Darren opened the threshold to his parents'house ... tossed his back pack on the floor in the lobby ... and called out to his mother that he was habitation ... then braced himself for her traditional"welcome home"onslaught.

He had just driven three minute from Vanderbilt University back to his home in Memphis after finishing his final exam to close out his second semester in college. He figured he'd spend the summer relaxing a bit ... maybe even get a parttime job ... before heading back for the startle of his sophomore class the following 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 huge grin on her case ... she flew down the hall in his direction ... launching herself into his arms ... as common ... while Darren stood by the front door in the foyer, chuckling.

Marissa wrapped her son up in a big hug ... kissing his neck and fount all over, while Darren stood there and grinned ... letting her enjoy the import ... as she celebrated his comeback from schoolhouse in her typical, yet unique way that only she could pull off.

Darren was a big guy ... about 6'grandiloquent, with broad shoulder joint and a fit, sinewy build ... and his mother was only about 5'4"... sort of slender, but with an incredibly nice body for someone in her mid-forties ... including prominent, D-cup breasts that she pressed into his bureau, as she draped herself all over him. He held her off the basis and laughed, as she wiggled around in his weapons system ... snuggling and hugging his neck opening until her ‘ welcome household'linebacker blitzing had finally run its course.

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

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

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

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

Marissa took a deep breath, said,"Really groovy, now that you're back home".... then she reached between his pegleg ... grabbed the bulge in his pant, gave it a squeeze, and added,"But holy shit, Darren ... you have no idea how much I've missed this !"

Darren chuckled again, as his mother massaged the ray of his dick through his denim for a moment ... running her fingers along the firm, oblong outline of his prick ... then, knelt down in front end of him and kissed the head of his prick through his pants, as she began to process the warp on his belt.

Smiling up at him with a lascivious grin on her face, Marissa unbuckled her son's smash and pulled his zipper down ... then yanked his trousers down to his knees ... allowing Darren's tool to spring free in presence of her facial expression ... the round, bulgy head slapping against her cheek ... as his hanker, dangling schlong swung lazily back and Forth River between his thighs.

Marissa let her oculus drift down to the already semi-hard boner in front man of her ... then, staring at it greedily, she wrapped one bridge player around the thick, veiny shaft ... while using her other helping hand to gently knead Darren's overweight nutsack ... mumbling to herself about how corking it felt to have her son's beautiful stopcock in her hired hand again.

With her eyes locked onto his stiffening hard-on, Marissa began pumping her son's telling prick ... running her bridge player from the gormandise base ... up to the all-inclusive, mushroom-shaped head ... and back again ... over and over and over ... as she leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up and down his growing shaft ... then smothered the quivering tip with tiny little kisses.

Marissa glanced up at the appreciative grin on her son's face, then back down at his expanding erection ... and, giggling to herself ... sucked the red, rubbery 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 question back and forth on his swollen member ... suck and flicking the ridge around the tip with her glossa ... as his throbbing hard-on bounced against the binding of her throat.

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

It didn't take long before he suddenly caught his breathing place ... grabbed her head with both hands ... then rocked his hips ... and let out a raspy, croaky moan ... as he blasted rope after roach of hot, creamy splooge into his mother's open mouth.

"Oh, ass ... oh, fuck ... yeah ... just like that ... keep going ... keep go ........ awwwwww fuuuuuccckkkkk ... holy SOB, mom ... you give the best ‘ welcome home'blowjob in the world !"

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

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

When she was done, she playfully slapped his still-hard erection, and watched it sway back and Forth River between his leg, murmuring,"Holy shit, Darren ... what an absolutely incredible tool ... and you're always so fucking 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 prompt candy kiss on the lips ... then patted the lump in his knickers, and asked,"So ... are you thirsty ? I can make you a sandwich to tide you over until dinner when your father gets home."

Darren said,"Yeah ... a sandwich sounds skillful ”, as he leaned down to grab his rucksack from the floor in the entranceway.

Marissa nodded at the rucksack in his hand, and said,"Go ahead and cast aside your dirty dress in the laundry room ... I'll throw in a load after dinner."

Darren laughed and said,"How do you cognise I have unsportsmanlike dress in here ?"

His mother chuckled, and said,"You always institute a bunch of dirty clothes rest home with you ”, then she grinned at him and added,"Besides, I can smell them, honey ... this is not my first rodeo."

While Darren tossed his rucksack into the laundry elbow room, Marissa went into the kitchen and pulled hooey out of the cupboard and refrigerator to do him a sandwich. As she worked at the counter, her son joined her in the kitchen ... grabbed a tonic from the fridge ... then sat at the dinette tabular array watching her work.

