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“I’ll try and remember that next time,” I tease, and she shakes her head, mutters something under her breath about ‘boys’ and walks into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I stare at the heavy wooden barrier for a moment before making my way to my own room and heading inside. Stripping down to my boxers, I sit on the edge of the bed and silently face my inner conflict.

It’s painful how much I want her, but the risk of being caught is so high. A part of me doesn't care and wants to throw caution to the wind and just go for it, while the other part of me is strongly considering the repercussions of both getting caught, and then what will happen when the truth is out.

I’m not sure how long I’m sitting there warring with two sides of myself, but I can’t hear any movement or signs that Mom is still awake. A glance at the clock tells me that it’s nearly 2am, and it’s late enough that if I’m going to do anything, it needs to be now.

I didn’t realize which part of me had won the internal war until I was standing outside her bedroom door. Cracking it open a fraction, I listen for the sound of her breathing. Her breaths are even, indicating that she's in a deep sleep. Before I can reconsider my course of action, I push the door wider open and walk into her room. It’s dark, but I can make out the shadowy form of her sleeping figure on the bed, and I quietly cross the room until I’m standing beside her.

Crouching down, I reach out to stroke her face. Warm breath hits the palm of my hand, and I shudder, remembering how it felt on my dick last night before she sucked me off. Mouth dry, I swallow at the memory. Tracing her slightly parted lips with my fingers, I push the tip inside her mouth, running it over the end of her tongue before withdrawing.

Barely able to remain calm enough to take this slow, I hurry around to the other side of the bed and climb in behind her. Snuggling up, I place my arm over her sleeping body and gently tug her close to me, spooning her from behind. The soft, warm cheeks of her ass against my cock wakes him up a little, and it doesn’t take long for me to get hard.

Pressed along the seam of her ass cheeks, the round globes taunt me with the forbidden place that’s nestled between them.

I wonder if she’s ever taken a cock in there.

Imagining being her first time for something so intimate makes my balls ache and my cock throb with desire. Maybe one day I’ll get to find out for myself. For now, I’m more than content with claiming her pussy as rightfully mine.

Chapter Fourteen

Edward

Trailing my fingers along the front of her body, I bury my face in her neck and hair, kissing her gently and inhaling her sweet scent. Mom shifts in her sleep, unwittingly opening herself up for further exploration. I squeeze her full breast with my palm, pinching the nipple between my fingers as I massage it.

I slide my other arm beneath her, pulling her more firmly against me as I use my free hand to caress her thigh as I angle myself round to stroke her clit.

“Max,” she mumbles in her sleep as she moves her leg, giving me better access to the forbidden treasure trove between her thighs. I kiss her neck, biting down softly as I push one finger, then another, inside of her.

She’s already dripping with arousal, and I shove my boxers down to my knees before positioning myself behind her. Dry fucking her between her legs, my dick hits my hand as I work her pussy, delving in deep and angling my fingers to make her climax.

The muscles tighten around my fingers as a fresh flood of juices coats them.

“Ohhh,” she moans, matching the speed of my fingers and fucking them eagerly, demonstrating how she’ll ride my cock when I finally get it inside her again.

Rolling onto my back, I bring her with me until she’s reverse straddling me. The feel of her wet pussy on me makes me groan, and unable to wait any longer, I lift her up. Allowing my dick to spring upright, I carefully position her above me, teasing her entrance with the tip.

“Please,” she begs, squirming and trying to push down.

I don’t care that she’s my mom, and I don’t care that she thinks I’m my dad. I want her, and I’m not going to hold back. In a single, swift movement, I lower her, impaling her with my cock in one smooth motion.

Her squeal as I fill her instantly is like music, and I lift her again, then thrust upward, driving into her in deep strokes. Cool sweat coats my chest at the sheer intensity of the pleasure ripping through me, and I know I have to slow down if I want to make this last.

I stop for a moment, buried fully inside of her as I work to catch my breath. A groan escapes me when she rolls her hips, grinding herself against mine and using me as her own personal fuck-toy. Squeezing her waist, I meet her pace, enjoying the slow, but intense build-up as she expertly brings me closer and closer to finishing.

Reaching around her, I pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger, then rub it in time with her movements on top of me.

“Ohhh,” she cries out as an orgasm rips through her, and the convulsing of her pussy around my cock damn near tips me over the edge.

The light flickers on, and standing in the doorway with a look of disgust and outrage contorting his features, is my father.

Chapter Fifteen

Edward

I’m too far gone to stop, and as Mom squeals with a mixture of horror and pleasure, her pussy clenches around my cock once more, I come. Digging my fingers into her hips, I spill out inside of her, my body jerking as I fill the tight space with my cum.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” he bellows, angrier than I’ve ever seen him before in my life.

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