She was standing at the kitchen counter in nothing but a thin tank top when I walked in, her massive tits straining the fabric, nipples poking hard against the cotton. My mom, the busty MILF everyone in the neighborhood stared at, bent over to grab something from the fridge and her heavy breasts swung free, full and round with that deep cleavage I had jerked off to for years.
"Fuck, Mom," I said, voice low. "You know what that does to me."
She straightened up slow, turned, and smirked. "Then come do something about it, baby. I've been wet all morning thinking about your cock."
I crossed the room fast, grabbed her by the hips and spun her around. My hands slid up under that tank top, fingers sinking into those huge, soft tits. They overflowed my palms, warm and heavy, nipples thick and stiff. I squeezed hard, rolling them between my fingers while she moaned and pushed back against me.
"Goddamn, these tits are fucking perfect," I growled, yanking the top up and over her head. Her breasts bounced free, big and pale with wide pink areolas. I buried my face between them, sucking one nipple deep into my mouth while my hand worked the other, pinching and tugging until she gasped.
She reached back, found my cock through my jeans and squeezed. "Get it out. I want that dick in my mouth right now."
I shoved my pants down. My cock sprang free, already leaking. Mom dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and wrapped both hands around the shaft.
Her tits pressed together under it, creating a warm, soft valley as she licked the head, tongue swirling over the slit before she took me deep.
She sucked loud and sloppy, spit running down my balls while those massive tits jiggled with every bob of her head. I fucked her mouth, watching my cock disappear between her lips, her cheeks hollowing. "That's it, Mom. Suck that cock like the dirty MILF you are."
She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her mouth to my dick. "Fuck me, son. Right here. Bend me over and pound this pussy."
I hauled her up, bent her over the counter, and yanked her shorts down. Her ass was thick and round, pussy already glistening. I slapped my cock against her wet slit a few times, then drove in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, gripping the counter as I started fucking her hard, the wet sound of skin slapping filling the kitchen.
Her tits swung beneath her with every stroke. I reached around, grabbed them, used them like handles while I slammed into her. "You like your son's cock stretching this cunt?" I grunted.
"Yes! Fuck yes, give it to me harder!"
I pounded her deep and fast, her pussy clenching around me, juices dripping down her thighs. When I felt her start to come, I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs spread wide, I shoved back inside and fucked her face-to-face, watching those huge tits bounce and slap together.
She came again, screaming, nails digging into my back. I kept thrusting through it until my balls tightened and I unloaded deep inside her, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, her tits pressed against my chest. She kissed me slow, tongue sliding into my mouth. "Round two in the shower," she whispered. "And this time I want you to fuck these big tits until you paint them white."
I was already getting hard again inside her.
