“Where the hell did she learn to do that?” Tommy muttered to himself, his eyes still glued to the rearview mirror as he watched Becky’s car pull out of the driveway. The engine of his beat-up Honda Civic sputtered to life, and he tugged at his seatbelt, feeling the anger coil up inside him like a snake. It was supposed to be a night of firsts, but all he got was a taste that left him more frustrated than ever.
The quietness of the house was a stark contrast to the throbbing in his pants. He tiptoed down the hallway, the walls lined with family photos that seemed to judge him for his unrequited lust. His heart thumped in his chest like a drum at a heavy metal concert, each beat a reminder of Becky’s cold rejection. The door to his parents’ bedroom was slightly ajar, allowing a sliver of moonlight to spill onto the carpet. Tommy’s eyes adjusted to the dimness, and he caught sight of his mother, her chest rising and falling in the rhythm of sleep.
Her negligee was a whisper of lace against her skin. The material clung to her curves, hinting at the softness that lay beneath. He felt his pulse quicken and his cock swell further. It was wrong, he knew it, but the thought of her, of finally feeling something, was too tempting to ignore. The soft rustle of the fabric was the only sound in the room, the air thick with a mix of his mother’s perfume and the scent of her warm, sleeping body.
On the nightstand, next to the digital clock that read 2:13 AM in blinking red numbers. He took a step closer, his heart now a jackhammer, echoing through the silence. The floorboards didn’t creak under his weight; they were old friends, complicit in his quiet agony. As his mother stirred slightly, turning onto her back, her legs parted ever so slightly. The lace of her negligée whispered against her skin, revealing the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. The sight and his hormonal desires were flooding his brain.
Tommy’s hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips grazing the soft material of her lingerie. The warmth of her body radiated through the fabric, setting his own skin aflame. He swallowed hard, the taste of Becky’s perfume fading, replaced by the familiar scent of home. The room was a cocoon of darkness, the only light a soft glow from the streetlamp outside the window, casting a blue tint across her exposed thighs.
With a deep, shaky breath, Tommy leaned in, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. He quickly stripped down naked, his lean body taut and his cock rigid. He slipped into the bed and allowed himself to imagine what could be if only…
He shakily reached out a hand and touched his mother’s bare, soft skin at the curve of her waist. The light filtering through the window softly enhanced the sight of her thighs, which were smooth and bare, the dark patch of hair at their juncture beckoning him closer. The tip of his cock was wet with his own arousal, and the urge to seek relief was now overwhelming. His hand hovered for a moment, as if asking for permission from the sleeping woman, before he gently pushed her thighs apart. The fabric of her negligée slid away, revealing the plump mound of her sex, glistening in the moonlight.
Her moan was barely audible, a soft exhalation that seemed to escape her unintentionally. Yet, it was all the encouragement he needed. Tommy’s hand slid up her thigh, the heat from her skin burning into his palm like a brand. The soft fabric of her negligée whispered against her flesh as he moved higher, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. As his hand approached her center, he could see her nipples harden through the flimsy fabric, standing tall and proud like sentinels on a moonlit beach.
The room felt like it was spinning, a tornado of desire and guilt swirling around him. But the need was too great. He had to have her. With a tremble that seemed to resonate through his entire body, he touched her, the soft folds of her sex giving way to the pressure of his hand. She was wet, wetter than Becky had ever been, and the thought of it made him bite his lower lip to stifle a groan.
Tommy’s hand began to move, exploring the contours of his mother’s pussy with a curiosity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her skin was softer than velvet, her wetness slick and inviting. His fingers danced over her clit, eliciting a whimper that sent a shiver down his spine. He felt her body tense, her breath catch in her throat, and she ever so slightly spread her legs.
He slid a finger inside her, the tightness gripping him like a fist. He couldn’t believe it was happening. It was wrong, but it was also… right. The heat, the wetness, the way she felt around his finger, it was everything he had ever dreamed of and more.
The next move surprised him. A seductive murmur of “yesssss” escaped her lips. More of a sigh, but with a breathy quality that rippled through Tommy’s body and somehow made his cock engorge even more. He was harder than he had ever been in this life.
He slowly spread her legs; there was no resistance, and he positioned himself between her thighs. He placed the head of his cock against her entrance, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited him, and to his surprise, he felt his mother’s hand grab his cock, slowly stroke it, and then guide it into her. He pushed forward, inch by torturous inch, until he felt her hands grab his ass, and while thrusting herself upwards, pulled him in as deeply as possible. “Fuck me, Tommy.”
His eyes flew open and met hers, which were staring back at him, filled with lust, desire, and craven need. “Oh God, I need this, I need you, now. Fuck Mommy, fuck me hard.”
His mother’s body was a symphony of sensations, each movement, each gasp a note that played in perfect harmony with the ache in his balls. He began to thrust, setting a rhythm that matched the racing of his heart.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her movements almost involuntary, but with a purpose and knowledge of just what she needed. Her pussy clenched around his cock, a further affirmation of her intense arousal.
