My Ex-Boyfriend's Mom

Marie McCray showed up red-eyed and trembling, straight to her ex’s door. Serene Siren opened it, took one look, and said he wasn’t home. Marie started to leave, but Serene saw the hurt and heard herself offer a place to wait. They were supposed to talk; it felt wrong to send her away. Inside, the story slipped out—he’d dumped Marie. Serene rolled her eyes and admitted her son could be an ass. The shared laugh loosened something between them. Marie’s shoulders stayed tight, so Serene suggested a massage, hands already warm from years of work. Marie hesitated, then slipped off her clothes and stretched out on the table. Serene’s palms moved over soft skin, then paused. She watched the rise of Marie’s small breasts, the curve of her ass. When Marie wondered aloud if she simply wasn’t pretty enough, Serene scoffed, voice low: ten years younger and she’d devour her. Heat rushed Marie’s face, then settled lower. The strokes grew slower, firmer. Marie reached back, caught Serene’s wrist, and guided it between her thighs. Serene paused only a heartbeat. “You’re not together anymore,” Marie whispered. That was permission enough. Their mouths met, hungry now, tongues sliding deep. Serene knelt, tasted the slick heat of Marie’s cunt, then climbed onto the table. Thighs locked, hips grinding, clit against clit, they rocked hard until sweat slicked their bellies. Whatever plans Marie had with the son had already come undone.