**Title: Caught in the Act**

I’d been sneaking around with Constance for months, ever since that scorching summer afternoon when she first pressed her lips against mine behind the pool house. She was wild, reckless—just like me. But tonight? Tonight was different.

We were at her place, sprawled across her bed, her body warm and eager under mine. Her pussy was already slick against my fingers as I teased her clit, her moans muffled by my mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I growled, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just the way she liked.

“Mmm, yeah, just like that,” she whimpered, grinding her hips down against my hand. “God, I need your cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I tugged her shorts down, her panties soaked through, and yanked my own jeans off, my dick already throbbing. I lined myself up, rubbing the head through her folds before pushing inside, her tight cunt gripping me like a vice. “Fuck, Connie,” I groaned, sinking deeper.

She arched her back, her tits bouncing as I fucked her hard, the bed creaking beneath us. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she pulled me closer, whispering filthy things in my ear. “Harder, baby, yeah—just like that—”

That’s when we heard it.

The door swung open.

“Connie?”

Her mom.

I froze mid-thrust, my dick still buried inside her. Connie gasped, her eyes going wide as her mom stood there, completely still, her expression unreadable.

For a second, no one moved.

Then, without a word, her mom stepped forward and shut the door behind her.

I expected screaming. Slaps. A fucking exorcism.

Instead, her mom’s eyes dropped between Connie’s legs—right where I was still sheathed inside her—and smirked. “Didn’t realize you were… busy.”

Connie tensed beneath me, her face burning. “Mom, I—”

But her mom cut her off with a wave of her hand. “Don’t stop on my account.”

My brain short-circuited. Did she just—?

Connie shifted, her pussy clenching around me, and I groaned. Her mom’s gaze flicked to mine, a challenge in her eyes. “Unless you’re done?”

Oh fuck no.

I gripped Connie’s hips and thrust hard, making her cry out. Her mom leaned against the dresser, arms crossed, watching like she had front-row seats.

“Jesus,” Connie gasped, her fingers tightening around the sheets as I started fucking her again, slow and deep.

Her mom licked her lips. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Take it.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Connie was writhing under me, her moans getting louder, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Fuck me,” she begged, her hands tugging at my hair. “Fuck me harder.”

I obeyed, slamming into her with everything I had, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her mom’s breathing was uneven now, her fingers toying with the hem of her blouse.

“You like watching your daughter get fucked?” I rasped, my hips pounding into Connie’s dripping pussy.

Her mom exhaled sharply. “Maybe.”

Connie gasped, her back arching as she came, her cunt squeezing me like a fist. I couldn’t hold back anymore—I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside her, groaning her name as I spilled every last drop.

When I finally pulled out, Connie’s mom was still there, her cheeks flushed, her thighs pressed together.

Connie sat up shakily, still catching her breath. “…Mom?”

Her mom smirked. “Next time, lock the door.”

And with that, she turned and left, leaving us staring at each other in stunned silence.

Fuck. That just happened.