**”Hey Mommy”**

I was sitting on the couch, laptop balanced on my knees, when she walked in—just like she always did after work, heels clicking on the hardwood, still in her tight pencil skirt and silky blouse. My mom was always put together, always pristine. But tonight, something about the way her hips swayed, the way her fingers tugged at her collar like she was overheating, made my cock twitch in my jeans.

“Long day?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair before dropping her bag on the table. “Too long. And this damn blouse is choking me.”

I swallowed hard. She never talked like this. Never let herself sound so frazzled. But there was something in her eyes—something restless, hungry.

Then she looked right at me, lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. “Help me out of this, baby.”

My hands were shaking as I stood, stepping close enough to catch the scent of her perfume—something warm and expensive, clinging to her skin. My fingers fumbled with the top button of her blouse, and she let out a soft laugh, tilting her head back.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice low. “Don’t be shy.”

I undid the next button, then the next, until the fabric slipped open, revealing the curve of her tits barely contained by a lacy black bra. She wasn’t wearing a camisole. I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the delicate lace, already hard.

Her hands came up, wrapping around mine, guiding me until my palms were cupping her tits through the bra. “Like that,” she whispered, arching into my touch. “Now take it off for me.”

I unhooked her bra with clumsy fingers, and when it fell away, her tits bounced free—full, heavy, the pink nipples stiff and begging to be touched. I couldn’t help myself. I palmed one, thumb dragging over her nipple, and she gasped, fingers digging into my shoulders.

“That’s it,” she breathed. “Just like that. Now my skirt.”

My dick was aching now, straining against my zipper as I reached for the clasp of her skirt, dragging the zipper down slow. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a pair of panties that barely covered anything—black lace, hugging the soft curve of her pussy.

I could see the wetness already. A dark patch where her cunt was soaked through the fabric.

“Fuck, Mommy,” I groaned, dropping to my knees.

She let out a soft moan as I hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. Her pussy was slick, lips glistening, already swollen and pink. I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between her legs, licking a long stripe through her folds.

She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh god, yes—just like that, baby.”

I ate her like I was starving, sliding my tongue inside her, flicking over her clit, sucking until her thighs were trembling around my head. She tasted perfect—sweet and salty, and I couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck, I need you inside me,” she panted, tugging at my shirt. “Get naked. Now.”

I stood, stripping off my clothes so fast I nearly stumbled. My cock was rock hard, already leaking as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking slow.

“Such a good boy,” she murmured, dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth.

I groaned, hips jerking as her lips slid down my shaft, sucking me deep. Her tongue swirled around the head, and I could feel my balls tightening already—she was too fucking good at this.

Then she pulled back, licking her lips. “Bed. Now.”

I followed her to the bedroom, watching as she crawled onto the mattress, ass in the air, looking back at me with dark, needy eyes.

“Fuck me, baby,” she begged.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed her hips, lining myself up with her soaked pussy, then pushed inside with one hard thrust.

She screamed, back arching as I filled her, her cunt clenching around me like a vice. I set a brutal pace, slamming into her, our skin slapping together as she moaned beneath me.

“Just like that,” she gasped. “Fuck, just like that—I’m gonna cum!”

I felt her tighten around me, her whole body shaking as she came, and that was all it took—I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a groan.

She collapsed onto the bed, panting, and I fell beside her, still trying to catch my breath.

She turned her head, smirking. “Good boy.”

I grinned back. “Anytime, Mommy.”