I never planned for it to happen. I was twenty-five, living back home after a messy breakup, and Mom was still in her prime at forty-eightcurvy, tired from work, but always quick with a laugh and a hug that lasted a second too long. We were both adults, both lonely, and one humid summer night the air between us just snapped.
It started with a movie on the couch. She wore a thin tank top and shorts, no bra, her nipples pressing against the fabric like they had a mind of their own. I sat close, my thigh touching hers. Halfway through the film her hand landed on my knee, fingers tracing slow circles. Youre so tense, baby, she said, voice low. I turned to her and our eyes locked. No words after that.
I leaned in and kissed her hard. She kissed back like shed been starving for it, tongue sliding against mine, tasting like wine. Her hand moved up my leg and found my cock already stiff in my jeans. She squeezed. Fuck, youre hard for me, she whispered against my mouth. I groaned and pulled her tank top down, freeing her heavy tits. They spilled into my hands, soft and warm, nipples dark and tight. I sucked one into my mouth while she unzipped me, pulling my cock out and stroking it with firm, dirty pumps.
We didnt make it to the bedroom. She shoved her shorts down, climbed onto my lap, and sank onto my cock in one wet slide. She was dripping, tight, hotter than anything Id ever felt. Oh god, son, fill your mom up, she moaned, riding me slow at first then harder, tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, thrusting up to meet every drop of her hips. The wet slap of skin filled the living room.
She came first, clenching around me, nails digging into my shoulders as she gasped my name. I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and fucked her deep and rough. Her pussy gripped me like it didnt want to let go. Give it to me, she begged. Come inside your mom. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum into her while she shuddered through another orgasm.
Afterward we lay there sweaty and breathing hard, my cock still twitching inside her. She smiled, kissed my forehead, and whispered, Were not done yet. We moved to her bed and went againher on all fours, me behind her, pounding while I reached around to rub her clit. She came screaming into the pillow. Later she rode my face, grinding her soaked pussy on my tongue until she shook.
By morning we knew this wasnt a one-time thing. We kept it secret, but every night after that we found new ways to fuckslow and deep in the shower, quick and filthy in the kitchen, her whispering the dirtiest things while I came inside her again and again. It was wrong, it was hot, and it was ours.
