"Happy Birthday Mom". I pushed the door open, balancing a tray of cheese cake, crackers, and another glass of wine.

"Mom my love, happy birthday!! I thought you might like a snack," I said softly and kissed her on her cheeks.

Mom wore a fitted, sleeveless top that clung to her developing curves and a pair of yoga pants that left little to the imagination.

"Thank you, baby. Just put it down here," mom said, patting the space beside her on the bed. I could feel my mom’s eyes on me, undressing me without even trying. "Sit with me for a bit?" mom asked, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. She patted the bed again, my own pulse quickening at the hesitation in my movements.

She had spent years pretending not to notice the way my body had blossomed, the way my hips swayed when I walk, the way my lips parted when I laugh, the way my breasts jiggle when i walk, the way my ass is visible when i wear skirts, the way i tease and be naughty aroud her and dad. I finally sat, perching on the edge of the bed like a nervous bird. "You look tired, Mom. Long day?" I asked.

Mom reached out, her fingers brushing my wrist as she took the wine glass. The touch sent a jolt through me. "Longer than you know," mom murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles on my skin. "But I think that’s about to change." she said.

Her gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, lingering on the swell of my breasts before meeting eyes again. "You’ve grown so beautiful. So sexy."

"Mom... we shouldn’t”, I said "Shouldn’t what, sweetheart? Sit here with your mother? Share a glass of wine?" "Or shouldn’t I tell you how good you look in that skirt and your ass in my red thong that you are wearing?

How every time you bend over, I have to look away?" She leaned in slightly, her breath warm against my cheek. "Or how I catch myself imagining what you’d feel like under my hands... or my mouth." I had never felt anything like this before, not with boys at school, not with anyone.

Mom’s words were wicked, forbidden, and yet they sent a thrill straight to my core, making my thighs press together instinctively.

"Mom, we can’t—" I whispered again. "Who’s going to stop us, love?", her lips hovering just above me. "You? Or me?"

Before I could protest—or react—mom closed the distance, her mouth crashing into mine in a searing kiss. I gasped against my mother’s lips, my hands flying to mom’s shoulders as if to push her away. But instead of resisting, her fingers curled into the fabric of mom’s blouse, gripping tight as mom’s tongue swept into my mouth.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, years of suppressed desire pouring into it. I moaned softly, my body arching into the touch, my own tongue tentatively meeting my mom’s. "That’s it, baby. Let me feel you."

Her hands slid down my sides, gripping my waist before pulling me fully onto the bed. "Mom—"

I could feel mom’s hands sliding under my top, fingers warm and insistent against my bare skin. The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast between mom’s experienced touch and my own inexperience making my head spin. "Shh, love. Let me take care of you."

Mom hands slid higher, cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of the top. "Fuck, you’re perfect, you are sexy, i know why your dad or other guys look at you that way" "

Mom—please—" I begged. I could feel mom’s fingers sliding down my stomach, dipping beneath my skirt and panties.

Mom’s touch was electric, sending sparks through my entire body. "Please what, baby? This?" Her fingers slid lower, brushing against panties, already damp with arousal. "Or like this?" mom’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding my bare pussy.

I groaned at the heat and wetness, "Fuck!" I cried out, my body jerking as mom’s fingers parted my lips, finding my clit with unerring precision.

"Mom, I—I’ve never—", mom shushed me, "I know, love. And I’m going to teach you everything."

Her fingers circled my clit slowly at first, then faster, building a rhythm that had my hips bucking off the bed. "You like that, don’t you? Being touched by your mother?" she murmured, her free hand sliding down to squeeze my ass.

I could only whimper in response, my body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach. I had touched myself before, but never like this—not with someone else’s fingers.

"Tell me you want it, Tell me you want your mother to fuck you." My breath came in ragged gasps, my body on the edge of something i had never experienced before. " Y-yes!" I sobbed. "Fuck me, Mom. Please—fuck me!"

Mom didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled her fingers away just long enough to strip my skirt and panties off, leaving me completely bare before her. My pussy was glistening, lips swollen and pink, clit throbbing.

Mom groaned, her own body aching with need as she shed her own clothes, revealing her full, heavy breasts and the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. My eyes widened as I look at her body—every curve, every dip, the way her hips flared out, the way her thighs pressed together slightly, hiding the glistening evidence of her own arousal. "Mom, you’re—you’re so beautiful, dad would be crazy about you”.

She replied, "And you’re mine," as she growled, before lowering her head and taking my pussy in her mouth in one smooth motion. I screamed, as mom’s tongue lashed over my clit, then dipped lower to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. "Oh fuck—Mom! Yes!"

My fingers tangling in mom’s hair as she ground her pussy against her face, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure through my body. Mom pulled back just enough to murmur, "That’s it, baby. Ride my face." “I want to eat you” and gripped my thighs, holding me open as she speared her tongue inside my tight, dripping cunt, fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes.

My moans filled the room, my body trembling as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. "Mom—I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum!" I sobbed, my hips bucking wildly against her face. "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my face. I want to taste you. I want to eat you."

My entire body seized as my orgasm crashed over her, my back arching off the bed as I screamed, my pussy clenching around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me. "MOM! FUCK!" I cried, my thighs trembling as mom lapped up every drop of my release.

When I finally collapsed back onto the bed, my body limp and sated, mom crawled up beside me. She cupped my face, kissing me deeply, letting me to taste myself on her tongue.

For a long moment, neither spoke—just the sound of their racing hearts and the occasional aftershock of pleasure shuddering through my body. I was just cuddling against her body and she was rolling her fingers al over me.

"So, was it everything you imagined?" and "You know we’re not done yet. It's just start of our new relationship"

I bit my lip, and said "Better than i have imagined and i want more of it", before pulling mom back down for another kiss.