I never planned for it to happen, but one rainy night it did. I was twenty-two, home from college for the summer, and Mom had just turned forty-five. She was still in great shapefull tits, wide hips, and that soft belly that jiggled when she laughed. Wed always been close, maybe too close. That night we were drinking on the couch after Dad left for his night shift. One glass of wine turned into the bottle, and she started telling me how lonely she felt, how Dad barely touched her anymore.
Her hand landed on my thigh while she talked. She didnt move it. I got hard instantly and tried to shift, but she noticed. Instead of pulling away she squeezed, fingers sliding higher until she was cupping my cock through my shorts.
Fuck, youre big, she whispered, voice already husky. She looked me straight in the eye. You want this as bad as I do, dont you?
I didnt answer with words. I leaned in and kissed her. It wasnt sweet; it was hungry, tongues sliding, her teeth catching my lip. She moaned into my mouth and climbed onto my lap, grinding her pussy against my dick. Even through our clothes I could feel how hot and wet she was.
Mom pulled her shirt off. No bra. Her heavy tits spilled out, nipples dark and stiff. I grabbed them, sucked one hard into my mouth while she rocked on me. She reached down, yanked my shorts open, and wrapped her hand around my cock.
Jesus, baby, she breathed, stroking me slow and tight. Mommys been thinking about this for months.
She stood up just long enough to shove her leggings and panties down, then straddled me again. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. She rubbed her slick folds along my shaft, coating me, then lifted up and sank down in one smooth motion.
We both groaned loud. She was tight, hot, and so fucking wet. Her cunt gripped me all the way to the balls. She started riding me hard, tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her ass and thrust up to meet her, skin slapping, the couch creaking.
Harder, she demanded. Fuck your mother like you mean it.
I flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and pounded into her. Every stroke made her tits shake and her pussy squelch. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast, eyes locked on mine.
Tell me you love Mommys cunt, she gasped.
I love it, I growled. Love how tight and wet you are.
She came first, back arching, pussy clenching around me in rhythmic pulses. I kept fucking her through it until she was shaking, then pulled out and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She scooped some up with her fingers and licked them clean while staring at me.
We didnt stop there. She sucked me hard again on the living-room floor, then bent over the arm of the couch so I could take her from behind. I watched my cock disappear into her again and again, her ass rippling every time I slammed home. She kept talking dirty the whole timetelling me how much better I felt than Dad, how she wanted me to fill her up next time.
By the time we finally collapsed, sweaty and panting, the sun was coming up. Mom kissed me slow and deep, then whispered against my lips, This is our secret now. But were doing it again tomorrow.
And we did. Every chance we got.