Their eyes remained locked, a silent conversation that transcended their actions. They knew this was wrong and that they were crossing into a new reality between them, but all that existed in that moment was intense, primal desire, something that whispered of needs unspoken and unfulfilled.
His mother’s hand reached up, tentatively at first, and then with more certainty, to cup his face. Her thumb traced his jawline, and he could feel the tremble in her hand. It was a gesture of comfort, of reassurance, and it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He leaned into her touch, his body moving almost of its own accord, his hips now thrusting in a steady, deliberate rhythm. A dance that had them both feeling the same intense beat
Tommy leaned his head down, and she instinctively arched her back, her hand moving to her own breast.
The sight of his mother touching herself was more than he could take. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her soft skin. She gasped, the sound sending shockwaves through his body. The room was spinning now, a tornado of desire and lust that had no intention of letting either of them escape. Her hand moved from her breast to his, guiding him in a silent plea for more.
Tommy took the hint and latched onto her nipple, suckling gently at first, then with more urgency as he felt her body respond. She moaned, the sound a sweet symphony that spurred him on. He could feel the tightness of her pussy, the way she clamped down on his cock as if trying to keep him inside her forever. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, a mix of salt and sweetness that he could never get enough of.
Her hand slid down to grip his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh. “Harder,” she murmured, the word a benediction in the dark. “Please, baby, harder.” The words were a siren’s call, a command that he couldn’t resist. He increased his pace, his hips slapping against hers with a wet, rhythmic sound that seemed to fill the room. The squeak of the bed was the only other sound, a testament to their shared need.
Her breath grew ragged, her moans louder. Tommy’s mind was a blur of sensation, his thoughts a tornado of confusion and pleasure. He knew it was wrong, that he was burying his cock inside his own mother, but the feeling was too intense, too overwhelming to ignore. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her body building towards something powerful, something he had never felt before.
And then it happened. Her back arched off the bed, her hand clutching his hair as she came with a gasp that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Her pussy pulsed around his cock, each spasm sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a mix of pain and euphoria that seemed to set his entire being alight. Her body quivered, her legs tightening around his waist as she rode the crest of her orgasm.
Tommy felt the pressure building, the ache in his balls now a crescendo that demanded release. He couldn’t hold back anymore; the dam had broken. With a roar that was torn from the very depths of his soul, he came inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. The sensation was indescribable, a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss that seemed to last an eternity.
As he collapsed onto her, panting and spent, her arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. The room was quiet except for their mingled breaths and the soft, contented sounds she made. It was a moment of shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the line they had crossed together.
The digital clock blinked 2:47 AM, its harsh red light casting long shadows across the bed. Her fingers traced lazy patterns down his back, soothing and possessive. Tommy buried his face against her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of her skin mixed with sweat and sex, a heady combination that made him dizzy. He felt her shift beneath him, her thighs still clamped around his hips as if unwilling to let go. “You’re shaking,” she murmured against his temple. “Don’t be afraid.” Her voice held a raw tenderness that cracked something inside him.
Downstairs, the front door rattled. Heavy footsteps echoed in the foyer as his father came home early from his overnight shift. Tommy froze, terror icing his veins. Her arms tightened around him instantly. “Shh,” she breathed, rolling them sideways with surprising strength, tangling the sheets around them. Moonlight caught the panic in her widened eyes as she pressed him flat against the mattress, draping her body over his like a shield. The negligée pooled at her waist, her bare skin hot against his chest. Footsteps climbed the stairs. Slow. Unsteady. Tommy held his breath, tasting copper where he’d bitten his tongue.
The footsteps paused outside their door. A low groan, his father leaning against the woodframe. Tommy felt her heartbeat against his ribs, wild as a trapped bird’s. Her hand slid down, fingers digging into his hipbone hard enough to bruise. Don’t move, her grip screamed. The doorknob turned halfway. Clicked back. Silence stretched as thick as tar. Then, shuffling footsteps retreated toward the guest room down the hall. The distant thud of a door closing. Relief washed over her in trembling waves. She collapsed against him, her breath gusting warm and damp against his throat.
Slowly, she lifted her head. Her thighs stayed locked around him, muscles quivering. Tommy tried to pull away, her slick heat clinging to his softening cock. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, part pain, part something else entirely. Her fingers flew to her mouth, stifling the sound. They stared at each other in the blue gloom, the wet smear of him glistening on her trembling inner thigh.
Her gaze drifted down to the damp patch staining the sheets, then to the glistening smear on her thigh. Her breath hitched. A muscle jumped in her jaw. Tommy watched, frozen, as she brought those same fingers to her nose and inhaled deeply, a feral, unconscious gesture. Her eyelids fluttered shut for one terrifying second. When they opened, he saw something wild and unsettled.
