I never planned for it to happen, but once my daughter turned twenty-two and moved back home after college, the tension just kept building. We were both adults, both single, and the house felt too small for all the heat we were pretending wasnt there. One Friday night after a couple glasses of wine, she looked at me across the kitchen table and said it straight out. Mom, Ive been thinking about you in ways I shouldnt.
I didnt tell her to stop. Instead I stood up, walked around the table, and pulled her chair out. Show me, I said.
She reached for my hand first, then slid it under her shirt so I could feel how hard her nipples already were. I squeezed, rougher than I meant to, and she moaned like shed been waiting years. Fuck, Mom, she breathed. I want you to touch me for real.
We didnt make it to the bedroom. I shoved her shorts down right there on the kitchen floor and dropped to my knees. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already wet, lips puffy and pink. I spread her open with my thumbs and licked a long, slow stripe from her asshole to her clit. She grabbed my hair and pushed my face harder against her. Eat me, she begged. Eat your daughters cunt.
I did. I tongue-fucked her deep, then sucked her swollen clit between my lips and flicked it fast. Her thighs started shaking. She came hard, thighs clamping around my head, juices running down my chin. I kept licking through it, greedy for every drop.
When she could stand again she dragged me to the couch, stripped me naked, and pushed me onto my back. My turn, she said. She sucked my tits first, biting the nipples until I hissed, then crawled between my legs. Her tongue was eager and sloppy, licking everywhere at once. She shoved two fingers inside me without warning and started pumping hard. Youre so fucking wet for me, Mom. Youve been wanting this too.
I came fast, grinding on her face and fingers, cursing loud enough the neighbors could probably hear. But we werent done. She climbed up, straddled my thigh, and started grinding her soaked pussy against mine. We scissored right there on the couch, clits rubbing together, both of us moaning like filthy sluts. Fuck me, Mom, she kept saying. Make me come on your cunt.
I reached down and spread my lips wider so we could really grind. Our juices mixed, making everything slick and obscene. She came first again, shaking and whimpering, then I followed, my whole body locking up as I flooded her.
We didnt stop there. I took her to my bed, laid her on her stomach, and ate her ass while I fingered her pussy. She begged me to fuck her harder, so I grabbed the strap-on Id bought months ago just in case and buried it in her from behind. She pushed back onto every thrust, ass rippling, moaning Mommys cock feels so good. I pounded her until she squirted all over the sheets.
Later she fucked me the same way, the thick dildo stretching me open while she told me how long shed wanted to use me. We came together, sweaty and loud, then collapsed in a tangle.
By morning we were at it again in the shower, soapy hands everywhere, her fingers in my ass while I rubbed her clit. We both knew this wasnt a one-time thing. It was the start of something raw and secret and ours.
