I walked into the kitchen that night already hard, my dick straining against my jeans after a long day of thinking about her. Mom was at the sink, her back to me, wearing that thin robe that barely covered her ass. She turned around, eyes dropping straight to my crotch, and licked her lips like she had been waiting for this exact moment.
"Been thinking about this all day, haven't you?" she said, voice low and rough. She stepped close, her hand grabbing my bulge without hesitation. "Big fucking cock just for me."
I didn't answer with words. I shoved my pants down and let it spring free, thick and veiny, the head already leaking. Mom dropped to her knees right there on the tile floor, no teasing, no slow build. She wrapped her fingers around the base, squeezed hard, and opened her mouth wide.
Her tongue dragged up the underside in one long, wet stroke, then she sucked the head in like she was starving. Hot, tight suction pulled me deeper. She bobbed fast from the start, spit running down my shaft, dripping onto her robe. Gagging sounds filled the kitchen every time she took me to the back of her throat. Her eyes watered but she didn't stop, just moaned around my cock like it tasted better than anything else.
"Fuck, Mom," I growled, grabbing her hair. She looked up at me, mouth stretched wide, and pushed forward until her nose pressed against my stomach. She held it there, throat working, swallowing around me. When she pulled back, strings of saliva connected her lips to my dick.
She jerked me with both hands while she caught her breath. "You like when your mother chokes on this cock? Say it."
"Yeah, I fucking love it," I said. "Suck it harder."
She did. Mouth back on me, sloppy and loud, cheeks hollowing. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them, tugging just enough to make my legs shake. She pulled off again only to spit on the head and smear it down with her fist before diving back in. Her robe had fallen open, tits bouncing as she worked.
I lasted maybe five minutes before I warned her. She didn't pull away. She took the first thick spurt straight down her throat, then pulled back so the rest painted her tongue. She showed me the load before swallowing every drop, licking her lips clean like she wanted more.
We didn't stop there. She stood, bent over the counter, and I fucked her from behind until she came twice, but the best part was always watching her drop to her knees again afterward, cleaning my cock with that same hungry mouth.
Every night since then has been the same raw routine. No romance, no excuses. Just my mother on her knees, sucking my cock like it's the only thing that matters.
