I knew I was in trouble the moment my girlfriend, Stacy, dropped that bombshell on me. We were sitting in the diner after school on Tuesday, talking about prom night since exams were over and the dance was just around the corner.

"Oh, by the way, babe, my mom wants to meet you," Stacy said casually, adjusting her cheerleader skirt. "I gave her your number. She'll probably text you soon to set up a time."

My heart seized in my chest. Mrs. Wilder was a stunning black beauty, a high-powered lawyer, feared for her tenacity and big-time cases, and mother to my girlfriend. We had never met before, but I knew her by reputation. My girl always spoke of her mom's beauty, brains, and confidence.

"Jay, you're going to love my mommy. She's amazing!"

I gulped my milkshake nervously. "Sure, no problem," I replied, trying to play it cool. "Looking forward to it."

But inside, anxiety churned in my gut like a washing machine. What could she want to talk about? Obviously, since I was dating her daughter, she'd want to give me some good sex advice - aka, use a condom or no sex at all. Or warning me not to ruin Stacy's future. I fidgeted with my napkin.

That Thursday evening, the dreaded text came through. "Meet me at the Grand Hotel downtown on Saturday at 2 PM. Room 512."

I stared at the screen, palms sweating. “Did I get the right address?” I double-checked with Mrs. Wilder.

"Yes, that is the place," she reassured me. "See you then."

Stacy also texted, “Mom said she texted you.”

“Yup, I got it.”

“Have fun! I love you.”

I took a deep breath and replied, "Love you, too." Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one about to walk into the den of the dragon lawyer.

Saturday rolled around way too fast. I put on a nice button-down and my best jeans, trying to look respectable. Arriving at the sprawling downtown hotel, I gave the room number to the front desk.

"Right this way, sir," the concierge said, handing me a key card. I rode the elevator to the 5th floor in tense silence.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It swung open, and there stood the most breathtaking sight. Mrs. Netta Wilder, stunning in a black trench coat that stopped just above her knees, revealing her shapely legs. Her coat was open, and I couldn't help but stare at the black lace lingerie hugging her full, voluptuous curves. She smiled, knowing the effect her body had on me.

"Hello, Jay, you must be Stacy's boyfriend," she purred in a velvety voice, her full breasts rising and falling with each breath. "Come in, come in, I've been expecting you." Her voice was sultry and inviting. "Nice to finally meet you."

I gulped and stepped over the threshold, my eyes still glued to her incredible body. Mrs. Wilder was in her early forties, but she looked years younger. Her skin was smooth, dark, and flawless. Her breasts were large and perky, barely contained by the sheer lace bra. And her ass… it was one of the most perfect asses I'd ever seen. Round, juicy, and begging to be squeezed.

I gulped, trying to compose myself. This was Stacy's mom for fuck's sake! I couldn't be ogling her like a piece of meat. "You look amazing, Mrs. Wilder. But Stacy is lucky to have a mother like you." I said, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground. She laughed, a deep, sexy sound. "Mrs. Wilder was my mother-in-law. Call me Netta.”

"So nice to finally meet you," I managed to say, extending my hand. She grasped it in both of her hands, her handshake firm and confident.

"The pleasure is all mine," she smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Stacy has told me so much about you. She's quite taken with you, you know."

I beamed with pride, even as a part of me wondered just how much Stacy had shared. Mrs. Wilder showed me to the living room couch before gliding off to fetch us some drinks, her round ass swaying hypnotically with each step.

She poured me a glass of whiskey and handed it over to me. “I’m not old enough to drink,” I reminded her.

“It’s ok. You’re with me.” Our fingers brushed, and a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between us. I took a long swig, trying to calm my nerves. What was this woman doing to me?

And then, to my shock, Mrs. Netta placed a hand on my chest, her fingers toying with my buttons. "You know, Jay, I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I was not paying attention."

I nearly choked on my drink, my head spinning. This couldn't be happening. "I-I'm sorry," I sputtered. "I didn't mean to-"

"Like what you see?" she asked with a knowing smirk. "I know I'm a bit old, but I still have what the young girls have." She ran a hand over her curves, giving me an eyeful.

I was trying hard to keep my eyes on her face and not her exposed skin. Instead, I found myself openly ogling the way her nipples strained against the sheer lace of her bra. All thoughts of propriety flew out the window.

"So tell me, Jay," Netta began, leaning in close, her voice lowering to a husky whisper, "are you in love with my daughter?"

I jerked back, taken aback by her blunt question. "I… I think so," I stammered. "She's amazing."

