Up. Down. Slap-slap-slap. Tits bouncing wild. Hair sticking to her sweaty face. She ground her clit on me like she was trying to start a fire. Nails raked my chest bloody.
“Harder, boy. Your daddy never fucked me like I needed. You gonna leave your mama aching?”
“No ma’am,” I said, and flipped her over.
Slammed in from behind. Grabbed two fistfuls of that big ass and pounded. Balls smacking her clit loud enough to wake the dead. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed into it. Kept pushing back, greedy for more.
I reached around, rubbed her button slick and fast. She went stiff, pussy clamped down like a bear trap, and came so hard the bed shook. Juices ran down my nuts. I kept going, deeper, meaner, chasing my own.
Second time she came she bit the pillow clean in half. Feathers everywhere.
I pulled out, flipped her again, threw her legs over my shoulders and drilled straight down. Her eyes rolled white. Mouth open. Drooling.
“Give it to me, Travis. Fill your mama up.”
Couldn’t hold it. Shot so hard my balls hurt. Rope after rope, pumping her full till it leaked out around my dick and soaked Pa’s sheets.
She milked me dry, thighs shaking, then pulled me down on top of her. Both of us panting like we ran from Comanches.
Outside, Old Yeller started barking at nothing.
Ma laughed, low and filthy. Stroked my hair sticky with sweat.
“Dog’s jealous,” she said. “Reckon he wants seconds on whatever you just fed me.”
I looked down at the mess we made. Cum and pussy juice and blood from where her nails tore me open.
“Tomorrow,” I said, “I’m shooting that dog.”
Ma kissed my forehead, tasted the salt.
“Do it after breakfast,” she said. “Ain’t polite to kill on an empty stomach.”