**Caught in the Steam**

I never meant for things to go this far, but sometimes lust just takes over. My buddy Jake had invited me over after practice, and like always, his mom was there—a total MILF, mid-forties but built like a woman half her age. Tight yoga pants hugging her thick thighs, tits that still sat high and full under her tank tops. I’d been stealing glances for months, fantasizing about what she’d look like naked, how she’d moan if I got my hands on her.

Tonight, the opportunity came. Jake had to run out for something, leaving me alone in the house with her. I heard the shower running upstairs—her shower. The bathroom door wasn’t fully closed, just a sliver of steam curling out into the hallway. My dick was already hard just thinking about it. I crept up, heart pounding, and pushed the door open just enough to see inside.

She was there, back turned, water sluicing down her smooth skin, her ass round and perfect, glistening under the spray. I could see the curve of her waist, the swell of her tits as she soaped herself. My hand went to my cock, stroking through my jeans as I watched. Then she turned, catching me in the mirror.

Her eyes widened, mouth opening to say something, but I was already moving. I shoved the door open and stepped inside, locking it behind me. “Shh,” I hissed, grabbing her wrist before she could cover herself. “Don’t scream.”

She tried to pull away, but I was stronger. I pinned her against the shower wall, my body pressing into hers. The water beat down on both of us, soaking my clothes, but I didn’t care. She gasped as my free hand groped her tits, squeezing the soft flesh, my thumb rubbing over her nipple until it stiffened.

“Stop—you can’t—” she whimpered, but the way her breath hitched told me she wasn’t as against it as she pretended.

I didn’t answer, just spun her around so her chest was pressed to the slick tiles. She tried to twist away, but I held her firm, my other hand sliding between her legs. Her pussy was hot and wet, and not just from the shower. My fingers found her clit, rubbing rough circles until her thighs trembled.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her head dropping forward.

I took that as permission. I shoved my soaked jeans down just enough to free my cock, already throbbing and leaking. I pressed against her entrance, feeling her tense. “No, please—” she started, but I didn’t stop. I pushed inside in one rough thrust, her tight cunt gripping me like a vise.

She cried out, but the sound was half-moan, half-protest. I didn’t care. I fucked her hard, my hips slamming into her ass with every stroke. The shower spray made everything slick, my balls slapping against her as I buried myself deep.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growled, one hand fisting in her wet hair. “You like getting fucked by your son’s friend?”

She didn’t answer, but her body did—her pussy clenched around me, wetter than before. I reached around and pinched her clit, making her gasp. “Tell me,” I demanded.

“Y-yes,” she finally whimpered. “Fuck, yes.”

That was all I needed. I pistoned into her, the sound of our skin slapping lost under the rush of water. Her tits swayed with every thrust, her ass jiggling as I took her. I could feel her getting closer, her breath coming in shaky moans.

“Cum for me,” I ordered, twisting her nipple hard.

She came with a choked cry, her pussy spasming around me, milking my cock. The feeling was too much—I shoved in deep and let go, filling her up as she shuddered against me.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip down her thighs, mixing with the water before it washed away. She slumped against the wall, breathing hard.

I stepped back, adjusting my clothes. “Tell Jake I had to go,” I said, smirking as I left her there, still trembling in the steam.