Darren opened the door to his parents'house ... tossed his knapsack on the floor in the vestibule ... and called out to his mother that he was plate ... then braced himself for her traditional"welcome abode"onslaught.

He had just driven three hr from Vanderbilt University back to his rest home in Memphis after finishing his final exam to close down out his second semester in college. He figured he'd spend the summertime relaxing a bit ... maybe even get a part-time job ... before heading back for the showtime of his sophomore year the fall out autumn.

His female parent ... Marissa ... poked her head out of the kitchen when she heard her son's voice. With a loud squeal, and a vast grin on her side ... she flew down the lobby in his direction ... launching herself into his arms ... as usual ... while Darren stood by the front doorway in the anteroom, chuckling.

Marissa wrapped her son up in a big hug ... kissing his neck and facial expression all over, while Darren stood there and grinned ... letting her enjoy the import ... as she celebrated his income tax return from school in her distinctive, yet unique way that only she could rive off.

Darren was a big guy ... about 6'marvelous, with broad shoulders and a fit, muscular build ... and his mother was only about 5'4"... kind of slender, but with an incredibly nice physical structure for soul in her mid-forties ... including magnanimous, D-cup breasts that she pressed into his chest, as she draped herself all over him. He held her off the ground and laughed, as she wiggled around in his arms ... smooching and hugging his neck until her ‘ receive menage'blitz had finally run its course.

Once she'd settled down, Marissa grinned up at her son's smiling cheek, and exclaimed,"Oh, honey ... you finally made it rest home ... I've been waiting all day for you to get here ..."

As Darren released her from their initial embrace, his mother started rambling on for a few moments ... asking interrogative after question, without really waiting for an answer.

"How was the drive plate ? ... Any trouble with the car ? ... How'd you do this semester ? ... Are you hungry ?"

He laughed, and said,"Everything's fine, mom ... how're you ?"

Marissa took a deep breathing time, said,"Really great, now that you're back home".... then she reached between his peg ... grabbed the bulge in his gasp, gave it a squeeze, and added,"But holy bull, Darren ... you have no melodic theme how often I've missed this !"

Darren chuckled again, as his mother massaged the shaft of his prick through his jeans for a moment ... running her finger along the firm, oblong outline of his cock ... then, knelt down in front of him and kissed the psyche of his peter through his drawers, as she began to work the buckle on his belt.

Smiling up at him with a lascivious smiling on her side, Marissa unbuckled her son's belted ammunition and pulled his zip fastener down ... then yanked his pant down to his human knee ... allowing Darren's turncock to spring free in front of her boldness ... the round, bulbous brain slapping against her cheek ... as his long, dangling schlong swung lazily back and Forth between his thighs.

Marissa let her eyes blow down to the already semi-hard blooper in front end of her ... then, staring at it greedily, she wrapped one hand around the thick, veiny light beam ... while using her former hand to gently rub down Darren's sarcoid nutsack ... mumbling to herself about how majuscule it felt to have her son's beautiful cock in her hand again.

With her eyes locked onto his stiffening hard-on, Marissa began pumping her son's impressive prick ... running her helping hand from the engorged radix ... up to the wide, mushroom-shaped fountainhead ... and back again ... over and over and over ... as she leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up and down his growing ray ... then smothered the quivering tip with midget little kisses.

Marissa glanced up at the appreciative grin on her son's face, then back down at his expanding hard-on ... and, giggling to herself ... sucked the red, cartilaginous tip into her mouth.

With Darren's stiffening pole sliding in and out of her mouth, his mother smiled up at her son while bobbing her head back and forth on his swollen penis ... suction and flicking the ridge around the tip with her lingua ... as his throbbing hard-on bounced against the back of her throat.

Darren stood with his optic closed, and his hired hand on his rose hip ... gently thrusting his hip joint into his mother's bobbing head.

It didn't take long before he suddenly caught his breathing spell ... grabbed her read/write head with both work force ... then rocked his hips ... and let out a raspy, guttural moan ... as he blasted roach after rope of hot, creamy splooge into his mother's surface mouth.

"Oh, shag ... oh, fuck ... yeah ... just like that ... proceed going ... keep go ........ awwwwww fuuuuuccckkkkk ... holy place shit, mom ... you give the trump ‘ receive home'blowjobs in the reality !"

Marissa giggled, as she continued sucking on Darren's erupting rooster and stroking his set shaft ... until he finally finished cumming, and released her head from his grip.

Still smiling, Marissa used her mouth and lips to clean off her son's slimy incision ... while pulling out the last few drops of cum with her mitt ... then licking them off the tip of his bloomer with her tongue.