"Good," she nodded, her plump lips curving into a seductive smile. "I'm glad."

You know, I may be a mother and a lawyer, but I'm still a confident, sexual woman." She moved closer, trailing a hand down my chest. "A woman has needs, too, you know..."

I felt my dick twitch at her touch and words. Netta was exquisite, and the way she looked at me told me she wanted more than just polite conversation. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't even consider her advances… but fuck, she was irresistible.

"Netta, I...I don't know if this is a good idea..." I said weakly, even as my body betrayed me, moving closer to hers. She grabbed me and pulled me into a deep, sensual kiss. Our tongues intertwined as she backed me into her bedroom, never breaking eye contact. She pushed me down onto the bed, crawling over me with predatory grace.

Once inside, she closed the door and slipped off the coat. My jaw dropped. Her black lace lingerie set came in full view. Her tits looked perfect, the sort of tits I could motorboat. Her ass was round and perky in the matching lacy thong.

Reaching back, she unclipped her bra, letting it fall away. Her heavy breasts spilled free, their dusky nipples already puckered with arousal. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast, letting me feel the soft, heavy weight of it.

"Doesn't it feel good?" she purred, pushing her chest further into my hand, her nipple hardening against my palm.

Unable to resist, I surged up to capture one straining peak in my mouth.

"Ooh Jay," Netta moaned, fisting her hand in my hair. "Just like that. Suck my titties."

I licked at the sensitive bud, swirling my tongue around it before moving to its twin. She gasped and writhed above me, her thong now visibly damp with her juices.

"My daughter is a lucky girl, but you know what? I think you'd prefer a real woman. One who knows how to use her body. How to please a man."

I groaned, my resolve crumbling. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby. I'm gonna be a naughty momma for you." She whispered, pressing her lush body against mine.

I knew I was in trouble, but it felt too good to stop. Netta Wilder was a seductress, and I was putty in her skilled hands. My eyes widened as she attacked my belt buckle and unzipped my pants. She fumbled to get my pants off, freeing my already hard cock. "Mmm, look at you. Such a big, thick boy."

I knew I should stop her, but my hips bucked up into her touch of their own accord.

Netta tsked, wrapping her manicured fingers around my girth, "Look how excited you are," she purred, pumping me slowly. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Yes," I groaned, my head lolling back against the pillow. "God, yes."

"You know, I've always preferred big cock. My husband can't satisfy me. Not anymore. But you..." She licked her lips. "I bet you could fuck me real good. Stretch me open on this fat dick."

She swooped down and started sucking me sloppily. I'd been with other MILFs before but something about Stacy's mom on her knees for me was extra naughty.

After she got me nice and wet, I rolled her onto her back. Moving lower, I kissed a trail down her quivering stomach, pausing to dip my tongue into her navel.

Hooking my fingers in her skimpy thong, I dragged it down her long legs, revealing her smooth, bald pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet," I groaned, inhaling her musky arousal. "I'm going to devour this sweet pussy."

"Please, baby," Netta panted, opening her thighs in invitation. "Eat my cunt. Make me cum on your face."

I dove in, licking and sucking her folds, before sealing my lips around her sensitive clit, suckling the swollen bud. She cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. Flattening my tongue, I licked a broad stripe up her weeping slit, reveling in her addicting flavor.

"Yes, yes, just like that!" Netta babbled mindlessly, her hips undulating in time with my oral attentions. "Don't stop! I'm gonna cum!"

Spurred on by her desperate pleas, I fucked my tongue deep into her fluttering channel, lapping up her honeyed release. She came with a keening wail, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around the invading tongue. I gentled her through her orgasm, gradually easing back as she collapsed boneless against the mattress.

She pulled my head up, pressed her lips to my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "I need you to fuck me, Jay. I need your big, thick cock stretching my tight, wet pussy. Can you give me that?"

My mind was spinning, amazed that Stacy's mom was so bold. So ready to cheat on her husband, to be a naughty MILF.

"You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?" I growled, grabbing her ass. "You want me to fuck this perfect ass? To pump it full of cum?"

She moaned, rubbing herself on me. "Yes, baby. I want your hot seed in me. I want you to come so deep in my dirty pussy." She turned and bent over, pulling her hips up and wiggling her ass at me. "Give it to me. I need it so bad."

"You ready for this cock, Mrs. Netta?" I growled, giving her plump cheeks a sharp spank.

"Fuck me hard." she moaned, looking back at me with hazy, lust-glazed eyes.

