I never planned on crossing that line with my mom, but one humid summer night it just happened. I was twenty-two, back home after college, restless and horny as hell. She was forty-five, divorced, still gorgeous with those full curves and the way she moved around the house in thin nightgowns that left nothing to the imagination.
It started with her knocking on my bedroom door after midnight. Cant sleep either? she asked, voice low. She came in wearing a short silk robe that clung to her heavy tits and the swell of her hips. I was in bed in just boxers, already half-hard from the heat and my own thoughts.
We talked at first, the usual stuff about my job search and her long days at work. But the air felt thick. Her robe slipped open a little and I caught the dark circle of a nipple. She noticed me looking and didnt cover up. Instead she smiled, slow and knowing.
Youve been staring at me all week, she said. Its okay. Ive noticed you too.
My cock twitched hard. I tried to play it cool but my voice came out rough. Mom, we shouldnt
She stood up, let the robe fall to the floor. Naked. Smooth skin, thick thighs, trimmed pussy already glistening. Were both adults. No one has to know. I want to feel you inside me.
I was on her in seconds.
We kissed hard, tongues sliding, her hands yanking my boxers down. My dick sprang free and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slow and firm while I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me. She was wet already, slick heat pressing against my thigh.
She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my face first. Taste your mom, she whispered. I licked up into her, tongue dragging through her folds, sucking her clit while she rocked on my mouth. She tasted sweet and musky, moaning loud as she ground down. Her hands reached back to stroke my cock, thumb smearing precum over the head.
When she couldnt take it anymore she slid down and sank onto me in one smooth motion. Her pussy was tight and hot, gripping every inch as she took me deep. We both groaned. She rode me slow at first, tits bouncing, hands on my chest for balance. I thrust up to meet her, watching my cock disappear into her over and over.
Fuck, you feel so good, she panted. Better than I imagined.
I flipped us, got her on her back with legs spread wide. I pounded into her, balls slapping against her ass, the bed creaking. She clawed at my back, begging for harder, deeper. I gave it to her, sweat dripping, both of us filthy and loud.
She came first, pussy clenching around me, crying out my name. I followed seconds later, burying myself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, kissing softer now.
Afterward she curled against me, fingers tracing my chest. This is just the beginning, she murmured. We didnt sleep much that night. By morning we were at it again in the shower, her bent over with water running down her back while I fucked her from behind.
It became our secret. Every night after that, we found each other. Raw, dirty, exactly what we both needed.