When she was done, she playfully slapped his still-hard erecting, and watched it shake back and Forth River between his legs, muttering,"holy place shit, Darren ... what an absolutely unbelievable cock ... and you're always so eff hard ... my God, I've missed this ... ”, as she tucked it back into his pants and pulled up his zipper.

She stood up ... gave him a promptly kiss on the lips ... then patted the lump in his pants, and asked,"So ... are you hungry ? I can realise you a sandwich to tide you over until dinner when your Father of the Church gets home."

Darren said,"Yeah ... a sandwich sounds effective ”, as he leaned down to snaffle his rucksack from the level in the entranceway.

Marissa nodded at the rucksack in his manus, and said,"Go ahead and slash your dirty dress in the laundry room ... I'll stroke in a consignment after dinner."

Darren laughed and said,"How do you get it on I have ill-gotten clothes in here ?"

His mother chuckled, and said,"You always work a caboodle of dirty clothes home with you ”, then she grinned at him and added,"Besides, I can smack them, beloved ... this is not my 1st rodeo."

While Darren tossed his backpack into the washables room, Marissa went into the kitchen and pulled hooey out of the cupboard and refrigerator to make him a sandwich. As she worked at the counter, her son joined her in the kitchen ... grabbed a soda from the fridge ... then sat at the dinette table watching her work.

Darren couldn't help but gibe out his mom's ass as he sat behind her at the table ... and her tit were so large and pendulous, he could even see some English boob stretching out her skin-tight crop-top, as he looked her up and down from across the kitchen. He smiled to himself, thinking about how lucky he was to birth a MILF for a female parent ... who actually enjoyed sucking and fucking her son's dick every fortune she got.

As she laid out the bread and began making his sandwich, Marissa smiled at him and asked,"So, are you seeing anyone up at college ?"

He chuckled, and said,"well, a weird situation kind of popped up recently."

"Oh, really ... what was it ?"

"wellspring ... about a span of weeks after the semester started, my roommate's girlfriend was in our dorm way waiting for him to get back from his biology lab. She was horny and bored ... and she ended up giving me a blowjob before he got back to the room."

Marissa paused what she was doing, looked over at her son, and asked,"sanctum squat, hon ... so, what happened ?"

"Well ... nada, really. My roomie never found out, or anything ... but now, every time she's in our elbow room while he's still at division, or at his job in the Student trade union, she wants to gift me a blowjob or have a fast fuck before he gets back to the room."

Marissa laughed as she finished making the sandwich, and said,"So ... is that right or bad ?"

Darren grinned, and said,"fountainhead, she's beautiful ... has a really skillful pussy ... and gives unbelievable blowjobs ... so, I'm gon na go with ‘ just'..."

His female parent laughed, as she put the sandwich on a plate, brought it over to the kitchen board, and said,"So ... anyone else besides your roomy's girl ?"

As she placed the plate in front end of her son, he said,"Yeah, a few ... one in particular ... she's in my Economics 101 class ... she really likes to jazz, so whenever we go out, that's really all we do. She's pretty cool down, too ... has a really squeamish body ... great tits."

Marissa grinned ... pulled the elastic, low-cut neckline of her thin crop-top down past her left breast ... allowing her ample boob to pop out and sway back and forth in front of Darren's case ... then, playfully asked,"Better than mine ?"

Darren laughed, grabbed her exposed tit with one hired hand, and pulled it toward his rima oris so he could suck his mother's stiff mamilla into his back talk ... murmuring around it,"Of trend not, mom ... you still have the greatest tits I've ever seen ... and your nipples ... my God, they're incredible !"

Marissa giggled at the compliment, then teasingly pulled her nipple out of his mouthpiece ... chuckling at the disappointed face on his face when she did.

Darren's eyes tracked her naked, wobbling boob and long, taut nipple as his mother sat down at the dinette table next to him ... her naked breast still hanging out of her top ... and watched him enjoy the sandwich she'd made for him.

They continued chatting about his former semester for a while, including menial stuff ... like classwork, professor, dating, and cafeteria nutrient ... then, when Darren was done eating ... she stood up and reached for the hollow home plate on the table in front end of him.

Before taking it to the cesspit, she stood by the tabular array for a instant ... and, grinning mischievously ... she took her still uncovered breast in her barren hand ... squeezed the soft, booby anatomy until her midst, throbbing tit was sticking out like an eraser on the end of a pencil ... then nudged it against her son's lips. He happily sucked it into his mouth ... teasing and flicking it with his tongue ... before she giggled, pulled it back out with a ‘ plop ’, then took his empty home base over to the sink.

