**Title: Backyard Confessions**

It was one of those slow summer afternoons when the humidity hung thick in the air, clinging to our skin. Mom had just come out to the backyard in her little white sundress—the one she always wore when she was gardening. The thin fabric stuck to her curves in the heat, and I could see the outline of her pink lace bra through it. She bent over the flowerbed, her ass swaying slightly, and I couldn’t help but stare.

I’d been fantasizing about her for years—her full, heavy tits, the way her nipples always seemed to press against her clothes, begging for attention. And right now, they were practically on display as she leaned forward, the neckline of her dress dipping dangerously low.

“You’re staring,” she murmured without looking up, her voice teasing.

I swallowed hard. “Can’t help it.”

She straightened, turning to face me with a smirk. The dress rode up her thighs, and I could see the edge of her panties—just a flash of lace. “You like what you see, baby?”

Heat flooded my face, but my cock was already stiffening in my shorts. “Fuck, Mom… you know I do.”

She stepped closer, running a finger down my chest. “Bad boy,” she whispered, biting her lip. “You want these, don’t you?”

Before I could answer, she took my hand and pressed it against her left breast. Her tit was soft and heavy in my palm, her nipple already hard under the fabric. I groaned, squeezing gently, and she arched into my touch.

“God, yes…” she sighed.

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I yanked the front of her dress down, freeing her gorgeous tits from their confinement. Her pink nipples were stiff, begging for my mouth, so I leaned in and sucked one between my lips. She gasped, fingers tangling in my hair as I flicked my tongue over her nipple, teasing it into a tight peak.

“That’s it, baby… suck Mommy’s tits,” she moaned, grinding her hips against my thigh.

I switched to the other nipple, licking and sucking while I palmed the first one, pinching it between my fingers. She was panting now, her cunt wet enough that I could smell her arousal. I slid a hand up her skirt, stroking her through the lace of her panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled.

She whimpered, pushing her hips into my hand. “Need you inside me… right here.”

I didn’t hesitate. I tore her panties aside and plunged two fingers into her tight pussy, crooking them to hit her g-spot. She cried out, her tits bouncing as I finger-fucked her fast and deep.

“Gonna make you come all over my hand, Mom,” I muttered, rubbing my thumb over her clit.

She came with a shudder, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. But I wasn’t done. I unzipped my shorts, freeing my rock-hard cock, and pushed her back against the garden table.

“Ride me,” I demanded.

She bit her lip, hiking up her skirt before lowering herself onto my dick. Her tight, wet cunt swallowed me whole, and she moaned as she started bouncing, her tits swaying right in my face. I grabbed them, squeezing and kneading as she fucked herself on my cock, her walls clenching around me.

“Shit, Mom… you feel so fucking good,” I groaned.

She rode me harder, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Come inside me, baby… fill Mommy up.”

I couldn’t hold back. With a deep thrust, I exploded inside her, my cum spilling into her tight pussy as she kept grinding, milking every last drop.

She collapsed against me, her tits pressed to my chest, both of us breathless.

“Next time,” she whispered, “we won’t wait so long.”