Darren couldn't help but check out his mom's ass as he sat behind her at the table ... and her breasts were so boastfully and pendulous, he could even see some side boob stretching out her skintight crop-top, as he looked her up and down from across the kitchen. He smiled to himself, thinking about how lucky he was to have a MILF for a mother ... who actually enjoyed sucking and fucking her son's cock every chance she got.

As she laid out the shekels 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 eldritch state of affairs kind of popped up recently."

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

"Well ... about a couple of calendar week after the semester started, my roomie's girlfriend was in our dorm room 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 shit, hon ... so, what happened ?"

"wellspring ... nothing, really. My roommate 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 jointure, she wants to fall in me a cock sucking or have a quick ass before he gets back to the room."

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

Darren grinned, and said,"Well, she's beautiful ... has a really Nice pussy ... and gives incredible blowjobs ... so, I'm gon na go with ‘ good'..."

His female parent laughed, as she put the sandwich on a scale, brought it over to the kitchen table, and said,"So ... anyone else besides your roommate's lady friend ?"

As she placed the shell in forepart of her son, he said,"Yeah, a few ... one in particular ... she's in my political economy 101 class ... she really likes to fuck, so whenever we go out, that's really all we do. She's pretty cool down, too ... has a really nice body ... corking tits."

Marissa grinned ... pulled the elastic, low-necked neckline of her fragile crop-top down past her left over white meat ... allowing her plenteous boob to pop out and persuade back and forth in front line of Darren's aspect ... then, playfully asked,"Better than mine ?"

Darren laughed, grabbed her exposed tit with one hand, and pulled it toward his sassing so he could suck his mother's stiff mammilla into his sass ... murmuring around it,"Of course not, mom ... you still have the greatest tits I've ever seen ... and your teat ... my God, they're incredible !"

Marissa giggled at the compliment, then teasingly pulled her mamilla out of his mouth ... chuckling at the disappointed look on his grimace when she did.

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

They continued chatting about his old semester for a while, including menial stuff ... like classwork, professors, dating, and cafeteria food for thought ... then, when Darren was done eating ... she stood up and reached for the empty-bellied photographic plate on the board in front of him.

Before taking it to the cesspit, she stood by the table for a import ... and, grinning mischievously ... she took her still uncovered breast in her free paw ... squeezed the soft, dope flesh until her thick, throbbing nipple was sticking out like an eraser on the end of a pencil ... then nudged it against her son's mouth. He happily sucked it into his mouthpiece ... teasing and flicking it with his glossa ... before she giggled, pulled it back out with a ‘ plop ’, then took his empty plate over to the sink.

As she cleared the kitchen table and put away the remnants of the sandwich stuff on the counter, she said,"You might want to head upstairs to take a shower and clean up ... your father should be home in about an hour, and I'll starting signal dinner party then."

Smiling at his mother's teasing joke, and slowly shaking his mind, Darren got up from the table and trudged up the steps to hire a shower ... unconsciously adjusting his tool through his jeans ... and thinking to himself that coming habitation was one of his favorite parts of being away at college.

A few transactions later, Marissa decided to throw his dirty clothes into the automatic washer right away, rather than waiting until after dinner party, and headed upstairs to snaffle her son's 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 warmly sprayer of the water through the glass walls of the shower bath stall.

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

Smiling to herself, she stood and watched her son's semi-hard dick jiggling around between his legs ... the long, thick rod sticking out from his pelvic arch ... with a slight turn to the shaft ... and the wide, bulblike point pointing at the shower floor in front man of him ... as he stood with his heart closed, vigorously rubbing shampoo through his dark, curly hair.

With a sense of déjà vu ... and a grin pulling at the corners of her sass ... Marissa realized that this spot was reminiscent of the world-class time she'd discovered her son's incredible putz, back when he was a senior in senior high school school.

He'd come home after wrestling drill, and was taking a shower in his bathroom ... much like he was at the here and now. She'd snuck in to get his dirty dress for a load of wash, and caught sight of him through the shabu shower stall ... stroking his surprisingly big hard-on ... moaning and rocking his hip joint into his pumping clenched fist ... as he jerked himself closer and closer to an orgasm.

She'd been so mesmerized ... and aroused ... that she'd just stood and watched ... until he'd let out a loud, raspy grunt ... and blasted a massive load of cum all over the tiled paries in strawman of him.

She couldn't believe how erotic it had been ... nor how conjure she'd become ... his huge, thick hard-on sliding back and forth in his pumping fist ... and then spewing stream after stream of creamy, white-hot mettle almost two feet, until it splattered onto the bulwark in front line of him. She'd barely been able to brook up, as she'd reached underneath her sundress, and rubbed her incredibly wet pussycat through her panties.

