It started as a stupid, drunken idea on a quiet Friday night.
My mom, Lisa, had turned 42 a month ago but still looked stunning. She had a lush, curvy body — heavy D-cup breasts that swayed when she moved, a soft tummy, wide hips, a thick juicy ass, and thick thighs that rubbed together. Tonight she was wearing a tight white tank top with no bra and tiny grey cotton shorts that rode up her ass. Her long auburn hair was loose, and her cheeks were flushed from the three glasses of red wine she’d already finished.
I was 21, home from college, and feeling bold after a few beers. We were sitting on the living room floor with cards scattered between us.
“Come on, Mom. Strip poker. Just one night,” I teased.
She laughed loudly. “Jake, you’re out of your mind. I’m your mother!”
“I know. That’s why it’ll be funny. Unless you’re scared you’ll lose…”
She narrowed her eyes, the wine making her competitive. “Fine. But when I win, you’re doing every chore in this house for the next month. No excuses.”
“Deal.”
The first few hands went her way. I lost my shirt and socks. Mom was giggling, feeling confident, sipping more wine.
Then luck shifted hard.
I won the next hand.
Mom’s smile faded. “Seriously, Jake?”
“Take something off, Mom.”
She hesitated for a long moment, then stood up on shaky legs. She turned slightly and slid her grey shorts down, revealing black lace panties that disappeared between her plump ass cheeks. She quickly sat back down, thighs pressed together.
Next hand.
I won again.
“Jake… please,” she whispered, but she still pulled her tank top over her head. Her heavy breasts spilled out, full and soft, large pink nipples already stiff from the cool air. She immediately covered them with her arms, face burning red.
“Hands down, Mom. No covering. That’s the rule.”
She slowly lowered her arms, exposing her big tits to her son. Tears were starting to form in her eyes.
I kept winning.
Her bra came off completely. Then, with a broken sob, she stood up and pushed her panties down her thick thighs. Her smooth, shaved pussy was now completely bare — puffy pink lips already glistening with unwanted wetness.
Mom stood there completely naked in front of me, trying to cover her breasts and pussy at the same time, tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Jake… baby, please… let’s stop,” she begged, voice trembling. “This has gone too far. I’m your mother.”
I stood up, my cock painfully hard in my shorts. I walked over to her slowly.
“Get on your knees, Mom.”
“No… Jake, don’t do this,” she cried, backing up until her legs hit the couch. “This is wrong. I’m begging you.”
I gently but firmly grabbed her hair and pushed her down onto her knees. “Open your mouth.”
She sobbed but parted her lips. I pulled my thick, hard cock out and pushed it into her warm, wet mouth.
“That’s it… suck your son’s cock like a good naughty mom.”
I held her head and slowly fucked her face. She gagged and drooled heavily, mascara running down her cheeks, but her tongue still moved around my shaft. The sight of my own mother crying while sucking me was incredibly arousing.
After several minutes of deep face-fucking, I pulled out, strings of saliva dripping from her chin.
“On the couch. Lie on your back and spread your legs as wide as you can.”
She was shaking as she lay back on the sofa. “Please, Jake… I’m your mother. Don’t put it inside me. I’m begging you.”
I knelt between her thick thighs and rubbed my cock up and down her soaked slit.
“Look how wet your pussy is, Mom. You’re dripping for your own son.”
She turned her head away in shame, crying softly.
I slapped her swollen clit with my cock. “Tell me you want it.”
“I can’t… please don’t make me say it,” she sobbed.
I pushed the thick head inside her tight entrance. She gasped loudly as her own son stretched her pussy open.
“Oh God… Jake… you’re inside me… this is so wrong…”
I thrust deeper, burying half my cock in her warm, soaking cunt. Then I started fucking her with long, hard strokes, watching her heavy tits bounce wildly with every thrust. The wet, obscene slapping sounds of my cock pounding her pussy filled the living room.
“Cum for me, Mom,” I growled.
She shook her head, crying, but her hips were starting to move against me involuntarily.
I fucked her harder, slamming into her. “Cum for me, you naughty fucking mom. Cum on your son’s cock like the slut you are.”
Her body betrayed her completely. Her pussy clenched hard around me and she came violently — screaming, legs shaking uncontrollably, juices squirting around my cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
I didn’t stop. I kept pounding her through it, then flipped her over onto all fours on the couch. I fucked her hard doggystyle, gripping her wide hips, watching her plump ass ripple with every powerful thrust. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit.
“Cum for me again.”
She came a second time, sobbing and moaning loudly, her pussy gushing.
I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and pushed her legs all the way up to her shoulders in a deep mating press. I drove into her as deep as possible, balls slapping against her ass.
“I’m going to cum inside you, Mom.”
“No… please not inside… I’m not on the pill,” she begged weakly, tears streaming down her face.
Too late. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb. I kept pumping, filling her completely until cum was leaking out around my cock and dripping down her ass.
When I finally pulled out, a huge creamy load of my cum poured from her stretched, well-fucked pussy.
I looked down at my naked, crying, cum-filled mother lying there with her legs still spread.
“Next weekend we’re playing strip poker again,” I told her calmly. “And you’re going to lose even more. Understand, Mom?”
She didn’t answer. She just lay there breathing heavily, my cum slowly leaking out of her well-fucked hole, tears still rolling down her flushed cheeks.
