A soft knock at the door made me glance up. “Come in,” I called, propping myself up on my elbows.

Mom stepped inside, her hips swaying gently in her silk robe. The fabric clung to her curves as she carried a tray of tea and a plate of freshly baked cookies. “Thought you might like something sweet,” she murmured, setting the tray beside me. I sat up fully, my bare legs brushing against the cool linen. “Thanks, Mom,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. Her eyes lingered on me for a beat too long, and I felt a flutter in my stomach that I quickly ignored.

She sat down at the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. “You’ve been so quiet lately,” she said, her thumb tracing the shell of my ear. I shivered, goosebumps rising along my arms. “Just thinking,” I replied, my breath hitching as her hand slid down to my neck. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my lips. “About what?” she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky tone.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “About... how nice it would be to kiss you,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. Her lips parted in surprise before curling into a slow, wicked smile. “Is that so?” she murmured, her fingers threading through my hair. I nodded, my pulse racing as she cupped my face and leaned in. Our lips met in a soft, hesitant brush at first, then deepened into something hungrier, more desperate.

The taste of her—sweet tea and something uniquely her—flooded my senses. Her tongue teased mine, slow and deliberate, coaxing a moan from my throat. I gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer as she pushed me back against the pillows. The robe slipped open, revealing the soft curve of her breasts beneath a lace camisole. I arched into her touch, my nipples hardening as she rolled one between her fingers.

She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “You like that, don’t you?” before kissing me again, deeper this time. Her free hand slid down my torso, teasing the waistband of my shorts before dipping beneath. I gasped as her fingers found my clit, circling it with torturous slowness.

“Mom,” I whimpered, my hips jerking involuntarily. She chuckled darkly, her breath hot against my ear. “Shh, baby. Let me take care of you.”

I writhed beneath her touch, my body betraying how much I wanted this. She stripped my shorts and panties off in one fluid motion, her eyes dark with hunger as she took in my nakedness.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” she growled, her fingers sliding between my folds. I cried out as she sank two fingers inside me, her thumb pressing against my clit in slow, deliberate circles.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice dripping with filth.

I could only nod, my body trembling with anticipation. She didn’t make me wait. Her head dipped between my thighs, her tongue lapping at my dripping pussy with slow, deliberate strokes. I moaned, my fingers tangling in her hair as she devoured me.

“Oh god, yes—just like that,” I gasped, my hips bucking against her face. She moaned against my flesh, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

She pulled back just enough to murmur, “You taste so good, baby. I could eat you all day.” Then she was back, her tongue flicking my clit with rapid flicks before sucking it into her mouth. I screamed, my back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed over me. “Cum for me, sweetheart,” she ordered, her fingers curling inside me. I obeyed, my body shuddering as my orgasm ripped through me. She lapped up every drop, her tongue relentless until I was a trembling, gasping mess beneath her.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were glistening with my arousal. She crawled up beside me, her robe now discarded, her body pressed against mine. “Your turn,” I panted, my fingers already seeking the waistband of her panties. She smirked, catching my wrist. “Later, baby. Right now, I want to feel you on my fingers.” I didn’t argue.

She guided my hand between her thighs, her breath hitching as I found her soaking wet. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. She guided my fingers inside her, her hips rolling against them. “Show me how you like it,” she purred, her hands gripping my waist as I fucked her with slow, deep strokes. I could feel her walls fluttering around me, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

“I want to feel your tongue on me again,” she begged, her voice breaking. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed her onto her back, my mouth diving between her legs. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair as I feasted on her. “Yes, just like that—oh fuck, baby, don’t stop.” I worked her clit with my tongue while two fingers pumped in and out of her, her walls clenching around me as she neared her orgasm.

She came with a cry, her body shuddering as her release gushed over my fingers. I lapped it up greedily, savoring the taste of her. When she finally stilled, her chest rising and falling rapidly, I kissed my way up her body, pausing to suckle her nipples before capturing her lips in a deep, filthy kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her hands roaming my body with newfound hunger.

“You’re insatiable,” she laughed breathlessly, her fingers sliding between my thighs again. “Good,” I smirked, spreading my legs wider. She didn’t need any more encouragement. Her tongue was back between my legs in seconds, her fingers joining in, fucking me in sync as she brought me to another shuddering climax. This time, we came together, our moans mingling in the charged air of the bedroom.