Go home.

The Wayne family estate looked like it had gone through some pretty substantial uplifts while you were gone. Gone were the depressing gray stone walls and the black roof tiles. The walls have been given a fresh coat of white paint and the roof was now a hickory-brown hue.

The police cruiser dropped you at the front gate of your family home before promptly driving off. You wondered if the locks had been changed as you fished out a small ring of keys from your pocket.

You found that the key still fits.

You let yourself in and made your way up the long, expansive driveway to your family home. You tried the front door.

It was unlocked.

Quietly, you let yourself in. All was still inside the house. It didn’t look like anyone was home. You made your way up the stairs and went into your old room. The room had been tidied up, but everything seemed to be in place, just as you had left it. You decided to shower and throw on a fresh pair of shirt and jeans.

It was late morning on a weekday. You didn’t really expect anyone to be home until after 5 in the evening. As you pondered your next course of action, you stepped up to your bedroom window to get a load of the serene suburban view of your neighborhood.

Your eyes immediately detected movement in the backyard. To your surprise, someone had just stepped out of the small greenhouse below.

She was dressed in a red flannel shirt and loose black cotton shorts. Her modest attire did little to hide her jaw-dropping curves on her terrifically fit body. Her rich chestnut brown hair cascaded gracefully to her shoulder in a choppy bob. She was a rare natural beauty. You would describe her as more of a handsome woman than traditionally beautiful, but it made her all the more attractive.

Even you had a hard time believing that your mother, Victoria Wayne, had hit 40. She looked like a woman in her prime twenties. But not many twenty-somethings would be blessed with that incredible luscious ass and proud tits that seems to defy gravity, unless they went under the knife.

You watched your mom carry a potted plant out of the greenhouse towards the backyard garden which was lined with flowers. Smirking, you turned around and headed for the door.

You quickly made your way downstairs and then let yourself out the back door. Your mother was still in the garden, crouching in a corner, arranging flower pots with her back towards you.

You approached your mother and quietly stood a few paces behind her. “Hey mom,” you called out.

Your mother, Victoria, screamed. She leapt up to her feet and turned around. Her jaw dropped and she stared at you for nearly a minute, trying to process what she was seeing. “J-Jack?” She whispered.

You smiled and started to approach her. Your mom took a few panicked steps backwards, but you were faster. You reached out and pulled her against you. Your mom tried to push back against your chest but she was shaking and her efforts were half-hearted and weak.

“Jack… wait…” she gasped.

You leaned down and kissed your beautiful mother on her ravishing lips.

Your lovely mom, Victoria, struggled vainly against you for a few seconds before her resistance crumbled. She melted against you as your tongues clashed.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm” Victoria moaned.

You released her lips and studied her beautiful, heavily flushed complexion. Your hands moved behind her and you placed it possessively on her amazing curvy butt.

Victoria gasped. “Jack, no…” she protested weakly, “Please, not again…”

You started kissing her neck and felt her defenses completely crumble once again. “I want you mom,” you growled.

“This is… wrong,” she replied.

“I don’t care,” you said.

“Please… your father…”

“Can watch and jerk off as he did in the past.”

“Oh god…”

You started easing your mother down to lie on the grass. You roughly ripped open her shirt and tore off her bra before lowering yourself to suck and lick her incredible, voluptuous tits.

Victoria hissed with pleasure and clawed her hands through your hair.

After you had your fill with your mother’s soft bosoms, you started stripping off her shorts and then her cotton panties.

“Oh please…. Please… we can’t…” your mom whimpered but could not offer much resistance from the way her legs were shaking.

You smiled as you beheld your mother’s perfectly manicured cunt. Her pussy was completely engorged and flushed in a deep furious pink which highly contrasted with the rest of her flawless creamy-white skin. She was extremely wet.

As always, you felt quite proud that you were able to arouse your mother to such an extent. Your mom is the epitome of a strong independent woman. She was intelligent, willful, decisive, and always willing to take the lead. She had always wore the pants in her marriage. Your father on the other hand was more passive and always willing to compromise. As such, they were perfect for each other, complementing each other in many ways. But you knew that your dad could never make her pussy as hotly inflamed as it is right now.

While your dad made all the money, at home, mom was in charge. He deferred all household decisions to her and she raised her kids with as much strictness as love. Everybody knew not to mess with her. Everyone except you, that is. For some unexplainable reason, you could always get away with things your siblings can’t.

Things like this.

With one hand, you toyed with your mother’s beautiful, full breasts and with the other, you started fingering her very excited cunt. Victoria moaned reluctantly.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, mom,” you said, “Didn’t dad ever give you any after I left?”

Your mom didn’t answer but continued moaning as your experienced fingers hit all the right spots.

You continued, “I bet he tried. I bet he did his best to reclaim you the moment I was out of the picture. Didn’t he?”

Still no answer.

“But it didn’t last did it? What was it? Did he figure out you were faking it? Did you even bother to fake it?”

“S-stop it y-you little bastard,” your mom panted.

You flicked your mom’s swollen clit, making her squeal sharply.

“I bet he became real romantic to make up for it. But that wasn’t enough, was it? How many times did you have to touch yourself each day just to get by, mom? Did he ever catch you doing it?”

“F-fuck you, y-you little devil!” Mom spat right before arching her back off the grass and contorting her face in pleasurable agony. “AAAAAHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUCCCCCKKK!” your mom screamed as she started cumming hard right there in the backyard garden.

You pulled your fingers out of her vise-like spasming cunt and laughed. You then got up and unbuckled your jeans.

Despite her powerful orgasm, she clamped her legs and shuddered at the sight of your large, hard cock.

You got back down on top of your mother and eased yourself between her smooth quivering thighs. You then grabbed her wrists and pinned both her arms above her head with one of your hands before slapping her across her heavily-flushed beautiful face several times with the other. “Be good, mom,” you growled. Victoria’s healthy pink nipples went fully stiff from arousal in response.

You took hold of your cock and started rubbing the prominent, angry red tip up and down your mother’s quivering pussy. Victoria gasped and moaned again helplessly. She turned her head sideways in shame, but her shapely, toned thighs instinctively spread wider invitingly.

“I bet you missed this, didn’t you?” You asked, grinning.

Your mom whimpered.

You nudged your cock slightly into her tight, pink folds and she moaned loudly again.

“I’m home mom,” you declared.

Then you took the forbidden plunge.