The front door clicked shut behind me and there she was, bent over the kitchen table sorting mail. My mom, Carol, all 280 pounds of thick BBW flesh packed into a too-tight tank top and stretchy shorts that rode up her wide ass. Her heavy tits hung low, nipples poking through the thin fabric like they always did around the house. She looked up and smiled that same smile she’d given me since I turned eighteen last year.
“Hey baby,” she said, voice low and rough. “You’re home early.”
I dropped my bag. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She straightened up slow, letting those massive tits sway. “Yeah? What about me?”
I stepped close, grabbed a handful of her soft belly and squeezed. “This fat fucking body. Been jerking off to it every night.”
Carol didn’t pull away. Her cheeks flushed but her eyes went dark. “You’re my son. We shouldn’t.”
“Bullshit,” I said, yanking her tank top down. Her huge tits spilled out, heavy and veined, nipples dark and stiff. I latched onto one and sucked hard. She moaned, hands already on my belt.
“Fuck, you’re hard already,” she muttered, fishing my cock out. Her thick fingers wrapped around it and stroked once, twice. “Mommy’s boy wants to fuck his fat mom, huh?”
I shoved her shorts down. No panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips fat and already glistening. I slapped her bare ass and watched it ripple. “Bend over the table.”
She did it without argument, spreading her thick thighs. I lined up and slammed in deep on the first thrust. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping me like it had been waiting. Carol grunted loud, pushing back so her huge ass slapped against my hips.
“Harder,” she growled. “Fuck your mommy’s fat pussy harder.”
I gave it to her, pounding deep, balls slapping her clit with every stroke. Her tits dragged across the table, knocking mail to the floor. Sweat rolled down her back. I reached around, grabbed both heavy tits and used them like handles while I railed her.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demanded.
“Feels like my son’s cock is splitting me open,” she panted. “So fucking big. Mommy loves it. Don’t stop.”
I pulled out, spun her around, and pushed her to her knees. She opened wide and swallowed me, gagging when I hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She sucked messy and loud, one hand rubbing her own clit the whole time.
When I was close I hauled her up, bent her over the table again, and shoved back inside. This time I reached under and pinched her clit while I fucked her. Her whole body shook.
“Gonna come on your cock,” she warned. “Gonna soak my son’s dick.”
She did, cunt pulsing, juices squirting around my shaft and down her thick thighs. I kept going, chasing my own orgasm, slapping her ass red until I buried deep and unloaded, pumping cum into her greedy pussy.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her. She looked back over her shoulder, smiling filthy.
“Round two in my bed,” she said. “And this time you’re eating mommy’s creampie first.”
I pulled out, watched my cum drip from her swollen cunt, then followed her down the hall, already hard again. Her wide ass swayed the whole way. We had all weekend.