The silence thickened. A droplet of sweat traced a path down Tommy’s spine. He saw her gaze snag on his crotch, where his half-hard cock still tented his pants. Her knuckles whitened around the bunched fabric at her chest. “Go,” she finally whispered, but her legs shifted on the mattress, knees pressing together tightly, too tightly. The movement pulled the negligée higher, exposing the dark, wet curls between her thighs. Tommy couldn’t tear his eyes away. The scent of their coupling hung thick in the air, musky, primal, and undeniable.
His feet moved without conscious thought, carrying him backward toward the door. Each step echoed in the crushing quiet. Her eyes tracked him, wide and unblinking. Moonlight caught the sheen of saliva on her lower lip where she’d bitten it. A single bead of his cum glistened on her inner thigh, stark against her pale skin. She made no move to wipe it away. The sheet beneath her was dark with wetness, the shape of their bodies imprinted on the fabric. Tommy’s hand fumbled for the doorknob, cold brass under his trembling fingers.
From the hallway came the rhythmic rumble of his father’s snores, deep, oblivious. The sound scraped against Tommy’s nerves. He watched as his mother’s gaze flickered toward the noise, then snapped back to him. Her chest rose and fell too fast. The torn lace of her negligée gaped open, revealing the reddened marks his mouth had left on her breast. She didn’t cover herself.
Slowly, deliberately, her fingers slid down her thigh. They paused over the glistening streak Tommy had left behind, his seed, stark and wet on her skin. Her eyes never left his as she brought those fingers to her lips. Her tongue darted out, tasting him. A shudder ran through her body, and Tommy’s half-hard cock throbbed painfully against his zipper. The air crackled with something feral.
Down the hall, his father’s snores hit a crescendo, then faded into uneven rasps. She rose from the bed like smoke, the negligée slipping from her shoulders. Moonlight traced the curve of her hips, the bite marks blooming purple on her breast. “Lock it,” she breathed, nodding toward the bedroom door. Her voice was frayed silk, command and plea woven together. Tommy fumbled with the latch, the click echoing like a gunshot.
The radiator hissed, sudden and sharp, making Tommy flinch. She didn’t. Her gaze locked onto his cock. “Bring that back here. Now!” He obeyed. Moonlight cut across his erection, casting shadows on the carpet between them. Her eyes roamed his body, hungry, assessing, as if mapping unfamiliar territory. “Turn around,” she whispered. “Slowly.”
Tommy pivoted, exposing his back to her. He heard her breath catch. Felt it before her fingers did, the ghostly brush of air across his spine. Then came her touch: cool fingertips tracing the knobs of his vertebrae, sliding down to the dimples above his buttocks. Her nail scraped lightly. A shudder tore through him. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed against his shoulder blade, her lips grazing skin still damp with sweat. “Like marble…” Her hand slipped lower, cupping his ass cheek, possessive and firm. He arched into the pressure, a groan escaping him.
She stepped around him, her movements deliberate. Her negligée lay discarded on the floor like shed skin. Moonlight bathed her nakedness, the swell of hips, the dark triangle between her thighs glistening with remnants of him. Her gaze pinned him, hotter than the moonlight. Her palm pressed flat against his chest, pushing him backward until his calves hit the edge of the bed. He sank onto the rumpled sheets, the scent of their coupling rising thick around him.
Her knees hit the carpet. Tommy’s breath caught as she crawled toward him, her hair brushing his thighs. Her eyes, dark as spilled ink, held his unblinkingly. She paused inches from his cock, her breath skating along its length. A drop of precum glistened at the tip. Her tongue darted out—swift, forbidden, catching the bead, tasting it with a shudder that vibrated through him. “Still so hard,” she murmured. The words fogged his skin. “Is it for me?”
He couldn’t speak. Her hands slid up his thighs, nails biting gently. She pressed her cheek against his erection, nuzzling the throbbing vein. Her sigh fogged his skin. Her mouth enveloped him, wet, tight heat swallowing him whole. Tommy arched off the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets. His hips bucked involuntarily as she sucked, deep and slow, her throat working around him. The wet sounds echoed, obscene in the silence punctuated only by his father’s distant snores.
She pulled back, lips swollen, gaze locked on his. A strand of saliva connected her mouth to his glistening tip. Her thumb circled the sensitive ridge beneath the head. “Look at me,” she commanded. Her free hand crept between her own thighs, fingers probing the wetness he’d left behind. Tommy watched, transfixed, as she rubbed slow circles over her clit, her breath catching. Her eyes darkened further, hungry, conflicted, fever-bright.
Suddenly, she surged upward, straddling him. Her cunt hovered above his cock, dripping arousal onto his belly. Her palms pressed flat against his chest, nails biting crescent moons into his skin. The pearl necklace swung forward, cool against his sternum. “Do you know,” she whispered, hips…
