Its my Birthday.

Mom sits on the edge of the couch with me straddling my lap, our bodies pressed close. My hands rest on my mom’s shoulders while mom’s fingers slide up under the hem of my shirt, tracing the warm skin of my lower back.

Our mouths meet in a slow, deep kiss, tongues sliding together, soft wet sounds filling the quiet room. I rocks her hips gently, grinding down against the firm pressure of her thigh. Mom’s other hand cups the curve of my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer.

I moans into the kiss, my nipples stiffening under the thin fabric of my top as they rub against mom’s chest. Mom breaks the kiss to trail her lips down the side of my neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin while her fingers slip beneath the waistband of my skirt, finding the heat between my legs.

Mom wishper in my ear as she leans in close, "You’ve been teasing me all day, haven’t you? Walking around in that little skirt, bending over just enough for me to see..."

Her fingers trace the waistband of the grey pleated mini skirt, slipping underneath to stroke the bare skin of my hip. My crop top riding higher as my chest rises with each quick breath.

I said "Mom... what if someone walks in?" and mom said "Then they’ll see how wet my little girl gets when I touch her,", sliding her hand between those parted thighs. Her fingers find my panties and was pressing firmly against the heat, rubbing slow circles over my clit.

"Already soaked for me. Such a needy little slut." mom said. I bit my lip, hips rocking forward into the touch. "Please... don’t stop." "I want... I want your fingers inside me,"I said, grinding against mom’s hand. "Want you to fuck me right here."

"Good girl, so tight and hot around my fingers." she said and pumps them slowly at first, then faster, thumb rubbing my clit with each thrust.

"Mom... oh god, right there..."

"That’s it, baby, cum for me. Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze on my fingers." she fucks me harder, the wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet living room.

Her free hand slides up under the white crop top, cupping a breast and pinching the stiff nipple between her fingers. My legs tremble, my hips bucking wildly as I rides mom’s hand. "I’m... I’m gonna cum..."

"Do it. Cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are." Mom curls her fingers just right, pressing against that sensitive spot inside while her thumb works my clit faster. My whole body goes rigid, a broken cry tearing from my throat as I cum hard, my pussy clenching and pulsing around my mom’s fingers.

Wetness coats mom’s hand, dripping down her wrist as she keeps fucking me through the orgasm, drawing it out until the I am whimpering and shaking. Finally, mom slows her movements, gently withdrawing her fingers and brings them to my lips, pressing them inside.

"Taste how sweet you are." I suck obediently, tongue swirling around the digits, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

Mom pulls her fingers free and kisses me deeply, sharing the taste. "We’re not done yet, sweetheart.

Turn around and bend over the arm of the couch. I want that ass in the air." She gives my hip a firm squeeze, already reaching for the hem of her own striped top to pull it off. "Mommy’s going to fuck you properly now."