I came home from college for the summer and mom was already waiting in the kitchen in a tight tank top with no bra. Her big tits pushed against the thin fabric, nipples hard from the AC. She hugged me tight, pressing those tits right into my chest, and said, "God, I've missed you so much, baby." Her hand lingered on my lower back, sliding down just enough to feel my ass.
We drank wine after dinner. She poured heavy and kept refilling my glass. By the third bottle she was laughing louder, leaning close, telling me how lonely the house felt without dad around. "You're a man now," she said, staring at my crotch. "I bet you've got a big cock like your father."
I didn't answer. My dick was already stiff in my jeans. Mom noticed. She reached over and squeezed it through the denim. "Fuck, it's hard for me already." She didn't let go. She rubbed it slow and firm, then stood up, pulled her tank top off, and dropped her shorts. No panties. Her shaved pussy was right there, lips already wet.
"Suck on these tits first," she ordered, grabbing my head and shoving a nipple into my mouth. I bit and sucked hard while she moaned and ground her bare cunt against my thigh. "That's it, baby. Get mommy wet."
I stood, yanked my pants down, and my cock sprang out thick and veined. Mom dropped to her knees without asking. She wrapped both hands around the shaft and licked the head like she was starving. "Look at this big dick," she muttered, then shoved it down her throat in one go. Spit ran down my balls while she gagged and slurped, eyes watering, but she didn't stop.
She fucked her own face on it until strings of saliva connected her lips to my cock every time she pulled back.
"Get on the table," I told her. She climbed up, spread her legs wide, and held her pussy open with two fingers. "Fuck your mother," she said. "Shove that cock in me right now."
I slammed into her in one thrust. Her cunt was tight and soaked, gripping me all the way to the balls. Mom screamed and clawed my back. "Harder, fuck me harder!" I pounded her on the kitchen table, the wood creaking, her tits bouncing with every slap of my hips. Juice ran down her ass crack and onto the table. She kept begging, "Don't stop, don't you dare stop, cum in mommy's pussy."
I flipped her over, bent her across the table, and took her from behind. Her ass cheeks spread wide while I drove deep. I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit fast and rough. She came first, pussy clamping and squirting around my cock, legs shaking. "Fill me up," she gasped. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her cunt until it overflowed and dripped down her thighs.
We didn't move for a minute. My cock stayed inside her, twitching. Mom reached back, scooped some of the mess onto her fingers, and licked it off. "Tastes good mixed with my pussy," she said. She turned around, kissed me deep so I could taste it too, then dropped to her knees again to clean my cock with her mouth.
Later we moved to the couch. She rode me slow at first, grinding her cum-filled pussy on my dick, then faster until she came again, screaming my name. I flipped her onto her back and fucked another load into her before we finally passed out tangled together.
By morning she woke me up with her mouth on my cock again. "We're doing this every day this summer," she said between licks. "Your father never fucked me like that." I grabbed her hair and pushed her down until she gagged, already planning how I'd take her ass next.
