I never meant for it to happen. I was twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and Mom had been divorced for three years. The house felt too quiet with just the two of us. She was forty-five, still beautiful in that effortless way, with full hips and heavy breasts that strained against her tank tops when she did housework. I tried not to stare, but some nights I couldnt help it.
One humid evening after dinner, we sat on the couch watching a movie. Mom wore a thin cotton nightgown that clung to her body. Halfway through, she shifted closer, her thigh pressing against mine. Its been lonely here without you, she said softly. Her hand rested on my knee, fingers tracing small circles.
I froze, heart pounding. Then her hand slid higher. Ive seen the way you look at me, she whispered. Its okay. Before I could answer, she leaned in and kissed me, slow at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against mine. My cock hardened instantly against my shorts.
Mom pulled back just enough to smile. Let me take care of you. She tugged my shorts down, freeing my thick shaft. Her warm hand wrapped around it, stroking firmly from base to tip. God, youre so hard for your mom. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth, sucking greedily, tongue swirling around the head while her hand pumped the shaft. I groaned, hips bucking as she deep-throated me, gagging softly but not stopping.
I reached under her nightgown and found her already soaked. Two fingers slid into her tight pussy, pumping while my thumb circled her clit. Mom moaned around my cock, the vibration sending sparks through me. She climbed onto my lap, nightgown bunched at her waist, and sank down onto me in one smooth motion. Her walls gripped me like a fist, hot and wet.
She rode me hard, breasts bouncing in my face. I sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting gently as she ground down, taking every inch. Fuck your mom, she panted. Fill me up. I thrust up to meet her, the wet slap of skin filling the room. Her pussy clenched and fluttered as she came, crying out my name, juices soaking my balls.
I flipped her onto her back on the couch and drove into her deep, pounding relentlessly. Mom wrapped her legs around me, nails digging into my shoulders. Come inside me, she begged. I exploded with a groan, flooding her pussy with thick ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her.
After that night, it became our secret. Every chance we got, we fucked in the kitchen against the counter, in the shower with hot water streaming over us, even once in her bed where I took her from behind, gripping her ass while she pushed back against me. She taught me exactly how she liked it: deep, rough, and raw. And every time she whispered my good boy, I got harder than ever.
We never talked about stopping. We just kept going, two adults who had crossed the line and never wanted to go back.
