Chapter 5: The Risk Starts

The next Thursday night came wrapped in the same electric anticipation that now lived under my skin every single day. Dad’s poker game was supposed to run late, but I was already in the master bedroom when Laura slipped through the door wearing nothing but a thin white tank top that clung to her curves and nothing underneath. The moment the lock clicked she dropped the tank top, standing bare and hungry, and pulled me into a kiss that tasted like pure need.

“Mommy’s been wet all day thinking about this,” she whispered against my mouth, her hand already sliding down to grip my cock through my boxers. She pushed me onto the bed and took her time with a long, teasing blowjob—tongue swirling slow circles around the head, lips sliding down inch by inch while her ponytail swung like a pendulum. She kept glancing at the door, listening for any sound downstairs, but never stopped. Her mouth was warm, wet, and relentless, edging me until my hips bucked and pre-cum coated her tongue.

When she knew Dad was still out, she flipped onto all fours on the bed, arched her back, and looked over her shoulder with that wicked smile. “Fuck me like this tonight, baby. Deep and hard—Mommy wants to feel every inch from behind.”

I knelt behind her, heart racing. Her toned runner’s ass was raised high, back perfectly curved, smooth lips glistening and already dripping down her inner thighs. The view alone made my cock throb. I lined up and pushed in slowly, the angle completely different—tighter, deeper, more animal. She reached back, grabbed my hips, and taught me the rhythm: how to grip her waist, how to thrust without mercy. Our bodies slapped together, skin on skin, her moans muffled into the pillow at first. “That’s it ... fuck Mommy harder ... you feel so much bigger from this angle.”