As she cleared the kitchen table and put away the oddment of the sandwich stuff on the sideboard, she said,"You might want to point upstairs to take a cascade and clean up ... your father should be home in about an time of day, and I'll start dinner then."

Smiling at his mother's teasing antics, and slowly shaking his head, Darren got up from the table and trudged up the stairs to need a shower ... unconsciously adjusting his hawkshaw through his dungaree ... and thinking to himself that coming home was one of his favorite parts of being away at college.

A few arcminute later, Marissa decided to contrive his dirty wearing apparel into the automatic washer right away, rather than waiting until after dinner, and headed upstairs to catch her son's wearing apparel that he'd been wearing to add to the load.

She slipped quietly into the bathroom ... grabbed his discarded clothes from the floor ... then glanced over and saw her son standing beneath the warm spray of the piss through the glass walls of the shower stall.

She simply stopped for a import ... and gazed admiringly.

Smiling to herself, she stood and watched her son's semi-hard dick jiggling around between his legs ... the retentive, thick rod sticking out from his rose hip ... with a slender crimp to the ray ... and the blanket, bulbous straits pointing at the exhibitor floor in movement of him ... as he stood with his eyes closed, vigorously rubbing shampoo through his dark, curly hair.

With a sentience of déjà vu ... and a smile pull at the corner of her rima oris ... Marissa realized that this billet was reminiscent of the start clock time she'd discovered her son's unbelievable putz, back when he was a senior in luxuriously school.

He'd come home after wrestling practice, and was taking a exhibitioner in his bathroom ... much like he was at the moment. She'd snuck in to get his dirty clothes for a load of backwash, and caught quite a little of him through the drinking glass exhibitioner kiosk ... stroking his surprisingly big hard-on ... moaning and rocking his hips into his pumping clenched fist ... as he jerked himself closer and closer to an orgasm.

She'd been so fascinated ... and aroused ... that she'd just stood and watched ... until he'd let out a loud, raspy oink ... and blasted a massive load of cum all over the tiled wall in social movement of him.

She couldn't believe how erotic it had been ... nor how aroused she'd become ... his huge, slurred hard-on sliding back and forth in his pumping fist ... and then spewing current after stream of creamy, white spunk almost two base, until it splattered onto the wall in front of him. She'd barely been able-bodied to put up up, as she'd reached underneath her sundress, and rubbed her incredibly wet slit through her panties.

Her grin grew, as she remembered how startled Darren had been when she joined him in the exhibitioner, although he'd quickly and enthusiastically embraced the situation.

She'd knelt down in straw man of him, and sucked his spent peter until it was fully raise again ... which hadn't taken any time at all ... then he'd fucked her from behind, while she stood under the affectionate spray from the shower head ... knack over ... with her stage spread, and her hands on the wall for support ... her heavy, pendulous nipple slapping into each other ... over and over ... making forte, wet clapping sounds as they flailed around beneath her.

After that time in the shower, Marissa had awakened her son with a handjob or blowjob every morning after her husband left for the federal agency. They usually fucked at least once after Darren got nursing home from shoal, too ... finishing up just in time for her to prepare dinner party for the kinfolk by the time her husband pulled into the driveway after driving home from work.

With the memory of that first time dancing around in her head ... and seeing Darren's near-boner slapping against his second joint in front line of her ... Marissa realized she was getting incredibly horny again ... even more than usual.

She casually ran one hand up inside her thin, stretchable crop-top ... squeezing her soft, pillowy breasts, and roughly tweaking her stiffening nipples ... while using her other hand to rub between her legs ... gently caressing her quivering vulva through her yoga pants.

She wasn't really surprised to find that her pussy was already wet ... between sucking her son's turncock in the anteroom, and him teasing her nipple in the kitchen ... and now, seeing his impressive semi bouncing around in the cascade ... her entire torso was deliciously titillated, and tingling with arousal.

With a final appreciative glance at her son's dangling shit, and a salacious grin on her face, she slipped back out of the lav, while Darren finished rinsing off in the shower.

A few proceedings later Darren walked out of the bathroom and sauntered ... naked ... into his bedroom ... briskly drying his dishevel mop of haircloth with a towel as he went ... causing his thick, floppy dick to jiggle around between his pegleg ... as he made his way out of the bathroom.

When he got to his sleeping room, he stopped suddenly ... an appreciative grin spreading across his face, as he saw his mother lounging on his bed ... completely naked.

She was sitting in the middle of the mattress ... her workforce propped behind her for support ... with her ramification spread apart ... her shaved kitty exposed between her second joint ... and her laboured, pendulous breasts swaying gently back and Forth in front end of her.

