I was terrified of waking her and complicating everything, so I left the lights off. Moving carefully in the darkness, I slipped out of my pants. My cock was already rock-hard from the unbearable desire that had been building all evening.
Guided by memory, I climbed onto the bed. I lifted the blanket and reached out, my hand landing on a smooth, delicate thigh. A rush of excitement surged through me. This little minx isn’t wearing any pajamas at all. She’s completely naked, waiting for me.
I quickly rolled on the condom, gripped her waist with both hands, and pulled her panties aside. Positioning my throbbing cock at her entrance, I pressed the swollen head against her tight opening and pushed forward gently. The tip parted her soft folds and slipped inside.
She let out a soft, sleepy murmur and shifted slightly, but she didn’t wake up.
Because of the alcohol, her pussy felt different tonight—plump, incredibly soft, and velvety, like warm cream. Even though she wasn’t very wet, the intense heat and tightness made every inch feel heavenly. With a careful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, my cock pressing against the deepest, softest part of her.
I let out a long, shuddering breath of relief. The woman beneath me released a faint, dreamy moan that sounded almost ethereal—seductive and sweet.
But the moment that voice reached my ears, it hit me like a thunderclap. My brain exploded with shock. I knew that voice. It wasn’t Lily’s at all.
It was Mom’s.
I froze instantly, as if turned to stone. I remained kneeling there, rigid, with Mom’s beautiful legs spread on either side of my thighs. My mind spun in chaos. Part of me still clung to a desperate hope that I was wrong. I strained my ears, listening for any sound in the dark room.
Meanwhile, my cock twitched deep inside her warm, silky pussy. The condom did little to dull the sensation—the tight, rippling walls squeezed me perfectly, massaging every inch with slick heat. It felt even better than being inside Anna’s virgin pussy.
My heart pounded wildly. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t dare make a sound.
After what felt like an eternity, her breathing gradually deepened again into soft, steady snores. My eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the window. I looked toward the head of the bed and saw a beautiful, familiar face turned to the side, partially hidden by long, tousled hair.
There was no doubt. It wasn’t Lily. With Aunt Sophia on night shift, there was only one possibility left.
Oh my God…
A chill ran down my spine. Goosebumps erupted across my skin, and my legs trembled. I had just fucked my own mother.
If I can just withdraw without waking her, tonight never happened. It will be our secret. It won’t count.
I took two deep breaths, slowly rocked my hips back, and began easing my cock out of her. Her plump, creamy inner walls clung to me as if reluctant to let go. Suddenly, Mom’s legs twitched, and a short, pained moan escaped her throat.
I froze in terror, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest. After a tense moment, a trace of sticky nectar seeped out around my shaft, coating us both. Thankfully, she was deeply drunk. Her breathing soon returned to its soft, rhythmic pattern.
I continued pulling back carefully. With the added lubrication, it became smoother. Every inch sent ripples of pleasure through me as her tender walls squeezed and fluttered. When the head finally slipped free, I exhaled in shaky relief. Her panties snapped back into place, covering her smooth, full mound.
All I had to do now was gently lower her legs, cover her with the blanket, and slip out of the room. It would be as if nothing had ever happened.
Perfect.
But as relief washed over me, so did an overwhelming wave of lust. My cock throbbed painfully, harder than ever, jumping with desperate need.
I remained kneeling there, replaying the secret glimpse I had stolen of Mom’s body that drunken night. I had buried those forbidden desires deep inside myself, knowing they were impossible. Yet the image of her smooth, hairless pink pussy had never left my mind.
Tonight, by some twisted twist of fate, I had pushed my cock into that very place. Maybe… Is this destiny giving me a chance?
I knew I was just rationalizing, searching for any excuse to justify sliding back inside her. It was wrong. It was incest. It went against everything.
But I had already been inside her once, and she hadn’t woken up. I was wearing a condom. Technically, I hadn’t truly fucked her bare. It wasn’t real incest if I didn’t finish inside, right?
The excuses sounded ridiculous even to me, but the fire in my body was too strong. I couldn’t resist.
Just for a moment… I’ll put it in for just a little while and pull out right away.
Like a man possessed, I reached down with trembling fingers, hooked her panties aside again, and guided my cock forward. The smooth, plump lips of her pussy seemed to suck the head in greedily. A wave of overwhelming pleasure made my scalp tingle and my whole body go weak.
The combination of physical ecstasy, the terrifying thrill of taboo, and the crushing guilt of incest made me shake uncontrollably.
After a pause, I pushed forward again. The fat, creamy folds parted as my cock sank back into her depths, pressing firmly against the softest spot inside her—her cervix. Eighteen years ago, I had come from this very place. Tonight, I had returned.
I stayed buried deep, savoring the incredible heat and the gentle squeeze of her walls. After a few moments, seeing that she remained fast asleep, I slowly withdrew until only the head remained inside, then pushed back in again.
Each careful thrust became easier as more of her sweet nectar flowed. The mature, velvety texture of her pussy was intoxicating—far more pleasurable than anything I had experienced with Lily or Anna. It was pure bliss.
In the faint light, I could see her exposed skin glowing pale and smooth. Her face, half-hidden by her hair, looked stunning—eyes closed, cheeks flushed, full red lips slightly parted, letting out soft, unconscious sighs. Her plump white tiger mound swelled around my shaft with every thrust, the entrance glistening and inviting.
My body burned. I was losing control.
Just a little more… I’ve already gone this far.
As if in a trance, I lifted her smooth legs onto my shoulders, found the perfect angle, and drove in with a wet sound. I began thrusting—slowly at first, then with a growing rhythm. Her pussy made lewd, slick noises as I moved inside her.
I kept the pace gentle, but even that made her full breasts jiggle beneath her bra. I ached to free them but didn’t dare risk waking her.
After several minutes, I grew bolder. I lifted her legs higher, pressing them toward her shoulders, and continued thrusting steadily. Mom’s body responded unconsciously—her hips shifting, soft moans spilling from her lips.
“Hmm… ah…”
Her voice grew sweeter and more urgent. I pressed her thighs apart wider, spreading her into a full split. Her flexible, dancer’s body allowed it easily. I held her legs down and began fucking her with faster, deeper strokes. Wet sounds filled the room as her nectar splattered with every thrust.
Her moans became longer, more melodic, like the most seductive song. Her eyes stayed tightly shut. Her small hands pressed weakly against my chest.
I was completely lost. Forgetting everything else, I pounded into her harder. My cock slammed against her deepest point again and again.
“Don’t… don’t… hmm… husband… ah… it’s too much… husband… hmm… ahhh…”
Her cries grew frantic. Suddenly, her brows furrowed deeply. She bit her lip hard, body tensing. A powerful orgasm ripped through her—her pussy convulsed wildly around my cock, flooding with hot juices.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust deep one final time, pressing the head of my cock firmly against her cervix through the condom, and erupted hard.