She shoved me down on the bed the second the door clicked shut. "Strip," she ordered, voice low and rough like she already owned me. I yanked my clothes off fast, cock already hard and leaking just from the way she looked at me. Mommy stood there in nothing but a silk robe that barely covered her heavy tits and that thick bulge between her legs. She let the robe fall open and there it was, her fat cock swinging heavy, half-hard and already bigger than mine.
"Look at that little dick twitching for Mommy's cock," she said, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze. "You want it bad, don't you?"
"Yes, Mommy," I breathed, spreading my legs without thinking.
She climbed on the bed and fed me her cock right away. No teasing, just shoved the head past my lips and pushed until my throat stretched around her. I gagged but she didn't pull back. She fucked my mouth slow and deep, holding my head with both hands while her balls slapped my chin. Spit ran down my neck. She tasted clean and a little salty, and every time she bottomed out I felt her throb against my tongue.
When she pulled out I was gasping. She flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and spit on my hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two, working me open fast and rough. "You're gonna take every inch," she growled. "Mommy's cock is going to ruin this tight ass."
She lined up and shoved in. The stretch burned but I pushed back anyway, moaning into the pillow while she sank deeper. Her cock was so fucking thick it felt like it was splitting me. She didn't stop until her hips were flush against my ass and her balls rested against mine. Then she started pounding.
Every thrust knocked the air out of me. She grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and fucked like she was trying to break me. Skin slapped loud and wet. My own cock swung useless between my legs, dripping onto the sheets. She reached under me and gave it a couple mean strokes, laughing when I whined.
"You love Mommy's cock in your guts, huh? Say it."
"I love it," I choked out. "Love Mommy's big cock."
She flipped me again so I was on my back, legs spread wide over her shoulders. She slammed back in and started grinding, hitting that spot that made my vision blur. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Sweat dripped off her onto my chest. She leaned down and kissed me messy, tongue fucking my mouth while her cock kept battering my prostate.
I came first, untouched, shooting all over my stomach while I clenched around her. She didn't slow down. She fucked me straight through it until I was shaking and oversensitive, then pulled out and straddled my chest. She stroked her cock fast, aiming at my face.
"Open your mouth," she ordered.
I did. She came hard, thick ropes painting my tongue, lips, and cheeks.
Some landed in my hair. She rubbed the head through the mess, smearing it around, then pushed back into my mouth so I could suck the last drops out.
We stayed like that a minute, her softening cock in my mouth, my ass throbbing and empty. Then she pulled me up against her chest and stroked my hair.
"Good boy," she murmured. "Next time I'm filling that ass too."
I nodded, already half-hard again just thinking about it. Mommy's cock was the only thing I wanted now.
