I never planned for it to happen. It started with a late-night talk on the couch after Dad left for good. Mom, 48, still fit from her morning runs, poured us both a second glass of wine and admitted how lonely the house felt. I was 25, living back home while I sorted my life out, and I told her she was still beautiful. She laughed, but her eyes stayed on mine a little too long.
One thing led to another. Her hand brushed my thigh when she reached for the remote. I didn't pull away. Instead I leaned in and kissed her. She froze for a second, then kissed back hard, her tongue sliding against mine like she'd been waiting years. "We shouldn't," she whispered, but her fingers were already tugging at my belt.
I pulled her shirt over her head. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples dark and stiff. I sucked one into my mouth while she moaned and ground against my leg. She was wet already; I could feel the heat through her thin leggings. "Touch me," she said, voice low and dirty. I slid my hand down, found her clit through the fabric, and rubbed slow circles until she was panting.
She yanked my jeans down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking it firm and fast.
"Fuck, you're big," she muttered, then dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Her lips stretched around the head, tongue swirling, saliva dripping down my shaft as she worked deeper. I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat gently at first, then harder when she groaned around me.
We moved to the bedroom. She stripped the rest of the way and climbed onto the bed on all fours, ass up, pussy glistening. "Fuck your mom," she said, looking back over her shoulder. I lined up and pushed in deep in one thrust. She was tight and hot, gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I pounded her hard, skin slapping, her moans getting louder with every stroke. She reached back and rubbed her clit while I fucked her, coming hard around my cock, her walls pulsing.
I flipped her onto her back and kept going, sucking her tits while I drove into her. She wrapped her legs around me and begged for more. "Fill me up," she gasped. I came deep inside her, pumping load after load while she shook through another orgasm.
Afterward we lay there sweaty and breathing heavy. She kissed my chest and said it wouldn't be the last time. We both knew it was wrong, but that only made it hotter. We spent the rest of the night exploring every way two people could fuck, and by morning we were already planning the next round.
