I came home from work that hot summer night and there she was, my mom, bent over the kitchen counter in those tight cutoff shorts. Her ghetto booty was massive, round and heavy, the kind that jiggled with every move she made. She was 42, thick as hell, with skin the color of dark honey and an ass that looked like it was made for fucking. I had just turned 21 and couldn't stop staring at it.
"Damn, boy, quit lookin' at my ass like that," she said without turning around, her voice low and rough. She knew I was watching. She always knew.
I walked up behind her and grabbed two handfuls of that fat booty, squeezing hard. It overflowed my hands, soft but firm underneath. "This ghetto booty got me fucked up, Ma," I growled. She pushed back against me, grinding that huge ass right on my dick through my jeans.
"You want it? Say it," she told me, turning her head to look at me with those dark eyes. Her lips were shiny with gloss.
"I want to fuck my mom's ghetto booty," I said straight out. No point in sugarcoating it. We'd been dancing around this for months since Dad left.
She reached back, unzipped me, and pulled my hard cock out. It was thick and already leaking. She stroked it a couple times then bent back over the counter, spreading her legs. Those shorts came down easy, revealing a black thong buried between those massive cheeks.
I yanked the thong aside and saw her pussy, already wet and puffy.
I slammed into her in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping my dick like she didn't want to let go. "Fuck yes, fuck your mama's pussy," she moaned, pushing that big ass back to meet every stroke. Her booty clapped loud every time my hips hit it. The sound filled the kitchen.
I grabbed her hips and pounded harder, watching that ghetto booty ripple and shake. It was hypnotic, the way it bounced. Sweat started dripping down her back. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fucked her deep.
"Harder, son. Tear this ass up," she demanded. I pulled out, spat on her asshole, and pushed two fingers in while I kept fucking her pussy. She screamed and came quick, her walls pulsing around me.
I wasn't done. I pulled out, spread those fat cheeks wide, and pressed my cock against her tight asshole. "You gonna take it in the ass too?" I asked.
"Give it to me," she said, pushing back. I worked it in slow at first, then buried it balls deep. Her ghetto booty swallowed my whole dick. I fucked her ass rough, smacking those cheeks until they were red. She was moaning like a slut, telling me how good her son's cock felt stretching her out.
We moved to the couch. She climbed on top, facing away so I could watch that booty bounce while she rode me reverse. It jiggled and clapped with every drop of her hips. I reached around and played with her big tits, pinching her nipples while she worked my dick with her ass and pussy.
She came again, then I flipped her on her back, legs pushed up by her head. I fucked her missionary, staring down at her face while I drove into that wet pussy. "Cum in me," she begged. "Fill your mama's cunt."
I busted deep inside her, pumping load after load while she milked me with her walls. We stayed like that, breathing hard, my cock still twitching in her.
After that night it became regular. Every time I got home she'd be waiting with that ghetto booty ready, shorts down or skirt hiked up. Sometimes I'd eat her pussy first, burying my face between those thick thighs and that fat ass. Other times she'd suck me off, taking my dick down her throat while I slapped her booty.
One night she let me fuck her outside on the back porch, bent over the railing with the neighborhood right there. Her ghetto booty was on full display under the streetlights, and I pounded it until she squirted down her legs.
We never talked about stopping. It was raw and nasty and exactly what we both needed. That big ghetto booty of hers owned me, and I owned it right back, filling every hole whenever I wanted. She was my mom, my slut, and that ass was ours.
