The accident

I was in the kitchen, cleaning up after breakfast, wearing only a long shirt that barely covered my thighs. As I bent down to retrieve some cleaning supplies from under the sink, my wedding ring suddenly caught on something. I tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. I gave another hard yank, but the ring remained firmly stuck.

I called out to my son, Mark, who was in the living room playing video games. "Sweetie, could you come here for a second? I need some help."

I heard the sound of the controller being set down, followed by the padding of footsteps. Mark appeared in the kitchen doorway, his eyes widening slightly as he took in my state of undress.

"What's up, Mom?" he asked, trying to keep his gaze on my face and not my exposed legs.

"My ring is stuck," I said, holding up my hand. "Could you please try to get it loose for me?"

Mark stepped closer, his eyes flicking down to where the ring was snagged. He reached into the cabinet, his fingers brushing against my wrist as he tried to maneuver the ring free.

"Here, let me see if I can do it," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

I shivered slightly at his proximity, feeling a sudden rush of heat between my legs. I blamed it on the early hour and lack of coffee.

Mark fiddled with the ring for a moment, his fingers grazing my knuckles. Then, with a gentle tug, he managed to free it.

"There you go," he said, his voice low and husky.

I pulled my hand back, staring at the now-free ring. "Thank you, Mark," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mark was still close, his body nearly brushing against mine. I could smell his musky scent, feel the heat radiating off his skin. My heart began to race, and I knew I was in trouble.

I should have moved away, should have put some distance between us. But I couldn't seem to make myself do it. I stood there, frozen, as Mark's gaze raked over my body.

"You're welcome," he said, his eyes darkening with desire. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Mom?"

His voice was thick with suggestion, and I knew exactly what he was implying. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a rush of moisture between my legs.

"Mark, we shouldn't," I whispered, even as I leaned towards him. "It's not right."

But even as I said the words, I knew it was too late. The temptation was too great, the desire too strong. I had gone without sex for far too long, and my body craved the touch of a man.

Mark didn't hesitate. He closed the distance between us, his lips crashing against mine in a bruising kiss. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting in his hair as he pulled me closer.

He walked me backwards until I was pressed against the kitchen counter, his hard body pinning me in place. His hands roamed over my curves, squeezing my ass and cupping my breasts through the thin fabric of my shirt.

"I want you, Mom," he growled against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "I've wanted you for so long."

I whimpered, my head falling back as he kissed and bit his way down my throat. "Mark," I gasped, arching into his touch. "We can't..."

But even as I protested, my body betrayed me. My nipples hardened beneath his palms, and I could feel my panties growing damp with arousal.

Mark chuckled, low and dark. "Shh, just relax," he murmured, his hand sliding under my shirt to cup my breast. "Let me take care of you."

And I did. I let him strip off my shirt and panties, let him spread my legs and feast on my pussy like a man starved. I cried out as his tongue delved deep, as his fingers spread me open and rubbed at my clit.

The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. I came twice on his mouth before he finally pulled back, his chin glistening with my juices.

"You taste so fucking good," he groaned, licking his lips. "I could eat your pussy for hours."

I whimpered, desperate for more. "Please, Mark," I begged, spreading my legs wider. "Fuck me."

And he did. He shed his clothes in record time and surged forward, his hard cock plunging deep into my wet heat.

I screamed at the invasion, my walls clamping down around him like a vise. He felt so big, so perfect inside me. I couldn't believe I had denied myself this pleasure for so long.

Mark set a punishing pace, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes. The counter creaked beneath us, and I knew we were making enough noise to wake the neighbors.

But I didn't care. All that mattered was the feel of Mark's cock splitting me open, the slap of skin on skin as he took me hard and fast.

"Fuck, Mom," he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Your pussy feels so good. So tight and wet."

I moaned, arching up to meet his thrusts. "Harder," I demanded, my nails raking down his back. "Fuck me harder."

Mark obliged, slamming into me with abandon. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the obscene slap of flesh on flesh.

I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly. "I'm going to come," I gasped, my walls starting to flutter around him.

"Come for me, Mom," Mark growled, his hand sliding between us to rub at my clit. "Come on my cock."

And I did. I shattered beneath him, my pussy clamping down hard as I screamed his name. Mark followed seconds later, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he filled me with his hot seed.

We collapsed together on the kitchen floor, panting and sweat-soaked. Mark gathered me close, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

"That was incredible," he murmured, stroking my hair.

I smiled, smug and satisfied. "It was," I agreed. "And we're far from done."

Mark grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sounds like a plan," he said. "How about we continue this in the bedroom?"

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I thought you'd never ask."