I never planned for it to happen. One minute we were just sitting on the couch after dinner, the house quiet with just the two of us, and the next her hand was on my thigh, squeezing, and everything changed.
She looked at me with those eyes, the ones that had always been warm but now burned with something else. "You've been looking at me different lately," she said, voice low and rough. "Like you want this."
I swallowed hard, cock already twitching in my jeans. "Mom, I…"
"Don't call me that right now," she cut in, sliding closer. Her robe slipped open a little, showing the curve of her breast. "Call me what you really want to."
My hand moved on its own, cupping her tit through the thin fabric. She moaned, pushing into my palm.
"Fuck, your hands are big," she whispered. "Bigger than your dad's ever were."
That dirty talk lit me up. I leaned in and kissed her hard, tongues sliding, tasting the wine on her breath. She grabbed my dick through my pants, stroking it firm and fast. "Been thinking about this cock for weeks," she growled. "Want to feel it stretch me open."
We didn't make it to the bedroom. She shoved me back on the couch and yanked my jeans down. My cock sprang free, hard and leaking. She wrapped her lips around it without hesitation, sucking deep, gagging a little as she took it to the back of her throat. "Tastes so fucking good," she mumbled around me, spit dripping down my balls.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, watching her eyes water. She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my head. "My turn," she said, climbing up to straddle me. She was already soaked. I felt her slick folds slide along my shaft as she rubbed herself on it. Then she sank down, taking every inch in one slow, wet push.
"Oh shit," she gasped, pussy clenching tight around me. "So full. Fuck your mom like you mean it."
I thrust up hard, gripping her ass, pounding into her. The couch creaked under us. She rode me dirty, tits bouncing, moaning loud and filthy. "Harder, baby. Wreck this pussy. It's yours now."
We switched positions fast. I bent her over the arm of the couch and slammed back in from behind, watching her cheeks ripple with every thrust. She reached back and spread herself wider. "Deeper. Give it all to me."
I came first, flooding her with thick ropes, but she kept grinding until she followed, shaking and cursing. We collapsed together, sweaty and panting.
Later that night she pulled me into her bed for round two, slower but still raw. "This is just the start," she whispered as I slid back inside her. "We're doing this every night from now on."
And we did.