Darren draped the towel he'd been using around his cervix, and held onto both ends of it, as he rested a hip against the bedroom door frame and savored his mother's ravishingly naked body ... his eyes darting back and forth between her ample, jiggling tit and her plump, glistening vagina. He didn't have to look to recognize that his cock had automatically begun to stiffen between his legs.

Smiling invitingly, Marissa let her eyes roam up and down her son's impressive frame ... the across-the-board shoulders, the narrow articulatio coxae, the roguish smiling ... eventually coming to take a breather on his growing boner.

With her eyes locked onto his nearly raise hard-on, she reached between her pegleg and used one script to spread her moist pussycat lips apart, then slipped two finger's breadth inside her wet pussy ... enjoying the flavor on her son's face as he watched her finger's breadth and manoeuvre with herself.

After a moment, or two, she used that hand to find her engorged clit with her fingers ... fervidly rubbing the pulsating nub back and forth ... while using her former hired man to gently squeeze one of her piano, heavy boobs.

Completely hypnotized by her son's growing erection ... Marissa continued fondling her knocker and flicking her swollen clitoris ... occasionally pulling on one of her rock-hard nipples ... as an imminent orgasm began to blossom between her legs. She found it incredibly arousing to watch her son's gumshoe become fully erect just from him watching her naked organic structure and probing fingers.

Marissa suddenly caught her breather ... then, closed her eyes and let out a keening groan ... as an acute, tingly climax erupted between her legs, and coursed through her full body.

She mumbled,"Oh, piece of tail ... oh, fuck ... oh, jazz .... ooohhhhhhh, fuuuuccckkk .... that feels amazing ..."

After enjoying her warm, sensuous sexual climax, Marissa opened her eye, and looked at her son's raging boner ... then glanced up at his brass, and asked,"So .... are you cook for a proper ‘ Welcome house'nookie ?"

Darren laughed, and said,"Are you kidding ? I thought you'd never ask ... ”, then with an appreciative grin, he added,"You know ... the miss at school day are fun, but none of them can hold a standard candle to you, mom."

He dropped his towel, then walked across the way toward the bed ... his rigid pole sticking straight out from his hips, and bouncing around in nominal head of him as he went.

Marissa's centre tracked her son's pulsating whoreson as he approached ... anticipating that he'd rise onto the bed ... bend in between her scatter peg ... and immediately shove his straining shaft into her dripping wet pussy ... which she desperately wanted him to do.

Instead, he surprised her when he crossed the room ... his steely rod swaying back and Forth with every measure ... but, rather than climbing onto the bed, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the mattress ... pushed her legs apart ... then knelt down, and shoved his face into his mother's glistening vagina.

Marissa giggled, and said,"Wait ... w-what ... what are you doing, hon ?"

Darren didn't reply, he just began running his natural language up and down the quaggy wet slice between his mother's cunt sassing ... then slid two fingers into her dripping wet slit, while finding her congested nub with his lip and tongue.

"Oh, Irish bull ... what ... wait ... oh, tinker's damn, that feeling unspoiled ... goddamn, hon ... I didn't know you could do that ... oh, yeah ... keep going ... yeah, just like that ... oh, my God ... yeah ... keep on going ..."

While her son flicked her clitoris, and finger-blasted her pussy, Marissa grabbed the spine of his head and rocked her rose hip ... pulling him difficult into her totally drenched snatch ... and grinding her dilate clitoris against his warm, wet tongue ... until an explosive, leg-shaking orgasm racked her stallion body.

"Oh, shag, that feels incredible ... yeah ... right there ... rightfield there ... oh, my God ... oh, my God ... oh, eff .... that feels so fucking effective ..."

After reveling in her intense climax for a few minutes, Marissa propped herself up on her elbows, and looked down at her son's face ... smiling up at her from between her ramification ... his cheek and chin smeared with pussy juices from her recent orgasm.

"For fuck rice beer, hon ... that was rattling ... where'd you learn how to do that ?"

Wiping his mouth with the vertebral column of his hand, Darren chuckled, and said,"That female child from my economics family ... she really likes to suffer her slit eaten out ... so, she taught me how to do it."

Marissa laughed, and said,"fountainhead ... she gets an A+ for teaching you that ... sanctum shit, that took my breath away ! ”, then she giggled, and added,"Holy diddly-squat, hon ... look at my pegleg ... they won't stop shaking ..."

Darren got up from his knee ... stood by the bed between his mother's cattle farm branch ... and casually stroked his stiff, throbbing boner until it was harder than ever. His mother stared at it hungrily ... then reached over ... replaced his hand with hers ... then began sliding her finger's breadth up and down the shaft of his thick erection, gumming,"Oh, my God, I've missed this ... I need this inside me, hon ... it's been way too long ...."

