Chapter 1
My God, you’re so wet.
It wasn’t a question. It was a husky, awe-filled statement, my voice thick with a desire I’d fought for years. The proof was all over my fingers, glistening in the low light of her bedroom.Mom’s head fell back against the pillows, a ragged sigh escaping her lips. “It’s all for you, baby. It’s always been for you.”Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me back down to her. My mouth found hers again, a messy, hungry clash of tongues that tasted of coffee and desperation. My other hand, the one not slick with her arousal, cupped the incredible fullness of her breast, my thumb circling a taut nipple through the lace of her bra.I broke the kiss, breathing hard. “I found them. Your drawer. My boxers.”Her eyes, dark pools of lust and something like fear, went wide for a split second before a slow, wicked smile spread across her face. No denial. No shame. Just a raw, primal honesty that shot straight to my groin.“Which ones?” she whispered, her voice a low purr. “The gray ones from Christmas? They’re my favorite. The cotton is so soft… and it smells so much like you.”Her admission, so blatant, so carnal, shattered the last of my restraint.*It had started an hour ago. I was looking for an old photo album in her room, something to show a friend. My hand brushed against the back of her underwear drawer, and I felt something that wasn’t silk or satin. Rough, well-worn cotton.Curiosity, a strange, coiling feeling in my gut, made me push her delicate things aside. There, hidden beneath a pile of scarves, was a small stash of my own underwear. A pair of boxer briefs I’d thought I’d lost at the gym. Another pair, the gray ones, stained with a distinct, darker patch at the front. They weren’t just stored away; they were used. The faint, musky scent of her arousal, mixed with the faded smell of my own detergent, rose from the fabric.The door creaked open. “Honey, did you find—?”She froze in the doorway, her eyes locking onto the evidence in my hands. A deep, crimson blush flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t look away. She just stood there, one hand on the doorframe, her chest rising and falling rapidly under her thin blouse.The air crackled. The confession hung between us, silent and immense.“Mom…” I began, but words failed me.She took a step into the room, then another, her gaze never leaving mine. “I couldn’t help it,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re… you’re everywhere in this house. Your smell on your towels, your laughter in the halls. I lie in bed at night and I can feel you asleep down the hall. It’s agony.”She was right in front of me now. I could see the rapid pulse at the base of her throat.“When your father left… this ache just grew and grew. And the only thing that soothed it… was pretending you were there with me. That it was your weight on me. Your touch.”Her hand came up, trembling slightly, and brushed against the bulge growing in my jeans. The touch was electric.“Do you hate me?” she breathed.In answer, I dropped the boxers and grabbed her, crashing my lips to hers. It was the spark that lit the fuse.*Now.I tore at the clasp of her bra, freeing her magnificent breasts. They spilled into my hands, heavy and warm. I bent my head, taking a pebbled nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, sucking deeply. Her back arched off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.“Yes! Oh, God, just like that…”My hands went to the waistband of her leggings. I yanked them down, along with her panties, in one frantic motion.And there she was.The most intimate part of her, laid bare. A lush, beautiful thicket of dark, curling hair, drenched and gleaming. It was wild, untamed, and utterly erotic. I’d never seen anything so perfect in my life.“It’s so hairy,” I murmured against her stomach, my breath hot on her skin. “So fucking beautiful.”A sob of relief and need escaped her. “You don’t mind?”“Mind? I’m going to worship it.”I slid down the bed, settling between her legs. I buried my face in that soft, wet jungle, inhaling her deep, musky scent. My scent is on her, and hers is on my clothes, and we are a circle of want. My tongue found her core, parting her slick folds to delve into her heat.She screamed. Her hips bucked wildly off the mattress as I feasted on her, my tongue tracing circles around her clit before sucking it firmly into my mouth. Her taste exploded on my tongue—sweet, salty, utterly addictive. I drove my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, as my thumb pressed rhythmically against her sensitive nub.“I’m gonna… I can’t… don’t stop!” she chanted, her voice breaking.I didn’t stop. I redoubled my efforts, pressing my whole face into her, drowning in her. Her thighs clamped around my head as her orgasm ripped through her, a violent, shaking tremor that made her cry out my name over and over.I kissed my way back up her trembling body. I was painfully hard, my cock straining against my jeans. She reached for my belt with frantic hands, fumbling with the buckle.“I need to feel you,” she panted. “All of you. I need you inside me. Now.”She finally got my jeans and boxers down, and my erection sprang free, slapping against my stomach. Her eyes widened at the sight, and a hungry sound rumbled in her chest. She wrapped her hand around me, her touch firm and knowing, stroking my length, smearing the precum beading at the tip.“You’re so big, baby,” she moaned. “I’ve dreamed of this.”She guided me to her entrance. The head of my cock pressed against her unbelievable wetness, nudging through that soft, damp hair. We both gasped at the contact.I looked into her eyes, dark with a lifetime of hidden longing. “Are you sure?”“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” she said, pulling my hips down to hers. “Just… take what’s yours.”I pushed forward.The sensation was blinding. An intense, velvety heat enveloped me, drawing me in, swallowing me whole. She was so tight, so incredibly wet, every nerve ending in my body screaming in ecstasy. I sank into her depths until our bodies were flush, until I was buried to the hilt inside the woman who gave me life.We both went utterly still for a heart-stopping moment, our eyes locked, the immensity of what we were doing hanging in the air. Then a slow, deep smile spread across her face, pure bliss and triumph.“Finally,” she sighed, her body clenching around me. “You’re home.”And I began to move.
