Morning light cut across the bedroom in thin gold stripes. Ethan stood in the doorway, already rock-hard, watching his mother sleep. Victoria was thirty-eight and still the most fuckable woman he had ever seen. She lay on her side, one long leg bent, the thin white nightie ridden high on her thigh. Her full, heavy breasts strained against the soft fabric, nipples faintly visible.
The curve of her waist dipped into wide, soft hips and a round, perfect ass that made his mouth water every time she walked past him in the house. Dark hair spilled over the pillow. Her lips were slightly parted. She smelled of sleep and the light vanilla lotion she rubbed into her skin every night.
His father had left at midnight for the long night shift and would not be back until morning. The house was theirs.
Ethan closed the door quietly and sat on the edge of the mattress. His hand found the warm curve of her hip. He stroked upward, slow, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin cloth. Victoria stirred, eyes fluttering open.
“Ethan… what are you doing?” Her voice was thick with sleep, already edged with warning. “Go back to your room.”
He didn’t move his hand. Instead he slid it higher, cupping the full underside of one breast. The soft weight filled his palm. Her nipple hardened under the fabric almost at once.
“You’re so soft, Mom,” he murmured, leaning close so his breath brushed her ear. “I’ve been thinking about this for months. Watching you walk around the house in these little nighties… the way your ass moves when you bend over. I can’t take it anymore.”
She pushed at his chest, but the push was weak. “This is wrong. You’re my son. Stop.”
He caught her wrist and pinned it gently to the pillow above her head. His other hand slipped under the hem of her nightie and found bare skin. No panties. She always slept without them in the summer heat. His fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh until they brushed the soft, warm folds between her legs. She was already slick.
Victoria’s breath hitched. “Ethan—don’t—”
He rubbed slow circles over her clit, feeling it swell under his fingertip. “You’re wet already. Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth keeps saying no.”
He pulled the nightie up over her breasts, exposing them completely. They spilled free—large, heavy, the dark pink nipples already tight. He lowered his head and took one into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking the tip while his fingers continued their slow, deliberate work between her legs. She arched despite herself, a soft moan escaping before she could stop it.
“Fuck… Mom, you taste so good,” he growled against her skin, switching to the other breast, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. His fingers slid lower, two of them pushing into her tight, wet pussy. She clenched around him instantly.
“Ethan… we can’t… your father—”
“He’s gone until morning. And right now you’re dripping on my hand.” He curled his fingers, rubbing that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb kept circling her clit. “Tell me to stop again. I dare you.”
Her hips rolled against his hand even as she shook her head. “This is… oh god… this is so wrong…”
He pulled his fingers out, shiny with her arousal, and brought them to her lips. “Taste yourself.” When she turned her face away he pressed them against her mouth anyway. “Open. Suck them clean.”
After a moment of resistance she did, tongue swirling around his fingers, eyes half-closed. The sight made his cock throb painfully in his sweatpants. He shoved them down, freeing his thick, hard length. Pre-cum already beaded at the tip.
Ethan climbed fully onto the bed, spreading her thighs wide. He lowered his face between them and dragged his tongue slowly through her wet folds, from her entrance up to her clit. Victoria’s back arched hard. A broken moan left her throat.
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