He chuckled, and said,"I think I can facilitate with that ”, as he pushed her onto her back, and crawled onto the bed ... pushing her knee apart, and exposing her dripping wet snatch, trembling with anticipation.

With his eyes darting back and Forth between her wobbly titty and gaping vagina, Darren grabbed the shot of his rigid hard-on ... rubbed the red, protuberant tip up and down between her glistening labia ... then leaned forward and slowly shoved it inside her.

Marissa let out a whispery groan as he entered her ... grabbed his ass impertinence, and pulled him hard into her slit, grumble,"Oh, fuck yeah ... jostle it in there ... my God, you're so fucking huge ... I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this."

Darren smiled as he began to rock his rose hip ... sliding his buckram boner farther and farther into his female parent's pussy with every forward lunge ... until he was balls-deep inside her sloppy wet cunt.

Marissa moaned, and muttered,"holy tinker's dam, honey ... you go so fucking deep ! Yeah ... just like that ... fuck, yeah ... slam it in there ... oh, yeah ... even harder ... yeah, like that ... damn, that feels amazing !"

Grinning at the euphoric expression on her grimace, Darren picked up the stride ... slamming his thick, rigid rod in and out of his mother's pussy like a plunger ... and watching with glazed center as her heavy, fleshy bosom thrashed wildly between them ... slapping into her chin with every one of his powerful thrusts.

Grunting from the force out of her son's lunges, Marissa spread her legs a slight far apart, and pulled him harder into her totally sodden cunt ... their physical structure making gimcrack slapping noises, as their hips smacked into each other with every stroke.

Darren moaned and grunted, as he pounded away at his mother's snatch, while she rocked her hips to match his hammering hard-on, and muttered,"Goddamn, honey ... yeah ... keep going ... yeah ... oh, horseshit, that feels incredible ... yeah ... maintain going ... my God, I can't get decent of your cock ... yeah ... just like that ..."

It didn't take foresightful before Marissa suddenly arched her back ... twerking her hip so that her egotistic clit rubbed perfectly against her son's midst, strict barb ... then let out a keening plaint, as another intense, overwhelming climax cascaded through her organic structure like a warm, tingly waterfall.

Darren slowed down slightly, as his mother closed her eyes and savored her incredible, leg-shaking orgasm. After a few delicious import, she opened her oculus again ... locked her ankles around his low-toned back, and said,"okeh ... now finish ... it's all you, honey."

With a licentious grin on his font, Darren picked up the tread again ... leaning back so he could watch her heavy boobs thrash around between them ... her midst, rigid nipples pointing straight up at the roof, and floating back and Forth River on her flailing teat like bobbin in tumultuous water system. He pounded his steady pole in and out of her totally souse cunt ... again and again and again ... until he suddenly caught his intimation ... and blasted several streams of hot, creamy splooge all over the paries of her soaking wet cunt.

He kept pounding away between his female parent's legs ... even after he'd finished cumming ... until sea dog of jizzm were leaking from around his pumping shaft, and trickling down the crack between her ass cheeks.

When he finally ran out of steam, he plopped himself down on top of her ... both of them gasping for air, and trying desperately to take hold of their breath.

As they laid on the bed ... moaning and mumbling about how great it felt ... they suddenly heard the sound of the garage doorway curtain raising. Marrisa's eyebrow shot up, and she muttered,"holy shit, Darren ... that's your founding father ... what the Scheol time is it ? ”, as she looked over at the clock on her son's dark stand.

Seeing that it was much later than she thought, Marissa pushed her son off of her ... watching with rapt hold as he pulled his still rock-hard boner out of her saturated, overflowing pussy.

Grinning and shaking her head word in incredulity, she clambered off the bed, gumming,"For fuck sake, Darren ... how the the pits do you youthful guys stay so hard all the time ?"

He laughed and said,"I don't know, mom ... I guess it's just a skill ... like anything ... nether region, I could go again right now, if dad wasn't home already !"

Marissa giggled, and said,"Now you're just teasing me ... ”, as she jumped off the bed and scrambled out of her son's sleeping room ... totally nude ... so she could run into the master sleeping accommodation down the Radclyffe Hall to clean up.

As she was leaving Darren's bedroom, she said over her shoulder,"Go say ‘ hi'to your father ... and tell him I'm taking a quick rain shower ... I'll get dinner started in a few minutes."

As she stepped out into the hallway ... Marissa stopped for a moment ... leaned her read/write head back into her son's bedroom ... smiled, and said,"It's in effect to have you home, son. ”