The house was quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Mark, twenty-two and home from college for the summer, sat on the couch in nothing but boxers when his mother walked in from the kitchen. Linda was forty-five, still thick in the hips and heavy in the tits, wearing a thin tank top and short cotton shorts that barely covered her ass. She carried two beers and handed him one without a word.
She sat down right next to him, thigh pressed against his. "Your father's out of town again," she said, voice low. "House feels empty." Her hand landed on his leg, fingers sliding up under the leg of his boxers until she found his cock already half-hard.
Mark didn't pull away. He set the beer down and spread his legs wider. "You know what you're doing, Mom?"
Linda wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed. "I've been thinking about this cock for months. Been watching you walk around here half-naked. Time we stopped pretending."
She pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang free, thick and veined. She leaned over and took the head straight into her mouth, sucking hard and wet, no teasing. Spit ran down his balls as she bobbed, taking more each time until her nose pressed into his stomach. Mark grabbed her hair and fucked her throat in short thrusts, grunting every time she gagged.
Linda pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock. "Get these shorts off me." She stood and he yanked them down, exposing her shaved pussy already glistening. She climbed onto his lap, reached back, and sank down on his cock in one smooth motion. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping him all the way to the root.
"Fuck, Mom, you're soaked," he growled, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks as she started riding.
"Been wet for you all week," she answered, voice rough. She bounced harder, tits bouncing under the tank top until he yanked it up and sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down. Linda moaned loud and slammed down faster, cunt making wet sounds every time she took him deep.
They fucked like that for long minutes, her riding, him thrusting up to meet her, both of them cursing and sweating. Then she climbed off, turned around, and bent over the arm of the couch. "Fuck me from behind. Pound your mother's pussy."
Mark stood behind her, lined up, and drove in hard. He gripped her hips and slammed into her, balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Linda reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider for him. "Deeper. Give me every inch."
He fucked her rough and fast, the couch creaking under them. When she started shaking and her cunt clenched, he reached around and rubbed her clit hard until she came, pussy pulsing around his cock, juices running down her thighs.
Mark pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees. "Open." She did, tongue out, and he stroked his cock twice before shooting thick ropes across her face and into her mouth. She swallowed what she could, licking the rest from her lips while he watched.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Linda stood, wiped her face with her tank top, and smiled. "Your father's gone till Sunday. We're not done yet." She took his hand and led him toward the stairs, already reaching back to stroke his cock again.
