible blowjob in the shower, when I first felt her soft, loving lips wrapped around my cock.

That night, I slept in her bed for the first time. Mom climbed on top of me, and I surrendered completely to the sweetness of her touch. She rubbed her heavy breasts against my chest, teasing my nipples with hers, while whispering hot, tender nonsense in my ear. Her hand never left my cock — stroking it slowly, lovingly, playing with my balls. I was losing my mind from her filthy, addictive kisses until she finally straddled me.

Mom lowered herself slowly, taking every inch of my cock into her tight, wet pussy. She rode me with smooth, sensual movements, her full breasts swaying right above my face. I sucked on her hard nipples and squeezed her tits while she moaned softly:

“Yes, my sweet boy... Yes, my man...”

We came together. Mom clenched her pussy around me, milking my cock with rhythmic pulses as I pumped another thick load deep inside her. Then she lay down on top of me, covering my face and lips with quick, grateful kisses.

“My love... I’ve dreamed about this for so long, ” she whispered. “All those years watching you grow up, seeing your cock get bigger and stronger... I wanted it more and more. I wanted to feel it inside me, to kiss it, to worship it... I wanted you to—”

“Fuck you?” I took her face in my hands and looked straight into her eyes.

She blushed and looked away for a second.

“Yes, ” she admitted softly.

“Say it, ” I whispered, licking her lips. She immediately caught my tongue and sucked it greedily before pulling back, cheeks burning.

“I wanted you to fuck me, son. And I hope... we can keep fucking from now on. Whenever you want. Wherever you want.”

“Anywhere I want?” I asked.

Mom didn’t answer with words. Instead, she gave me a long, deep kiss that said everything. We fell asleep in each other’s arms like lovers who had finally found one another after years apart, my cock still buried deep inside her.

And that’s how we’ve been living ever since.

Every morning starts with either a slow, loving blowjob or Mom climbing on top of me. She loves riding me — she thinks she’s in control that way. In reality, I grab her hips and fuck her however I want, and she absolutely loves it.

Almost every evening we end up fucking somewhere in the house: on the kitchen table, on the couch while pretending to watch TV, or in the shower where we can clean up right after.

Mom often begs me to take her from behind. She gets on all fours on the bed, I lube up her tight asshole, and slide in slowly at first, letting her adjust. Then I fuck her hard, gripping her arms or pulling her hair. Strangely enough, getting fucked in the ass makes her cum two or three times before I finally fill her. She screams like crazy: “Yes, baby! Harder, son! Fuck me harder!”

We don’t feel ashamed. We don’t worry about what “people might say.” This is our life, and we enjoy every filthy second of it.

Yesterday, for example, Mom looked at me with that naughty sparkle in her eyes and said:

“I want to try something new... Tomorrow I’ll buy some toys. And maybe... we should invite your aunt over for a visit.”

She smiled slyly.

“But that’s a whole different story.”

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