I never planned for it to happen, but one stupid slip on the wet kitchen floor changed everything between me and my mom. It was a normal Saturday, just the two of us in the house after dad left for his fishing trip. She was cleaning up after breakfast in nothing but a thin tank top and those tiny cotton shorts she wore around the house. I was helping, carrying a tray of dishes, when my sock hit a puddle of spilled juice. My feet went out from under me and I crashed forward, arms flailing.
The next thing I knew my face was buried right between her thighs. She had turned at the sound and my momentum sent me straight into her, my mouth pressed hard against the crotch of her shorts. The fabric was already damp from cleaning, and the heat coming off her was immediate. She gasped, grabbing my shoulders to steady herself, but instead of pushing me away she froze. Her thighs clenched around my head for a split second.
“Fuck, baby, are you okay?” she breathed, but her voice had gone low and thick. I could smell her, that warm, musky scent of a woman who hadn’t been touched in a while. My cock was already rock hard in my jeans from the sudden closeness. I should have pulled back, apologized, laughed it off. Instead I stayed there, breathing her in, and she didn’t move either.
Her shorts were so thin I could feel the outline of her pussy lips against my mouth. Without thinking I gave a tiny, experimental lick right over the fabric. She moaned, a short, surprised sound that went straight to my dick. “Oh god… don’t,” she said, but her hips rocked forward an inch, pressing harder against my tongue. That was all the invitation I needed. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down in one rough tug. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her bare, shaved cunt was right there, already glistening.
I dove in like a starving man. My tongue dragged up her slit, tasting her sweet and salty juices, then circled her swollen clit. She grabbed my hair with both hands and held me there, thighs shaking. “This is wrong,” she panted, even as she ground her pussy against my face. “You’re my son… we can’t…” But her body was saying the opposite. I shoved two fingers inside her tight, wet hole and started fucking her with them while I sucked on her clit. She came fast, a sharp, gasping orgasm that flooded my mouth with more of her cream.
Before she could catch her breath I stood up, spun her around, and bent her over the kitchen counter. Her ass was perfect, round and soft. I kicked my jeans down, freed my aching cock, and slammed into her from behind in one thrust. She was dripping and tight, gripping me like a fist. “Yes, fuck me,” she groaned, pushing back to meet every stroke. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. I reached around and rubbed her clit while I pounded her, feeling her second orgasm build fast.
We didn’t stop at one round. After I flooded her pussy with my first load she dropped to her knees and sucked me clean, then begged me to take her again on the living room couch. We spent the whole weekend fucking in every room, every position, raw and messy and loud. She rode me reverse cowgirl so I could watch my cock disappear into her stretched hole. I fucked her tits and came all over her face. She let me take her ass for the first time, bent over the dining table, screaming my name while I stretched her tight ring.
By Sunday night we were both sore, covered in dried cum and sweat, but neither of us wanted it to end. The accident had just shown us what we’d both been wanting. Now every time we’re alone the shorts come off and I end up balls-deep in my mom again.
She calls it our little secret. I just call it the best mistake I ever made.
