I still remember the exact way the rain sounded that night, tapping against the kitchen window like it was trying to warn me. I was twenty-one, home from college for the summer, and Mom had just poured us both a second glass of wine after dinner. Dad was gone on another long business trip, and the house felt too big, too quiet. She was forty-three then, still wearing the same soft cotton robe she always did after her shower, the one that clung a little when she moved.
We talked for hours. About my classes, about how lonely the house got when it was just her. Her hand rested on my forearm while she laughed at something I said, and the touch lingered longer than it should have. When she stood to clear the table, the robe slipped open just enough for me to see the curve of her breast, the soft swell I had never allowed myself to look at before. My cock stirred instantly, hard and obvious in my jeans.
She noticed. She didnt look away. Instead she set the plates down, stepped closer, and said in that low voice she used when she was serious, Youve been staring at me all night, havent you?
I tried to apologize, but the words died when she took my hand and placed it on her hip. Its okay, she whispered. Ive noticed too.
The kiss started slow, almost careful, her lips warm and tasting faintly of wine. Then it deepened. Her tongue slid against mine and every rational thought burned away. I pulled her closer, feeling the press of her full breasts against my chest through the thin robe. My hands moved without permission, sliding inside the fabric to cup her bare skin, thumbs brushing over nipples that hardened instantly under my touch.
She moaned into my mouth and reached down, palming the hard length of my cock through my jeans. God, youre so big already, she breathed. Take them off.
I shoved my jeans and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the head already glistening. Mom wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly from base to tip, her thumb circling the sensitive underside. Look at you, she said, almost reverent. My boys all grown up.
She sank to her knees right there on the kitchen floor. The first touch of her mouth was electric. Warm, wet, and deliberate. She licked a slow stripe up the underside before taking the head between her lips, sucking gently while her hand worked the shaft. I gripped the edge of the counter, hips twitching as she took more of me, inch by inch, until I felt the back of her throat. She swallowed around me and the vibration made my knees weak.
I lasted maybe two minutes before I warned her. She didnt pull away. She looked up at me with those dark eyes and took everything, swallowing every pulse while I groaned her name.
When she stood again, the robe was on the floor. She led me to the couch, lay back, and spread her legs. Her pussy was smooth, lips already glistening. Come here, she said softly. I want to feel you inside me.
I knelt between her thighs and rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her wetness. She was tight when I pushed in, hotter than anything I had imagined. Inch by inch I sank into her, both of us breathing hard. When I bottomed out she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper.
We moved together slowly at first, savoring every drag and thrust. Then the pace picked up. Skin slapped against skin. Her breasts bounced with each stroke. She reached down to rub her clit while I fucked her, and the sight of her touching herself while I was buried inside her pushed me right to the edge again.
She came first, clenching around me, crying out as her whole body shook. The rhythmic squeeze dragged me over with her. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick pulses while she held me close and whispered how good I felt.
Afterward we stayed tangled on the couch, sweat cooling on our skin. She stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. That was your first time with me, she murmured.
But it wont be the last.
The rain kept falling outside, steady and secret, while we caught our breath and waited for the next time the house would be empty again.
