I was 22 and living back home after college when it started. Mom was 45, divorced for three years, and wed always been close but never crossed any lines until that summer night. She came home from a bad date, kicked off her heels, and poured two glasses of wine without asking. We sat on the couch like always, but the air felt different.
She looked at me and said, Youre the only man in this house who doesnt treat me like shit. Her hand landed on my thigh. I didnt move it. A minute later she leaned in and kissed me hard, tongue pushing straight into my mouth. I kissed her back. Her tits pressed against my chest through her dress and I grabbed them, squeezing the way Id secretly wanted to for years.
We didnt talk much after that. She stood up, pulled her dress over her head, and stood there in black lace panties and nothing else. Her body was thick in the hips and soft in the belly, real and warm. I stripped fast. My cock was already hard and leaking. She dropped to her knees right there in the living room and took me in her mouth without hesitation.
She sucked like shed been thinking about it too. Wet, noisy, deep. Spit ran down my balls while she worked her hand at the base. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth a little, testing. She moaned around me and took it deeper.
When I told her I was close she pulled off, stood up, and bent over the arm of the couch.
Fuck me, she said. Right now.
I yanked her panties down and pushed inside her in one stroke. She was soaked. Tight, hot, gripping me like she hadnt been fucked in months. I held her hips and drove into her, skin slapping loud. Every thrust made her grunt and push back. I reached under and rubbed her clit the way she told me to, fast circles while I pounded her.
She came first, shaking and cursing, pussy clamping down so hard I almost lost it. I didnt stop. I flipped her onto her back on the couch, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and fucked her deeper. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She kept saying my name mixed with fuck and harder. I came inside her, pumping thick loads while she held me in with her legs.
We didnt stop there. She took me to her bedroom. I ate her pussy until she came again, tasting my cum mixed with hers. Then she rode me, grinding slow and dirty, telling me how long shed wanted her sons cock. I flipped her onto all fours and took her ass that night too, working lube in with my fingers first, then sliding in while she fingered her own clit. She came so hard she soaked the sheets.
By morning wed fucked three more times. Shower, kitchen counter, back in her bed. She let me cum on her face the last time, then licked it off her lips and kissed me with it still on her tongue.
It wasnt a one-time thing. We kept it going whenever my dads old house was empty. Shed text me during the day with what she wanted: Come home and fuck your mother. Id bend her over the washing machine or take her on the floor. She liked it raw and rough most days, but sometimes shed slow it down, ride me gentle while she held my face and told me she loved me.
The real story is simple. We both wanted it. We both knew it was wrong. And once we started, neither of us could stop.
