I came home from college for the summer and the house felt too quiet, too hot. Mom was in the kitchen in a thin tank top and shorts, her tits straining against the fabric, nipples hard from the AC. She looked up and smiled, but there was something different in her eyes.
"Missed you, baby," she said, voice low.
I dropped my bag and walked straight to her. "Missed you too, Mom." My hands went to her waist, pulling her against me. She didn't pull away. Instead she pressed closer, feeling my cock harden against her stomach.
"Fuck, you're big," she whispered, grinding once. "We shouldn't."
But her hand was already on my zipper, yanking it down. She pulled my cock out and stroked it hard, thumb smearing the precum. "Goddamn, look at this. My son's thick cock."
I grabbed her tank top and ripped it down. Her heavy tits spilled out. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting just enough to make her moan. She stroked me faster, then dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor.
She took me deep, no teasing, just wet, sloppy sucking. Spit ran down my balls while she gagged herself on my dick. "Tastes so fucking good," she mumbled around it, eyes watering. I fucked her mouth, holding her head, using her throat until she pulled off gasping.
"Bedroom. Now."
We didn't make it to the bed. I bent her over the couch, yanked her shorts down, and slammed into her soaked pussy in one thrust.
She was tight, hot, dripping. "Yes! Fuck your mother," she grunted, pushing back to take every inch. I pounded her hard, skin slapping, her ass rippling with every thrust.
She came first, screaming, pussy clenching and squirting around my cock. I didn't stop. I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and drove deeper. Her tits bounced with every stroke. I slapped them, pinched the nipples, called her a filthy mom who needed her son's cum.
"Fill me up," she begged. "Breed this pussy."
I exploded inside her, thick ropes pumping deep while she milked me, coming again. We didn't stop there. She rode me on the floor, then I took her ass while she fingered her clit, both of us swearing and sweating until we passed out tangled together.
By morning we were at it again in the shower, her bent against the tiles, my cum still leaking down her thighs. We knew it was wrong, but neither of us could stop.
