They go home

After finishing their burgers and fries, Trey and Akash walked out of the mall, their bodies satisfied in every possible way. Trey drove the Mustang through the quiet, neon-lit streets, finally pulling up to Akash's house.

"Catch you later, man," Akash said, giving Trey a fist bump. "Best day of my life. Seriously."

"We're just getting started," Trey smirked as Akash hopped out.

Trey drove the rest of the way home, pulling into his driveway. The house was mostly quiet, the only sound being the low hum of the air conditioner. He unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

Just like he expected, Keisha was waiting for him in the living room. She was wearing a silky, knee-length nightgown that clung to her curves.

"Welcome home, sweetie," she said softly. Trey approached her in the living room, and her eyes immediately darted down to his crotch. He sat down on the couch, and without another word, she dropped to her knees right there on the hardwood floor.

She reached up, her practiced hands undoing his belt and pulling his zipper down. She reached into his boxers and freed his thick, eight-inch cock. It was still half-hard from the McDonald's encounter, but as soon as her warm hands wrapped around it, it sprang back to full, throbbing attention.

Keisha leaned forward, opening her mouth wide, and took the head of his dick past her lips. She let out a soft hum of approval and began to suck him. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip before she bobbed her head down, taking as much of his thick shaft into her mouth as she could. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking filled the quiet room.

Slurp. Squelch. Smack.

Trey leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh as her warm mouth massaged him. It was the perfect way to unwind.

"Man, what a day," Trey casually said, running his fingers through his mom's hair as she worked on his cock. "Akash and I just walked around the mall, checking out some stores. Did some shopping. Then it got late, so we hit the food court. I had McDonald's for dinner."

Keisha's head suddenly stopped bobbing. She looked up at him, her brow furrowing into a classic, annoyed motherly glare, even with her cheeks stretched full of his cock.

"Mmmf... McDowald'sh aghain?" she scolded, trying to speak around the massive piece of meat in her mouth. "Tway, I toldfff... mmm... you to shtop eathing thaght gawbage." She stubbornly resumed sucking him, sliding her head up and down his shaft while continuing her muffled lecture. "Ish tewwible for yowh healwth... mmmf... you need weal food... mmm..."

Trey just chuckled, enjoying the ridiculous contrast of his mother scolding him about junk food while enthusiastically deep-throating him in the hallway. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Mom," he grunted, thrusting his hips slightly to push himself deeper into her throat.

Just then, the door to the kitchen opened and Malcolm walked out, wearing his striped pajamas and holding a glass of water. He stopped in the hallway, looking right at Trey and Keisha. Thanks to Trey's earlier wish, Malcolm's reaction was completely casual.

"Hey, son. Welcome back," Malcolm said, taking a sip of his water. He looked down at Keisha, who was still aggressively sucking Trey's cock, her head bobbing up and down. "Don't keep your mother up too late, Trey. We have an early morning tomorrow."

"Will do, Dad. Goodnight," Trey said casually.

"Goodnight," Malcolm replied, walking past them and heading straight down the hall to the master bedroom without a second glance.

Trey looked back down at Keisha. "Alright, Mom. Less lecturing, more sucking."

Keisha's eyes rolled up to look at him obediently, and she picked up the pace, ditching the muffled scolding to focus entirely on bringing him pleasure. Her lips formed a tight seal around his base as she pulled back, then plunged her face forward again, taking him all the way to the hilt. The suction was intense, drawing all the blood to his groin.

"Oh, fuck... yeah, right there," Trey groaned.

He grabbed the back of her head, holding her in place as he started to fuck her mouth, driving his hips forward in short, rapid thrusts. Keisha took it all, her throat opening up to accommodate his size, wet, gagging sounds mixing with the sloppy smacks of her lips against his skin.

He felt the pressure building rapidly. "I'm cumming, Mom. Take it."

With a final, deep thrust, Trey emptied his balls. A thick, hot load of cum shot straight down Keisha's throat. She gagged slightly but forced herself to swallow, her throat working rhythmically as she drank down every drop of her son's cum. He pumped a few more spurts into her mouth before slowly pulling his cock out, the slick friction making a wet schlick sound.

Keisha stayed on her knees for a moment, catching her breath. She wiped a stray smear of saliva and cum from her chin, looking up at him with a satisfied, maternal smile.

"I'll make you a proper, healthy breakfast tomorrow morning," she promised, her voice clear again. "No more junk food."

"Whatever you say, Mom," Trey smirked. He tucked his now-soft cock back into his jeans and zipped up.

He left Keisha in the hallway, walking to his bedroom. He quickly stripped off his clothes, changed into a comfortable pair of loose basketball shorts, and flopped face-down onto his bed. It had been a wild, chaotic, and incredibly exhausting day. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, ready to see what the next day would bring.