MOM'S COLLEGE VISIT

Austin's hands clamped under the heavy swell of his mom's ass, hoisting her up against the wall of his dorm room.

Gina’s thighs locked around his waist like a vise, her calves hooked behind his back, heels digging into his skin as if she feared any space between them would extinguish the raw, illicit current arcing from his cock to her cunt.
She clung to him like a drowning woman, her face buried in his neck, tits flattening against his chest—massive, suffocating mounds of flesh that jiggled and slapped with every brutal thrust. He could feel the drag of her nipples, hard as pebbles, scraping across his skin, leaving wet, sticky streaks of sweat and colostrum in their wake.
Gina’s hips were outrageous: wide as a fertility idol, sloping out from her narrow waist to a pair of meaty, high-set haunches. She rode him with that mother’s pelvis, every bob and plunge announcing the years she'd spent dropping babies from those hips. 

Her pussy was molten, greedy, stretched wide around the battering ram of Austin’s cock. She milked him with every drop of her strength, muscles clenching and rippling along his sinewy shaft.
The sound was obscene, wet and hungry, the slap of her ass against his thighs mixing with the sticky glide of her cunt wrenching up and down his pole. The scent hit him like a punch: syrup-thick MILF arousal, sweat and perfume, mixed with his own pre-cum smearing up her walls. 

Austin’s head spun from it—the same scent that used to drift down the hall after Mom’s showers, except now it was turned up to a thousand, and mixed with his own musk as she wrung every inch of his cock deep inside her.
"That's it... fuck me like you do those busty cheerleeders!" Gina shouted, her nails carving half-moons into his shoulders, a desperate anchor as her cunt worked him. That deep, practiced grip—the kind built from years of fucking and birthing—rippled and clenched along his shaft like a fist. It wasn’t just taking him; it was pulling, milking, dragging the cum right out of his locked-tight balls with each savage, slick contraction. And fuck, it was working. Too well. He was already close to blowing.
Her heels dug into the small of his back, forcing him impossibly deeper until the thick, blunt crown of his cock hammered against the unyielding ring of her cervix. Each brutal impact sent a fresh gush of her arousal sluicing down his shaft, dripping in thick, obscene strings from his smooth, heavy balls.
“Fuck, baby… your father’s cock never filled me like this,” she gasped, her voice raw and ragged. “Never stretched me so deep… never fucked me this hard.”
His cock was a brutal, unrelenting rod of teenage muscle and blood, a thick, veined pipe hammering into her deepest parts with every savage thrust.
Gina’s wide-set hips rolled with the raw, practiced rhythm, grinding his swollen cockhead in deep, deliberate circles against that spongy spot inside her that made her gasp. Austin’s hands dug into the heavy meat of her ass, fingers sinking deep as he pistoned up into her with ragged, slamming thrusts.
Their bodies crashed together, the wet smack of flesh sending her tits surging toward his mouth. He gaped, mesmerized by the raw physics of it—the way those massive, milk-heavy udders swung with a momentum all their own, the same tits he’d spent his senior year worshiping: sucking till her nipples were raw, chewing the soft undersides while she moaned, burying his face between them until he came in his jeans like some tit-drunk animal before he ever left for college.
His balls tightened, a hot, tingling clench against his taint. The base of his cock went rigid, the vein along its underside pulsing like a live wire. She felt the shift—the way his thrusts turned shallow and frantic. 

Her lips brushed the shell of his ear, her breath a damp, animal heat. “Do it,” she hissed, raw and broken. “Shoot it. Pump your fucking seed into my cervix. Breed me.”
Her son's  jaw locked tight, every synapse in his brain fried by the raw, brutal overload of sensation. Gina’s cunt convulsed around him, a series of violent, rippling contractions that milked the thick base of his shaft with near-painful force. 

Her hands slid down to his ass, palms splayed wide over the clenched muscle, bracing herself as she slammed her hips down to take every inch. The swollen outer lips of her vulva parted obscenely around his girth with each deep plunge, slapping wetly against the root of his cock where it joined his body.
“Mom—I’m gonna fill your fucking womb!” he snarled, the cords in his neck straining.
Her head fell back against the wall, a raw, triumphant scream tearing from her throat. “Yes! Pump it deep! Flood my cervix with that thick fucking load—breed your mother like the bitch in heat she is for you!”
Her hips pistoned down with a raw, frantic strength, the heavy slabs of her ass slamming against his thighs, rippling with the force of her plunges. Her cunt convulsed, a brutal, milking vise that swallowed his cock to the root with each greedy descent. 

A full-body tremor seized her—shoulders shaking, tits quaking—before a raw, gut-deep scream shredded from her throat as her orgasm tore through her, wringing her around his length in wave after wave of clenching, spasming heat.
His orgasm tore out of him, a brutal, hot jet that slammed into her deepest parts. The first spurt was a savage pulse that ripped a groan from his chest as her cunt clenched down, milking his cock with greedy, rippling contractions. His vision tunneled, the edges blacking out as she drew another thick rope from his balls, forcing it up the rigid length of his shaft.
The sounds in the room broke into raw, animal noise—Gina’s panting yowls, his own ragged grunts as he kept pistoning upward, his cock a relentless battering ram painting her cervix and womb with spurt after spurt of seed. He could feel the hot flood gathering inside her, feel the swollen lips of her pussy clenching rhythmically to keep every drop trapped deep within her fertile heat.
“God, yes—that’s it, soak my fucking womb, honey, do what your father’s limp dick can't…” Gina gasped, sweat pasting dark strands of hair across her flushed cheeks and forehead. Her heavy, milk-swollen tits slid against his chest, slick with sweat, the stiff peaks of her nipples scraping his skin as her body jolted with the force of her riding him.
The final, brutal spurts of his orgasm ripped through him, painting the deepest parts of her cunt with thick ropes of cum. His entire body convulsed, knees nearly giving way as her iron grip on his ass kept him buried inside her. His cock throbbed, engorged and crimson, still lodged to the root in her clenching passage as her pussy continued to milk him with possessive, rhythmic contractions.
The air hung heavy between their heaving bodies—a potent cocktail of sweat, sex, and the primal musk of a mother’s well-fucked cunt saturated with her son’s teenage seed.
For a long moment, she collapsed against him, her well-fucked cunt still rhythmically clenching around his softening cock, milking the last drops of his seed from his balls. Her thighs shook violently where they straddled his hips. Then a low, throaty giggle vibrated against his neck as her nails scraped up the sweat-slick channel of his spine—a sharp, possessive claim.
“That’s my good boy,” she breathed into the damp skin beneath his ear, her lips brushing his pulse. “Mommy’s perfect little college stud… planting his load so deep in my womb.”