It was late afternoon. Mom was on the back porch with a romance novel in front of her face. It wasn't clear whether she was actually reading it or just day-dreaming behind it. In either case, I was feeling extremely horny and my gorgeous mother was looking decidedly fuckable. I didn't see any reason to hang back from acting on impulse. So I came up to her chair and cupped her underneath her big, firm breasts. As I massaged those fine, full titties in both hands, I asked her where Daddy was.

"Mmmmmmmm, who knows? Working late again, probably," Mom replied pressing my hands over her tits with her own.

"Great!"

I bent down and kissed her hard on the lips. My tongue slithered into her warm, wet mouth, which tasted vaguely of sweet wine. She kissed me back with a passion that wasn't entirely unexpected.

"Think we have time for a quick one, Mom?", I asked tweaking her erect nipples between thumb and forefinger.

"Hell, I sure hope so," grinned Mom. "You've got me hot now, honey. You better finish what you started.

Don't be shocked. I'm not the only son screwing his sexy mom these days. Where the hell do you think they got the term "mother-fucker" from, anyway? Almost a year has passed since that delightful afternoon when I discovered that a middle-aged woman has the experience and the desire to show a young man around the bed in ways that a younger girl could never dream of. The fact that the middle-aged woman in question was my own mother certainly didn't bother me if it didn't bother her.