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

She'd knelt down in front of him, and sucked his fagged whoreson until it was fully erect again ... which hadn't taken any time at all ... then he'd fucked her from behind, while she stood under the warmly spray from the shower principal ... bent over ... with her legs spread, and her hands on the wall for support ... her lowering, pendulous tits slapping into each other ... over and over ... making loud, wet clapping sounds as they flailed around beneath her.

After that meter in the shower, Marissa had awakened her son with a handjob or blowjob every morning after her married man left for the office. They usually fucked at least once after Darren got abode from school, too ... finishing up just in time for her to cook dinner for the kinsperson by the time her husband pulled into the driveway after driving home from work.

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

She casually ran one hand up inside her thin, stretchy crop-top ... squeezing her soft, pillowy knocker, and roughly tweaking her stiffening nipple ... while using her early manus to rub between her pegleg ... gently caressing her quivering vulva through her yoga pants.

She wasn't really surprised to find out that her pussy was already wet ... between sucking her son's shaft in the foyer, and him teasing her tit in the kitchen ... and now, seeing his telling semi bouncing around in the shower ... her entire eubstance was deliciously titillated, and tingling with arousal.

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

A few instant later Darren walked out of the bathroom and sauntered ... naked ... into his bedchamber ... briskly drying his tousled mop of hair with a towel as he went ... causing his thick, floppy disk shaft to jiggle around between his legs ... as he made his way out of the bathroom.

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

She was sitting in the middle of the mattress ... her hands propped behind her for support ... with her pegleg spread apart ... her shaved pussy exposed between her thighs ... and her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying gently back and forth in front 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 have it away that his hammer had automatically begun to stiffen between his legs.

Smiling invitingly, Marissa let her eyes roam up and down her son's telling form ... the blanket shoulder, the narrow hips, the roguish smiling ... eventually coming to rest on his growing boner.

With her eyes locked onto his nearly raise hard-on, she reached between her legs and used one hand to spread her moist snatch back talk apart, then slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy ... enjoying the look on her son's human face as he watched her finger's breadth and turn with herself.

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

Completely hypnotized by her son's growing erection ... Marissa continued fondling her tits and flicking her vain clitoris ... occasionally pulling on one of her rock-hard tit ... as an imminent orgasm began to blossom between her pegleg. She found it incredibly arousing to watch her son's pecker become fully erect just from him watching her au naturel body and probing fingers.

Marissa suddenly caught her breathing spell ... then, closed her center and let out a keening moan ... as an acute, tingly climax erupted between her branch, and coursed through her intact body.

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

After enjoying her warm, sensuous orgasm, Marissa opened her eyes, and looked at her son's raging boner ... then glanced up at his human face, and asked,"So .... are you ready for a right ‘ Welcome Home'fuck ?"

Darren laughed, and said,"Are you kidding ? I thought you'd never ask ... ”, then with an appreciative grinning, he added,"You know ... the girls at schooling are fun, but none of them can go for a candle to you, mom."

He dropped his towel, then walked across the room toward the bed ... his stiff pole sticking straight out from his hips, and bouncing around in front of him as he went.

Marissa's eyes tracked her son's pulsating prick as he approached ... anticipating that he'd climb onto the bed ... crouch in between her spread legs ... and immediately stuff his straining cock into her dripping wet snatch ... which she desperately wanted him to do.

Instead, he surprised her when he crossed the room ... his steely rod swaying back and Forth River with every step ... but, rather than climbing onto the bed, he grabbed her thigh and pulled her to the sharpness of the mattress ... pushed her branch apart ... then knelt down, and shoved his cheek into his mother's glistening vagina.

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

Darren didn't response, he just began running his tongue up and down the haphazard wet slash between his mother's puss lip ... then slid two fingerbreadth into her dripping wet twat, while finding her congested nub with his lips and tongue.

"Oh, diddlysquat ... what ... postponement ... oh, damn, that feels good ... goddamn, hon ... I didn't know you could do that ... oh, yeah ... keep open going ... yeah, just like that ... oh, my God ... yeah ... keep going ..."

While her son flicked her clit, and finger-blasted her cunt, Marissa grabbed the backbone of his fountainhead and rocked her hips ... pulling him hard into her totally drenched snatch ... and grinding her dilate clit against his warm, wet knife ... until an explosive, leg-shaking orgasm racked her full body.

"Oh, fuck, that feels incredible ... yeah ... right there ... right there ... oh, my God ... oh, my God ... oh, nookie .... that feels so fucking good ..."

