**Kitchen Confessions**

I never planned for it to happen this way, but here we were—my mom bent over the kitchen counter, her ass pressed against my jeans, my cock already straining against the zipper.

It started simple enough. She was making breakfast, wearing those tight leggings she always wore, the ones that hugged her thick thighs and curved around her full ass. She was 37, but she had the body of a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. And fuck, did she drive me crazy.

I walked up behind her, pretending to reach for the coffee mug, letting my body press just a little too close. She didn’t move away.

“You’re in my way,” she murmured, but her voice was softer than usual, breathier.

I grinned, sliding a hand onto her hip. “You don’t seem to mind.”

She turned her head, her lips parted, and that was all the invitation I needed. I kissed her, hard, my tongue pushing into her mouth before she could protest. Not that she did. Her body melted against me, her ass grinding back against my cock.

“Fuck, mom,” I groaned into her mouth, my hands sliding down to grope her ass through the thin fabric.

She moaned, arching into me. “We shouldn’t…”

But she didn’t stop me when I tugged her leggings down, exposing her bare ass—no panties. Fuck. My fingers dug into her cheeks, spreading her, my thumb brushing over her wet pussy.

“You’re soaking,” I growled.

“Because of you,” she gasped, pushing her hips back into my touch.

I didn’t waste time. I unzipped my jeans, my cock springing out, already leaking. I pressed the head against her slit, teasing her.

“Tell me you want it,” I demanded.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered.

I buried myself inside her in one hard thrust, her tight cunt gripping me like she’d been waiting for this. She cried out, her nails scratching at the counter as I started fucking her, deep and rough.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me with every thrust.

“Oh god, yes,” she moaned, her ass jiggling with every snap of my hips. “Just like that, baby.”

Hearing her call me that—fuck. I shoved her forward, bending her over even more, her tits pressed against the counter. I slapped her ass, making her yelp, then fucked her harder. The sounds were filthy—her wet pussy sucking me in, her moans, the slap of skin on skin.

I reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Come on mom, come for me.”

She did, her whole body shaking, her cunt clenching around me like a vice. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted, her pussy spasming.

I couldn’t hold back. I pounded into her one last time, my cock throbbing as I came deep inside her, filling her up.

We both stayed there, panting, my cock still buried in her.

She turned her head, looking back at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “We’re going to hell for this.”

I smirked, pulling out slowly, watching my cum drip down her thighs. “Worth it.”