**Caught in Her Thong**

The house was quiet, just the hum of the AC and the occasional creak of old wood. I’d been home alone for hours, trying—and failing—to focus on anything other than the pile of laundry Mom had left in the basket before heading out. I told myself I was just folding it for her, being helpful. But when my fingers brushed against the soft, white cotton of her thong, I couldn’t help myself.

I held it up, the delicate fabric stretched between my fingers. The waistband was worn just enough to show she wore these all the time, the faintest hint of her scent still clinging to them. My dick twitched in my sweatpants as I imagined her soft ass cheeks pressed against it, how the thin strip of cotton must barely cover her pussy. Before I knew it, I had my cock out, stroking slowly while I rubbed the thong against my shaft, groaning at the thought of her in them.

Then—the sound of the garage door. Fuck. I stuffed the thong into my pocket and barely got my dick tucked away before Mom walked in.

“Hey, sweetie,” she said, kicking off her shoes. She was still in her work clothes—tight slacks that hugged her curves, a blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease. Her dark hair was piled up in a messy bun, loose strands framing her face. And then I saw it—the outline of a thong visible through the thin fabric of her pants. Cotton. Just like the one burning a hole in my pocket.

She stretched, back arching, and I couldn’t stop staring.

“Long day?” I asked, voice rough.

“Mmhmm. Need a shower.” She pulled at her shirt, sighing. “God, I hate wearing all these layers.”

My pulse spiked. “Yeah, must be… uncomfortable.”

She smirked, then reached behind her back—and unhooked her bra right in front of me, sliding it out from under her blouse. My mouth went dry.

“Better,” she sighed, then turned toward the stairs. “Gonna go wash off. Don’t wait up.”

That should’ve been the end of it. But then she paused, hand on the railing—and bent over to pick up a dropped hairpin.

Jesus.

The way her slacks pulled taut over her perfect ass, the thin line of her thong cutting right between her cheeks. I could see everything—the shape of her pussy, the way the fabric clung. My cock strained against my zipper.

She turned her head, catching me staring. For a second, I thought she’d yell. Instead, she bit her lip. “Like what you see?”

Fuck. No going back now.

I closed the distance between us in two steps, my hands gripping her hips. She gasped as I ground my hard dick against her ass, my voice low in her ear. “Yeah. Especially this.” I slid my fingers under the waistband of her pants, tracing the edge of her thong.

Mom shivered, pressing back against me. “Been thinking about me?”

“All fucking day.” I yanked her slacks down just enough to expose her ass—and the white cotton thong barely covering her. She was wet, the fabric damp between her thighs.

“God, look at you,” I groaned, rubbing my thumb over the soaked spot. She moaned, grinding against my hand.

I didn’t wait. I pushed the thong aside and sank two fingers into her pussy, her tight walls clamping down immediately. She cried out, gripping the railing. “Fuck—just like that—”

I fucked her with my fingers, fast and rough, her wetness coating my hand. “You wear these just to drive me crazy?” I growled, nipping at her neck.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Knew you’d—oh fuck—notice.”

I pulled my fingers out, making her whimper, then spun her around. Her blouse was open, tits bare, nipples hard. I palmed one, squeezing roughly as I dropped to my knees in front of her.

The thong was soaked. I hooked my fingers in the sides and tugged it down her legs, her pussy glistening. No hesitation—I buried my face between her thighs, sucking her clit hard.

Mom’s hands tangled in my hair, her hips jerking. “Yes, baby, right there—”

I licked and sucked, fucking her with my tongue until she was shaking. Then I stood, shoving my sweatpants down. My cock slapped against her stomach, thick and leaking.

“Need you,” she panted, reaching down to stroke me. “Fuck me right now.”

I lifted her onto the stairs, spreading her legs wide. The first thrust was brutal—no slow buildup, just my cock slamming deep into her tight cunt. She screamed, nails digging into my shoulders as I pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping filling the house.

“You love this,” I grunted, gripping her hips. “Love your son fucking you raw.”

“Yes,” she moaned, arching into each thrust. “So fucking good—”

I could feel her clenching around me, getting tighter, and then she was coming, her pussy squeezing my cock like a vice. I didn’t stop—just kept driving into her until my balls tightened and I came hard, filling her up.

We collapsed against the stairs, both panting. Her thong was still tangled around one ankle.

She smirked, breathless. “Guess I’m not making it to that shower.”

I grinned, running my thumb over her swollen lips. “Round two first.”