Chapter 5

The sun streamed through the large bay window, casting a golden glow over the family living room. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and toast wafted through the air, mingling with the faint aroma of last night’s perfume still lingering on our skin. I stretched languidly, my body deliciously sore from the night before, as I padded downstairs in search of caffeine.

Mom was already in the kitchen, her back to me as she poured two steaming mugs of coffee.

She was dressed in a simple robe, her long hair cascading down her back in loose waves. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight caught the highlights in her hair.

“You’re up early,” she commented without turning around, as if sensing my presence. “Couldn’t sleep?”

I pushed off from the doorframe and crossed the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. “Not really,” I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her neck. “Too many exciting dreams.”

She shivered, setting the coffeepot down with a soft thud.

“Is that so?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my arm, her breath hitching as I trailed my fingers along her collarbone.

“Mm-hmm,” I confirmed, my lips still pressed against her neck. “Want to hear about them?”

She nodded, her head tilting to the side to grant me better access. I smiled, my fingers tracing a path down her arm as I began to describe my dream.

“It started with us here, in this very kitchen,” I said, my voice low and sultry.

“You were making breakfast, just like you are now. But then, I walked in, and you looked at me differently.”

Mom’s breath hitched, her body tensing slightly in my arms. “Differently, how?” she asked, her voice barely audible.

“Like you wanted me,” I whispered, my fingers tracing circles on her stomach. “Like you couldn’t resist me any longer.”

I felt her shiver, her body pressing back against mine. “And what happened next?” she asked, her voice hoarse with desire.

I smiled, my lips curving against her neck.

“I called Beto and he fucked us as usual” I said.

Mom gasped, her body tensing at the mention of her son.

“And you liked it, didn’t you?” I whispered, my fingers slipping beneath the hem of her robe, tracing the curve of her hip. “You liked having both of us, using us for your pleasure.”

She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I did.”

I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation. I knew she wanted more, needed more. And I was more than happy to oblige.

“is that why you told dad about the cheating? So you could have time away from him to fuck your kids? To fuck me and your step-son?” I asked, my voice laced with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Mom turned around to face me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a combination of embarrassment and excitement.

“Well, maybe,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, it’s not like I planned it or anything. It just sort of ... happened.”

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Just sort of happened, huh? Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it for a while.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Maybe I have.”

“Beto!” I shouted from the kitchen, waiting and calling for him to come down from his room and come into the kitchen where I was waiting for him. I heard footsteps descending the stairs and then he come.

For mom surprisa, already naked and hard. “Did you two plan this?” She ask us

, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of amusement. Beto and I exchange a glance, both of us trying to suppress our laughter.

“No, Mom,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s just ... morning wood, I guess.”

She raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “Morning wood, huh? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

Beto blushes, looking down at his lap, but I just grin. “Something like that,” I tease, my eyes locked onto hers.

And then we started fucking.

Right there in the kitchen, on the countertop, surrounded by the remnants of breakfast. Mom watched, her eyes wide with surprise and excitement, as Beto and I lost ourselves in each other. Her robe fell open, revealing her naked body beneath, and she began to touch herself, her fingers sliding between her legs as she watched us.

“God, you two are so fucking sexy,” she panted, her eyes locked onto ours. “The way you move together, the way you touch each other...

it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

Beto and I were lost in our own world, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization, our hands and mouths working together to bring each other to the brink of ecstasy. The sound of our moans filled the kitchen, mingling with the soft rustle of Mom’s robe as she touched herself, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Suddenly, Beto’s body tensed, his cock swelling inside me. “Lorena,” he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.

I could feel it too, the building pressure in my core, the tightening of my muscles. I was right there with him, ready to tumble over the edge.

“Come with me, Beto,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. I could feel the pleasure building, the waves crashing over me, pulling me under.

Beto’s body tensed, his cock pulsing inside me as he came undone. I cried out, my own orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing as I rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

Mom watched us, her eyes wide with amazement, her hand still moving between her legs. “That was ... that was incredible,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Beto and I collapsed against each other, our chests heaving, our skin slick with sweat. I could feel his heart pounding in time with mine, our bodies still connected, still trembling with the aftermath of our shared release.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, and I could see the love and devotion shining back at me. I smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“Good morning,” I whispered, my voice still husky from our exertions.

Beto grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good morning indeed,” he replied, his voice equally soft.

We stayed like that for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. But eventually, reality began to intrude, and I remembered that we weren’t alone.

I glanced over at Mom, who was still watching us, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and hunger. She had stopped touching herself, but her hand was still resting between her legs, her fingers glistening with her arousal.

“Mom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “Wanna join us?”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Beto’s eyes flicked to Mom, then back to me, a question in them. I nodded imperceptibly, letting him know it was okay.

Mom hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between us. Then, she seemed to make up her mind. She stepped closer, her robe falling open completely, revealing her naked body. She was a vision, her curves accentuated by the soft morning light streaming in through the window.