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

"For fuck sake, hon ... that was fantastic ... where'd you learn how to do that ?"

Wiping his mouth with the backbone of his hired hand, Darren chuckled, and said,"That daughter from my economic science social class ... she really likes to have her pussy eaten out ... so, she taught me how to do it."

Marissa laughed, and said,"Well ... she gets an A+ for teaching you that ... holy place Irish bull, that took my breathing space away ! ”, then she giggled, and added,"Holy shit, hon ... facial expression at my legs ... they won't stop trembling ..."

Darren got up from his knees ... stood by the bed between his mother's spread legs ... and casually stroked his corpse, throbbing boner until it was harder than ever. His mother stared at it hungrily ... then reached over ... replaced his deal with hers ... then began sliding her fingers up and down the prick of his slurred erection, mumbling,"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 help with that ”, as he pushed her onto her back, and crawled onto the bed ... pushing her human knee apart, and exposing her dripping wet bit, trembling with anticipation.

With his eyes darting back and Forth between her wobbly tits and gaping vagina, Darren grabbed the tool of his inflexible erection ... rubbed the red, bulbous tip up and down between her glistening labia ... then leaned forward and slowly shoved it inside her.

Marissa let out a whispery moan as he entered her ... grabbed his ass nerve, and pulled him hard into her snatch, muttering,"Oh, fuck yeah ... shove it in there ... my God, you're so fucking immense ... I can't say you how very much I've been looking forward to this."

Darren smiled as he began to rock his coxa ... sliding his stiff boner farther and farther into his female parent's kitty with every forward lurch ... until he was balls-deep inside her muddy wet cunt.

Marissa moaned, and muttered,"Holy shit, dear ... you go so fucking bass ! 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 look, Darren picked up the rate ... slamming his thick, rigid pole in and out of his female parent's pussy like a piston ... and watching with glazed eyes as her gruelling, fleshy boob thrashed wildly between them ... slapping into her Chin with every one of his powerful thrusts.

Grunting from the force of her son's lunge, Marissa spread her peg a little far apart, and pulled him harder into her totally sodden pussy ... their dead body making garish slapping stochasticity, as their rose hip smacked into each other with every stroke.

Darren moaned and grunted, as he pounded away at his mother's puss, while she rocked her hips to match his hammering hard-on, and muttered,"Goddamn, love ... yeah ... keep going ... yeah ... oh, shit, that tone incredible ... yeah ... keep going ... my God, I can't get plenty of your dick ... yeah ... just like that ..."

It didn't take hanker before Marissa suddenly arched her back ... twerking her coxa so that her egotistical clit rubbed perfectly against her son's thick, rigid beam ... then let out a keening wail, as another intense, overwhelming culmination cascaded through her physical structure like a warm, tingly waterfall.

Darren slowed down slightly, as his mother closed her eyes and savored her incredible, leg-shaking coming. After a few pleasant-tasting moments, she opened her eyes again ... locked her ankles around his lower backrest, and said,"okey ... now finish ... it's all you, honey."

With a licentious grin on his face, Darren picked up the pace again ... leaning back so he could watch her heavy boobs thrash around between them ... her thick, blotto nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling, and floating back and forth on her flailing titmouse like bobbins in turbulent waters. He pounded his remains pole in and out of her totally douse cunt ... again and again and again ... until he suddenly caught his intimation ... and blasted several current of hot, creamy splooge all over the bulwark of her soaking wet cunt.

He kept pounding away between his female parent's legs ... even after he'd finished cumming ... until gobs of jizzm were leaking from around his pumping shaft, and trickling down the shot 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 catch their breath.

As they laid on the bed ... moaning and mumbling about how peachy it felt ... they suddenly heard the sound of the service department doorway porta. Marrisa's eyebrows shot up, and she muttered,"Holy shit, Darren ... that's your father ... what the hell sentence is it ? ”, as she looked over at the clock on her son's night stand.

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

Grinning and shaking her head in mental rejection, she clambered off the bed, mumbling,"For fuck sake, Darren ... how the Hell do you young guy rope stay so hard all the clock time ?"

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

Marissa giggled, and said,"Now you're just teasing me ... ”, as she jumped off the bed and scrambled out of her son's chamber ... totally defenseless ... so she could run into the master key chamber down the hall to clean up.

As she was leaving Darren's bedroom, she said over her articulatio humeri,"Go say ‘ hi'to your Fatherhood ... and tell him I'm taking a flying shower ... I'll get dinner party started in a few minutes."

As she stepped out into the hallway ... Marissa stopped for a second ... leaned her head back into her son's bedroom ... smiled, and said,"It's good to ingest you home, son. ”