I can still hear the front door clicking shut and the hum of my daughter’s car pulling out of the driveway. She thinks she’s just heading to the grocery store for a few things, but she has no idea she’s left me alone with exactly what I’ve been craving.
I’ve spent the last hour pacing my bedroom, my skin humming with a restless, hungry energy. Mother In Law Phone Sex was just the appetizer I needed to get my mind right, whispering all the filthy things I planned to do the moment I had him all to myself. Now, the house is quiet, save for the steady rhythm of the shower running down the hall.
He’s young, firm, and has that look in his eyes… the one that says he knows he shouldn’t want his girlfriend’s mother, but he can’t help himself. I’m not your typical “mommy.” I’m lean, curvy in all the right places, and I know exactly how to use this Ebony glow to make a man lose his mind. I don’t want to break my daughter’s heart, but some connections are too electric to ignore.
I want him, I want our little secret, and I want it right now while the water is still steaming up the bathroom glass. I slip out of my silk robe, feeling the cool air hit my skin, and glide toward the bathroom. I don’t knock; I just slip inside. The steam is thick, smelling of his sandalwood soap.
I watch his silhouette through the curtain for a heartbeat before he turns the handle and steps out, water droplets glistening on his chest. He freezes, eyes widening as he sees me standing there, looking him up and down with a hunger that doesn’t need words. He starts to reach for a towel, but I step into his space, pressing a finger to my lips.
“Don’t say a word, baby,” I whisper, my voice dropping into that low, honeyed tone that always makes him tremble. “We have plenty of time before she gets back.” I sink to my knees on the cold tile, the contrast making my blood boil. I don’t give him a chance to protest. I take him in, savoring the way his breath hitches and his hands find their way into my hair.
I’m a seasoned woman; I know the rhythm, the pressure, and the art of a perfect blowjob better than any girl his age ever could. I look up at him through my lashes, watching his head fall back as I give him exactly what he’s been dreaming about. This is our private world, and as long as the grocery list is long, I’m going to make sure he knows exactly who the real queen of this house is.
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