Marcus slammed the door behind him after another long shift at the warehouse, sweat still clinging to his dark skin. At 25 he was built solid, arms thick from lifting, but tonight all he could think about was his mama in the kitchen. She was 48, still thick in all the right places, heavy breasts straining her tank top and that wide ass hed been staring at since he moved back home.
Boy, you hungry? she called out, voice low and husky. Denise turned from the stove, hips rolling as she stirred the pot. Her shorts rode up, showing smooth brown thighs. Come here and taste this.
He stepped close, chest brushing her back. Instead of grabbing a spoon he pressed his hard dick against her ass. Im hungry for something else, Mama.
Denise froze for half a second, then pushed back against him. You nasty. We said we wouldnt do this again. But her voice was already breathy and she reached behind to squeeze his cock through his jeans.
Fuck that, Marcus growled. He spun her around, yanked the tank top down so her big tits spilled out, dark nipples already stiff. He sucked one into his mouth, biting just enough to make her moan. His hand shoved down her shorts and found her pussy soaking wet.
Damn, Mama, you dripping for your sons dick again. He shoved two fingers inside her, pumping hard while his thumb rubbed her clit. Denise grabbed the counter and spread her legs wider.
Shut up and fuck me before I change my mind, she hissed. She dropped to her knees right there on the kitchen floor, unzipped him, and pulled out his thick black cock. She licked the head slow, then swallowed half of it, gagging loud and messy. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits as she bobbed, eyes watering but sucking like she needed it.
Marcus held her head and fucked her throat. Thats it, take it all the way. Good nasty mama.
She pulled off gasping, strings of spit connecting her lips to his dick. Bedroom. Now.
They barely made it. Clothes hit the floor in a trail. Denise climbed on the bed on all fours, ass up, pussy glistening. Marcus climbed behind her and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, pushing back to meet every stroke.
He gripped her hips and pounded, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. This pussy mine tonight. Say it.
Its yours, baby. Fuck your mamas cunt. Her voice broke on every thrust. Marcus reached under and rubbed her clit fast until she shook and came hard, juices running down his balls.
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her thick thighs over his shoulders and drove in even deeper. Denise clawed his back, moaning filthy. Harder, Marcus. Breed this pussy like you mean it.
He gave her exactly that, hips snapping, sweat dripping onto her tits. When he was close he pulled out, straddled her chest and stroked his cock over her open mouth. Thick ropes of cum painted her tongue, lips, and tits. She swallowed what she could and licked the rest off her fingers while he watched.
They lay tangled afterward, breathing hard. Denise traced circles on his chest. We keep doing this, boy, were gonna get caught.
Marcus kissed her neck. Then we better make it count every time. His hand slid back between her legs, already getting hard again. Denise smiled, spread wider, and pulled him on top of her once more.
