Marcus came home from college for the weekend and the house smelled like his mom’s cooking. She was in the kitchen, thick ebony body packed into a thin tank top and shorts that barely covered her fat ass. At 45 she still looked built for sin, heavy tits hanging heavy, wide hips, smooth dark skin shining under the lights.
“Boy, you look good,” she said, pulling him into a hug. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she didn’t pull away fast. “Missed you.”
He felt his dick twitch. They had been dancing around this for years. Late-night texts that got too friendly, her sending pictures in lingerie “by accident.” Now the house was empty. Dad was gone for good. It was just them.
She stepped back but kept her hands on his arms. “You hungry or you want something else first?”
Marcus looked her dead in the eye. “I want that pussy you been teasing me with.”
Her lips curled into a nasty smile. “About time you said it out loud.” She grabbed his hand and shoved it down the front of her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers slid through thick, wet ebony folds. “See how wet your momma gets thinking about her son’s dick?”
He pushed two fingers inside her. She was tight, hot, and dripping. She moaned low and started grinding on his hand right there in the kitchen.
“Take those shorts off,” he ordered.
She stripped them down and kicked them away. Her shaved black pussy glistened. Marcus dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thick thighs. He licked her slow at first, then sucked her swollen clit hard. She grabbed his head with both hands and fucked his face, juices running down his chin.
“Eat that pussy, baby. Been waiting years for this tongue.”
He stood up, spun her around, and bent her over the counter. Her big round ass spread for him. He slapped it hard, watching the dark skin ripple, then lined his thick cock up and slammed inside in one stroke. She was soaked. Her cunt gripped him like a fist.
“Fuck!” she yelled. “That’s it, stretch your momma’s hole.”
Marcus fucked her rough and deep, hips slapping against her ass with every thrust. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. He reached around and grabbed her heavy tits, pinching her dark nipples while he pounded her. She came fast, legs shaking, pussy pulsing around his dick.
He didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her to face him, and lifted her onto the counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist. He slid back in and fucked her harder, watching her big tits bounce. She clawed his back and begged for more.
“Cum in me,” she panted. “Fill your momma’s pussy up.”
He slammed deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping into her. She milked every drop, grinding down on him until he was empty.
They didn’t even make it to the bedroom right away. She dropped to her knees and sucked him clean, tongue swirling over his cock and balls, tasting their mixed cum. Then she stood, took his hand, and led him upstairs.
In her bed they went at it again. She rode him reverse, that fat ass bouncing while she slammed down on his cock. He slapped her cheeks red and told her what a nasty mom she was. She loved it, calling herself his black slut, his personal fuck toy.
They fucked through the night. He took her doggy, missionary, sideways, her legs over his shoulders so he could go balls-deep. Every time he came she begged for it inside. By morning she was leaking his load, thighs sticky, both of them sore and satisfied.
She kissed him slow, tongue lazy. “This ain’t stopping just because the weekend’s over. You come home every chance you get and fuck this pussy right.”
Marcus grinned against her mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”
She reached down and stroked his half-hard cock again. “Good boy. Now put it back in me before breakfast.”
