**”Just One Kiss”**

I never planned for this to happen, but here we are. My mom and I always had this weirdly close relationship—more like best friends than mother and son. We joked around, flirted sometimes, but never crossed *that* line… until tonight.

It started with a movie, some stupid rom-com she insisted we watch together. Halfway through, she shifted closer on the couch, her thigh brushing against mine. I didn’t move, and neither did she. Then, during some cheesy love scene, she turned her head and looked at me—really looked at me—like she was seeing me for the first time.

“You’re so much like your dad,” she murmured, her fingers tracing my jaw.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

She nodded, her lips parting slightly. And then—fuck—she leaned in.

It was just a soft press of her mouth against mine at first, almost hesitant. But the second our lips touched, something snapped. Her hand slid into my hair, pulling me deeper, and I groaned into her mouth, tasting the wine on her tongue.

She moaned, low and needy, and I couldn’t stop myself—I grabbed her hips and pulled her onto my lap, her ass grinding down onto my already-hard cock.

“God, mom,” I gasped against her lips, my hands sliding under her shirt, feeling the soft skin of her waist. “Fuck, I want you.”

She rocked against me, her pussy pressing right where my dick strained against my jeans. “Then take me,” she whispered, kissing me harder, her tongue tangling with mine.

I yanked her shirt off, shoving her bra down to free her tits. Her nipples were hard, pebbled under my fingers as I pinched and rolled them. She arched into my touch, gasping, her hips moving in desperate little circles.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I flipped her onto her back on the couch, tearing at the button of her jeans. She helped me, shimmying out of them, and fuck—she wasn’t wearing panties.

Her pussy was glistening, already wet, her clit swollen. I groaned, burying my face between her legs, licking a hot stripe up her slit.

“Oh fuck, *yes*,” she whimpered, her hands fisting in my hair.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it hard and fast. She jerked beneath me, her thighs clamping around my head as she came with a cry, her cunt pulsing against my tongue.

Before she could recover, I shoved my jeans down, my cock springing free, thick and aching. I lined myself up, the head pressing against her soaked entrance.

“Tell me you want it,” I growled.

She looked up at me, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. “Fuck me, baby. Please.”

I thrust inside in one rough push, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice. She screamed, her nails digging into my back as I started pounding into her, each thrust driving her higher up the couch.

Her legs hooked around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Don’t stop,” she begged, “don’t fucking stop.”

I didn’t. I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass, the sound obscenely loud. She came again, her pussy clamping down, milking my cock as I slammed into her.

I couldn’t hold back. With a groan, I buried myself deep and came, my cum shooting inside her as she moaned my name.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, still tangled up. She turned her head, kissing me slow and soft—just like how it started.

“Best. Movie night. Ever,” she whispered.

I grinned against her lips. “Yeah. But we’re definitely skipping the movie next time.”