I came home from college that summer hotter than ever for her. She was in the kitchen, wearing that thin robe that barely covered her thick ass, her big tits straining against the silk. Mom turned and smiled, but her eyes dropped straight to my crotch where my cock was already half-hard just from seeing her.
"Missed you, baby," she said, voice low. Her nipples poked out hard. She knew what she was doing.
I didn't waste time. I walked up, grabbed her hips, and pulled her against me so she could feel my dick pressing into her belly. "Missed this body," I growled.
My hands slid down and squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them. She gasped but didn't pull away. Instead she rubbed back against me.
"Fuck, you've grown," she whispered, reaching down to grip my shaft through my jeans. She squeezed hard, stroking the length. "This cock's bigger than your dad's ever was."
I yanked her robe open. Her heavy tits spilled out, nipples dark and stiff. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her moan. My hand went between her legs. She was already soaked, pussy lips puffy and dripping. Two fingers slid right into her tight cunt. She was burning hot inside, clenching around me.
"Oh god, son, finger that pussy," she hissed, grinding down on my hand. Her juices ran down my knuckles. I pumped her fast, thumb rubbing her swollen clit while I sucked her other tit. She came quick, legs shaking, flooding my fingers with cream.
I spun her around, bent her over the counter, and ripped my jeans open. My cock sprang out, thick and veined, head already leaking. I rubbed it up and down her slit, coating myself in her slick. Then I slammed in balls-deep in one thrust.
"Fuuuuck!" she screamed. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, hot and wet and perfect. I didn't go slow. I fucked her hard, hips slapping her ass, making those cheeks ripple. Each thrust bottomed out, hitting her cervix. She pushed back, meeting every stroke.
"Harder, baby, wreck your mom's cunt," she begged. I reached around and pinched her clit while pounding her. The wet sounds filled the kitchenslap, squelch, slap. Her juices coated my balls. She came again, squirting around my cock, soaking the floor.
I pulled out, spun her, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around me as I drove back in. I sucked her tits while I fucked her, biting the nipples, leaving marks. She clawed my back, moaning filthy shit. "Fill me up, son. Pump that load in your mother's pussy."
I grabbed her throat lightly and hammered faster. Her tits bounced with every thrust. When I felt my balls tighten I buried deep and exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. She came with me, milking every drop, pussy pulsing around my shaft.
We didn't stop there. I carried her to the couch, laid her down, and ate her out, tongue fucking her creampied hole while she sucked my cock clean. She tasted like both of us. Then she climbed on top, sank down on my dick again, and rode me reverse, ass bouncing, telling me how long she'd wanted this.
By the time the sun went down I'd flooded her three more timesonce in her ass after she begged for it, once down her throat, and once more deep in her cunt while she called me her good boy. We were both dripping, marked, and already planning round two.
She looked at me with that satisfied, dirty smile. "Welcome home, son. This pussy's yours now."
