I came home from college that summer and everything changed the second I saw her. Mom had put on more weight, her body thick and soft everywhere, belly hanging over her waistband, tits massive and sagging heavy in a too-small tank top, ass wide and jiggling with every step. She was forty-eight, divorced, and lonely as hell. I was twenty-one and horny all the time. We both knew it was wrong the moment our eyes met across the kitchen.
She didn’t bother hiding it. “You’ve been staring at these fat tits since you walked in,” she said, voice low and rough. She lifted her shirt right there, letting those heavy, veined breasts spill out. Dark nipples already hard. “Come here and suck them like you used to when you were a baby. Only this time I want your cock in me after.”
I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed a handful of soft belly, squeezed, and latched onto one thick nipple. She moaned loud, pushing my face deeper into her warm flesh. Her hand went straight down my pants, wrapping around my dick and stroking it rough and fast.
“Fuck, you’re hard for your fat mom already,” she growled. “Get it out. I want to see what I made.”
I dropped my shorts. My cock sprang up thick and leaking. She dropped to her knees with a grunt, belly resting on her thighs, and swallowed me whole. Her mouth was hot and sloppy, spit running down my balls while she gagged herself on purpose. She looked up at me the whole time, eyes watering, cheeks stretched around my shaft.
“Mom’s gonna fuck her own son tonight,” she said when she pulled off, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. “Right here on the kitchen floor. Then in my bed. Then wherever the fuck you want.”
She stood, turned around, and bent over the table. Her huge ass spread wide on its own, cheeks fat and dimpled. She reached back and pulled them apart, showing me her wet, hairy pussy and tight asshole.
“Stick it in your mother’s cunt. Now.”
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was soaked, tight around me, and she screamed in pleasure. Her body shook with every slam of my hips. The table creaked. Her belly slapped against the wood. I grabbed two handfuls of her wide hips and fucked her like I hated her, balls-deep, skin slapping loud and wet.
“Harder, you little bastard,” she snarled. “Fuck the fat off me. Make your mom come on your dick.”
She came first, pussy clenching and squirting down her thick thighs. I didn’t stop. I kept pounding until I unloaded deep inside her, filling her up while she begged for every drop.
We didn’t leave the house for three days. She rode me on the couch, her massive tits swinging in my face while she ground her fat ass down on my cock. She sat on my face and smothered me with her heavy belly and dripping cunt until I couldn’t breathe. I fucked her from behind in the shower, watching her ass ripple. She jerked me off onto her tits and rubbed it in like lotion.
By the end of the week she was walking around the house naked, belly and tits out, telling me exactly how she wanted her son’s cock next. “Tomorrow you’re fucking my ass,” she said one night, already fingering her own hole while I watched. “And you’re not pulling out until I say so.”
I did exactly what my fat mom told me. Every filthy, incestuous thing she wanted. And I never wanted it to stop.
