I was nineteen and still living at home when it started. Mom was thirty-eight, stacked like a porn star, with heavy tits that stretched every tank top she wore and an ass that made my cock twitch every time she bent over. We had the house to ourselves most days because Dad worked late. One afternoon I walked in on her in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin robe that fell open when she reached for a glass. Her nipples were hard and dark. She didnt close it right away. Instead she looked at me and smiled slow. You like what you see, baby? she asked, voice low and dirty. I nodded, already hard in my shorts. She walked over, grabbed my dick through the fabric, and said, Then lets stop pretending. That was the first time. She dropped to her knees right there on the tile, pulled my cock out, and sucked it like shed been starving for it. Her mouth was hot and wet, tongue working the underside while she looked up at me with those big eyes. I came down her throat in under a minute, groaning her name. She swallowed every drop and licked her lips. Good boy. Now fuck me. We moved to the couch. She bent over the arm, robe hiked up, and I slammed into her from behind. Her pussy was tight and soaked, gripping me like it was made for my cock. I pounded her hard, slapping her ass, watching those big tits swing. She moaned loud and filthy, telling me how much better I felt than Dad, how long shed wanted my young dick. We came together, me flooding her cunt while she shook and cursed. After that it was constant. Every morning before school shed wake me with her mouth on my cock or climb on top and ride me until we both came. She loved riding reverse so I could watch her ass bounce and slap it red. Shed talk the whole time: Thats it, fuck your hot mom. Fill me up again. Afternoons were quickies in the laundry room or against the wall in the hallway. Shed pull her shorts down just enough for me to slide in, whispering how wet she stayed thinking about me. Evenings wed wait until Dad was asleep, then sneak into the shower or the garage. One night she let me fuck her ass for the first time, bent over the kitchen table, biting her own arm to stay quiet while I worked my cock into that tight hole. She came so hard she squirted on the floor. We kept it secret for months. Quickies in the car when we went to the store. Her blowing me under a blanket while we watched TV with Dad in the next room. She bought new lingerie just for metiny thongs Id rip off with my teeth before eating her pussy until she begged for my cock. The risk made it hotter. Knowing we could get caught any second made every thrust sharper, every moan lower and dirtier. Shed tell me how she touched herself thinking about me at work, how no one else could make her come the way I did. Id answer by pinning her down and fucking her until she was shaking and dripping. It never got old. We both knew it was wrong, but that only made us want it more. Late at night, when everyone else was asleep, shed crawl into my bed naked, press those big tits against me, and whisper, Fuck me like you own me. I always did.
Hard, deep, and secretjust the way we both needed.