I didn't hesitate any longer. Gripping her hips, I notched my aching cockhead at her entrance and surged forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Netta screamed in ecstasy, her pussy clamping down on my invading length.

"Shit, you're tight," I grunted, drawing back only to slam into her again. She met me thrust for thrust, her ass jiggling with each hard thrust, and her pussy got tighter and wetter.

The obscene slap of flesh against flesh echoing through the room as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her engorged clit. Netta threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. "Yes, yes, fuck me! Give me that big cock. I've been so hungry for it." She was filthy, begging me to ruin her tight pussy. To fill her with my seed. And I was more than happy to oblige.

"You like that, baby? You like fucking your girlfriend's momma?" she gasped, pushing back on me. "I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum on this big dick. Don't stop, make me cum!" Her walls started to flutter around me, and I knew she was close.

I reached around and rubbed her clit, growling in her ear. "Cum for me, you dirty MILF. Cum on my cock like a good slut."

"S-Shit, I'm cumming!" She moaned, her pussy clamping down on me. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure.

Flipping her over, I shoved my cock back in and started fucking her missionary. She bucked her hips up against me, her tits jiggling from the force. I pulled out and flipped her onto her side into the "L" position. I could go deeper this way, pounding directly into her G-spot. She squealed and fisted the sheets as my cock pistoned in and out of her.

Next, I had her on all fours for doggy. Her ass looked so ripe and delicious. I slapped it hard as I rutted into her, my heavy balls slapping against her clit.

"You like that, you dirty slut?" I growled, giving her ass another hard smack. "Cheating on your husband to fuck your daughter's boyfriend?"

"Yes, yes! I'm a bad, dirty whore!" she wailed, pushing her ass back on my cock. "Call me a filthy cheating whore!"

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, slamming into her harder. "Louder, whore!"

"I'M A FILTHY SKANKY WHORE! I'M CHEATING ON MY HUSBAND! OOOH FUCK ME… FUCK ME… FUUUCK!"

Her pussy spasmed and clenched around my dick, milking me as she came hard. Cum squirted out of her. I warned her I was about to blow, and she scrambled around to kneel in front of me. She stroked my cock frantically, silver eye shadow flashing up at me. I grunted as my cock exploded, spraying her face and tits with thick ropes of jizz. She scooped it up with her fingers and swallowed it down, then licked my cock clean.

After, we lay on the hotel bed together, catching our breaths. "Don't tell anyone about this, understand? Keep it on the down-low," she said in a low voice, "I'll call you to set up again next week."

And so began our torrid, carnal affair. Every week I'd sneak away to that hotel room to fuck Stacy's mama. We did it all - anal, S&M, I even facefucked her. I never thought I'd say this, but Stacy's mom was a freak!

But our little secret almost got exposed one day. Mrs. Netta had invited me over to her house and I was balls-deep in her ass, pounding away, when suddenly we heard keys jingling outside.

"Oh fuck, it's Stacy!" I whispered frantically.

Beet-faced, Netta shoved me off and grabbed her robe. She hissed for me to hide in the main bathroom.

I barely made it in there and locked the door before I heard Stacy's cheerful voice.

"Hey Mom, I got back early from the cheer comp--what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Oh, um, hello sweetie! I had a little time between cases, so I thought I'd treat myself to a spa day. The tub was just running. How about those cheerleaders?"

I clutched my chest and prayed to the gods of deception. This was it, we were busted. My secret was about to come out in the most brutal way.

But Netta held it together like the pro she was. I heard Stacy's voice get farther away.

"Okay, Mom, I'll see you later then! Love you..."

The bedroom door closed, and I let out a shaky breath. Netta knocked on the bathroom door.

"You can come out now. That was way too close. We're going to have to be more careful in the future."

I emerged, my heart still racing. "Jesus, that was a close call. I thought for sure Stacy was going to catch us."

"Oh, relax," she said, waving a manicured hand. "I've been lying for years. It's what I do. Now, where were we?"

She dropped her robe and pushed me back towards the bed. I grinned wolfishly and grabbed her. "About to get reacquainted with your sweet cunt, that's where."

And I dove back between her legs once more, giving her everything I had. Just another day in the life of a boy who fucked his girlfriend's mom.

After we were done, I checked my phone and had a text message from Stacy. “I’m done with cheerleading early. Where are you?”

“I’m at Peyton’s house, playing video games,” I replied.

“You boys and your video games. Can I see you later?”

“Yes. Should be done soon.”

“Ok. I love you!”

“I love you, too.”