It was a sticky, hot Friday night in late June. The air conditioner hummed softly through the big suburban house, but it did nothing to cool the tension building between us. Dad had left that morning for a week-long business trip, leaving just me and my forty-five-year-old mother alone for seven full days. I was twenty-one, home from college for the summer, tall and athletic. Mom still turned heads everywhere she went. She had long, wavy auburn hair that reached the middle of her back, full D-cup breasts that swayed heavily when she walked, wide curvy hips, and a plump ass that looked incredible in anything tight.
I was sprawled on the large sectional couch in the living room wearing only loose basketball shorts, watching a late-night action movie. The house was quiet except for the low volume of the TV. Around midnight, I heard soft footsteps on the stairs.
Mom came down wearing almost nothing. A thin white tank top, clearly no bra, and tiny pink sleep shorts that rode high on her thick thighs. Her big, soft nipples were visibly hard, poking against the thin fabric like they were begging for attention.
“Can’t sleep either, sweetheart?” she asked in a low, husky voice as she walked over. Instead of sitting on the other end, she sat right beside me, her bare thigh pressing warmly against mine.
“Yeah… it’s too quiet when Dad’s gone,” I said, trying hard not to stare at her chest.
Mom smiled softly, but there was a nervous excitement in her eyes. She placed her hand on my knee and slowly rubbed upward along my thigh. “You’ve grown into such a handsome, strong young man while you’ve been away at college. I bet all those girls are throwing themselves at you. But none of them know you the way I do.”
Her fingers kept sliding higher, brushing dangerously close to the growing bulge in my shorts. My heart started hammering in my chest.
“Mom… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice shaky.
She bit her full lower lip, cheeks flushing pink. “I’ve been thinking about this for a very long time, baby. Your father hasn’t touched me in almost a year. He’s always too tired, too busy. But I see the way you look at me, honey. The way your eyes follow my breasts and my ass when you think I’m not paying attention. It makes Mommy so wet.”
Before I could even respond, Mom gracefully slid off the couch and knelt between my spread legs on the soft carpet. Her hands trembled with excitement as she hooked her fingers into my shorts and pulled them down. My thick, rock-hard cock sprang free, standing tall and throbbing right in front of her face.
“Oh my God, honey…” Mom gasped, her eyes widening with raw lust. “It’s so much bigger and thicker than your father’s. Look at this beautiful young cock. Mommy’s mouth is watering.”
She wrapped her soft, warm hand around the base and stroked me slowly, admiring every vein. Then she leaned forward and began planting wet, loving kisses all over the swollen purple head. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the precum that was already leaking.
“Mom… we really shouldn’t be doing this…” I groaned, even as my hand gently rested on the back of her head.
“Shhh, baby. Mommy needs this so badly. Let me take care of my big, strong son the way only a mother can.”
She opened her glossy lips and sucked the fat head into her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was pure heaven. She swirled her tongue around the tip, then slowly sank lower, taking more and more of my thick shaft. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds started filling the living room as she began bobbing her head.
“Fuck… Mom… that feels incredible,” I moaned, gripping the couch cushion tightly.
She pulled off for a moment, saliva dripping from her chin onto her heavy tits. “You like Mommy’s mouth, don’t you? Tell me how good it feels, baby.”
“Yes… God yes. Suck my cock, Mom. Please don’t stop.”
She moaned loudly around my shaft and took me even deeper. She relaxed her throat until her nose pressed against my stomach, deepthroating me completely. Thick spit ran down her chin and soaked the front of her white tank top, making it completely transparent. Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric.
I couldn’t believe this was real. My own beautiful mother was on her knees in our living room, sucking my cock like a hungry slut.
Mom pulled back, gasping for air, long strings of saliva still connecting her lips to my throbbing dick. “I want your cum, sweetheart. Mommy wants to taste every single drop of her son’s hot, thick load. Please feed it to me.”
She dove back down with pure hunger. One hand stroked the base firmly while the other gently massaged my balls. Her head moved faster and faster — loud, wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoing through the room as she gave me the sloppiest, most loving blowjob of my life. Her heavy tits bounced wildly inside the soaked tank top with every bob.
I could feel my orgasm building fast. “Mom… I’m getting really close!”
Instead of pulling away, she sucked even harder, looking up at me with loving, lust-filled eyes. That look pushed me over the edge.
“Fuck! Mom!” I groaned loudly as my cock exploded in her mouth.
Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum blasted straight down her throat. Mom swallowed greedily, moaning with pleasure as she took every spurt. She kept sucking and milking me with her lips and tongue until she had drained me completely dry.
Finally she pulled off with a wet pop, opened her mouth to show me it was all gone, then swallowed one last time.
“Mmm… you taste so good, baby,” she purred, licking her lips clean. “So much better than I ever imagined.”
She stood up, peeled off her soaked tank top, and let her big, heavy breasts spill free. Her nipples were rock hard. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and kissed me deeply. I could clearly taste my own cum on her tongue as she ground her wet pussy against my still-hard cock through her tiny shorts.
“This weekend is only the beginning, sweetheart,” she whispered hotly against my lips. “Mommy is going to suck your cock every single morning when you wake up and every single night before bed. And if you want… Mommy will let you do so much more to her. Anything you want.”
She kissed me again, slower and more passionately.
“Welcome home, my big boy. Mommy has been waiting for this moment for years.”
