I always ragged on my buddy about his mom being too damn fine for suburbia. Jokes to hide the way her hips swayed when she bent over to grab a paintbrush.
That old lake house was supposed to be our escape. Sun-bleached planks underfoot, dusty views of rippling water. Me and him, swinging hammers, fixing up the family legacy we'd sworn to preserve.
But she showed up with iced tea and that poised smile cracking at the edges. Her eyes lingered too long on my sweat-slicked chest. I saw it then-the wild hunger she buried under mom duties, begging for a man to unleash it.
One sweltering afternoon in the workshop, paint flecks dusting her cleavage, her hand grazed my thigh. "Fix this for me," she murmured. I did. Bent her over the workbench, claimed her hard while the lake shimmered outside.
Guilt hit like a freight train. This is his mom. My brother's in all but blood. But then he walked in. Saw us. And instead of fists, he joined. Tangled limbs on creaking bedsheets, her moans echoing over the water as we took turns ravishing her body, her soul.
Rain lashes the windows now, framing us in desperate, exposed embraces. She surrenders to us both-nurturing turned savage possession. It validates every insecure corner of me, this mature fire wanting me raw.
But our brotherhood? That fragile lake house legacy? My shreds of self-worth? They dangle by the thinnest thread. She's wrecking us from the inside out. And the scariest part?
I don't want her to stop.
A full-length reverse harem forbidden age gap MILF erotic romance featuring a cocky best friend, his loyal buddy, and the ravenous mom they share.
