I had just turned twenty-two when it happened. Home from college for the summer, I was still getting used to the quiet house and the way Mom looked at me now that I was taller than her. She was forty-three, still fit from her morning runs, with that same soft voice and the habit of walking around in thin tank tops and shorts when the weather got warm.
One night after Dad had gone to bed early, we stayed up watching a movie in the living room. The air conditioning was broken and the heat made everything feel heavy. Mom sat close on the couch, her bare leg brushing mine. I tried to ignore how good she smelled, like vanilla and skin.
Halfway through the film she shifted, and her hand landed on my thigh. She left it there. I didnt move. My cock started to harden under my shorts and there was no way to hide it. Mom glanced down, then up at my face. Her eyes were darker than usual.
Youve grown up, she said quietly. Her fingers slid a little higher.
I swallowed. Mom
She didnt pull away. Instead she leaned in and kissed me, soft at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against mine. The kiss turned hungry fast. Her hand wrapped around my cock through the fabric and squeezed.
We didnt talk much after that. She stood, took my hand, and led me upstairs to the guest room so we wouldnt wake Dad. Once the door was closed she stripped off her tank top. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples already tight. She pushed my shorts down and dropped to her knees.
Her mouth was hot and wet around me. She sucked like shed been thinking about it for a long time, taking me deep, gagging a little, then pulling back to lick the head. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth until I was close, then pulled her up.
She bent over the bed, ass in the air. I yanked her shorts down and pushed inside her in one thrust. She was soaked. We fucked hard and fast, the bed creaking, her moans muffled in the pillow. I came deep inside her, then kept going until she shook and came too, clenching around me.
After that night it became regular. Whenever Dad was at work or asleep, we found time. Sometimes in the shower, sometimes on the kitchen counter while she was making lunch. She liked it dirtyme calling her Mom while I pounded her from behind, her whispering how wrong it was and how much she loved it anyway.
One afternoon she rode me on the living room couch with the curtains open just enough to feel risky. Her tits bounced in my face and she kept telling me to fill her up again. I did, twice.
We never got caught, but the risk made it hotter. She started wearing less around the house, brushing against me on purpose. Id bend her over the dryer while the clothes spun, or fuck her against the wall in the hallway with my hand over her mouth.
By the end of summer we had a routine. Shed text me when she was alone. Id come home and take her wherever she wason the dining table, in the backyard at night, once even in Dads car. She always wanted it raw and deep, and I always gave it to her.
The last night before I went back to school she came to my room after midnight. She rode me slow that time, kissing me the whole way through, telling me shed miss this. I held her hips and thrust up until we both came hard, her body trembling on top of mine.
We didnt say it was over. We just knew things would change once I left. But the memory of those months stayed with both of usraw, secret, and exactly what we both needed.
