The first time I saw mom naked, it was accidental—but the way mom’s full, round tits swayed as she stepped out of the shower made me breath catch.

I just turned sixteen, my own body still with the kind of curves that made men crazy and now, apparently, my own mom. Mom was beautiful and hot and sexy. But seeing her like this, water dripping down her flushed skin, the dark triangle between her thighs glistening, sent a heat pooling between my legs I did’t expected.

Mom froze when she noticed me standing there, towel half-dropped, but instead of covering herself, she smirked and smiled. "See something you like?"

My face burned. "I—I wasn’t looking!"

Mom laughed and said. "Liar. You’ve been staring at my tits since you were adopted" She stepped forward, close enough that I could smell the floral scent of her soap, could feel the warmth radiating off her damp skin. "Tell me the truth. Do you like what you see?"

I swallowed hard. "Y-yes."

Mom’s fingers traced down my arm, slow, deliberate. "Then why don’t you touch them?"

I knew I should say no. Should step back. Should pretend this was a mistake. But the way my own body was betraying me—my nipples hard under my bra, my thighs pressing together—made it impossible to resist.

"Okay," I whispered.

Mom’s smile was triumphant as she guided my hand to her breast, pressing my palm against the soft flesh. I gasped as I felt the weight of it, the warmth, the way mom’s nipple pebbled under my touch. Mom’s moan was soft, needy. "Mmm, baby, you feel good."

My fingers explored on instinct, squeezing, testing the weight, my own pussy throbbing in response. I imagined is this what dad also feels when he touches her like this !!

Mom’s breath hitched as I thumb brushed her nipple, and she let out a low, needy sound. "Fuck, you’re good at that."

I said. "I do have fantasized about this".

Mom was surprised. "About me?"

"About your body," I admitted. "About what it would feel like to touch you like this."

Mom’s hand slid down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I gasped as mom’s fingers found my soaked panties, pressing against my clit through the fabric. "You’re soaked, You’ve wanted this for years, haven’t you?" Mom said.

My hips jerked forward, needing more. "Yes." I said "I want you to fuck me and I don’t think we’ll ever go back."

Mom smiled and said "We’re never getting enough of each other, are we?"

I laughed and said. "No. We’re not." and realized, I didn’t just want this but needed it.

Weeks turned into months, and our sessions became more frequent, more intense.