The house was dead quiet except for the hum of the fridge and my heartbeat thudding in my ears. Dad had just pulled out of the driveway, heading to his night shift. I’d been rubbing my crotch through my jeans, thinking about this moment all day.

I crept into Mom’s bedroom. She was in bed, lights dim, wearing a thin silk robe that hung loosely around her. Her legs were bare, and I could see the dark patch between them. She looked up at me, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “Thought he’d never leave,” she whispered.

I closed the door, locked it, and climbed onto the bed. Her robe slipped off, revealing her big tits, nipples hard against the air. She reached for my belt, undoing it with practiced skill, and pulled my stiff cock out. It was thick, throbbing, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I didn't have to tell her what I wanted.

“Get that ass up,” I growled, snatching her thong off. She obeyed, pressing her moist lips open. A trace of her smell hit me—salty, musky, so fucking eager. I licked my fingers and rubbed her clit slow, feeling her pussy pulse and grip my digits.

“Please,” she moaned, arching her back like a cat in heat. I positioned myself behind her, knowing exactly how deep this goes. I rubbed the tip of my oily cock along her wet slit, listening to her gasp. “Turn your sexy ass up,” I whispered, and I slammed my dick in one deep, slick thrust.

She screamed, but muffled it into the pillow. Her