Marco is a guy I've known since forever and he's always had a thing for my mom. We talk about how hot she is all the time but today Marco was feeling a little adventurous. Seeing as we were home alone, or so we thought, he suggested we raid her panty drawer.

Against all reason, we entered her room and closed the door behind us. Before us was a treasure, of delicate little fabrics in every color you can think of. Some were simple and looked quite comfortable. Others were made of lace with intricate little details, clearly meant for a special date. We foolishly took our time searching for our favorites, comparing how they felt and looked, completely unaware that mom had finished her work early that day.

When we started hearing her come inside the house, we knew we were fucked. The mess we made was too big and she could catch us red-handed at any moment. My brain went into flight mode. I quickly threw myself on the floor and crawled under her bed. Marco tried to do the same but when mom opened the door, he was still out in the open, holding a pair of her sexy red panties.

All I could see was their feet and several pairs of underwear strewn across the floor. I heard mom yell, "what the hell is going on?! What are you doing in my room, Marco? Where's my son?" She took of her heels and quickly made her way to him, and where all the damning evidence was clearly there to see.

My heart raced, worrying that she would drop down to clean up the mess and see me hiding there. Luckily, Marco had my back.

"He isn't here," he replied. "I think he's... sleeping in his room."

He answered her last question first. The other ones, she didn't need to hear him to know the answer. There was a sigh, and a short silence. I swore she was going to explode, but instead their feet got closer and closer. Mom's dress fell to the floor.

"Next time, just ask, okay?" Mom said. Her naked leg brushed against his, and I started hearing them kiss. "Let's be quick. Before my son wakes up."

"Yes ma'am," he said and followed mom to her bed. He sat right above me, feet spread wide facing away from the bed. Between them, mom got on her knees, giving me a view of the thong she had on. There was a sound of a zipper opening up, followed by a wet slurping, but worse than that was hearing mom talking about Marco's dick. I really didn't need to know how big it is.

Then, the two of them got on the bed and I couldn't see much of what happened after, other than the mattress sinking wherever Marco made a thrust, or when mom rode him. They moaned loudly too. Loud enough that it would have easily woken me up if I had actually been in my room sleeping.

Mom had said it would be quick, but it took them about 40 minutes to finish (I was paying attention to the time on my phone). They were quiet for a while afterwards. I could only hear a few whisperings and laughing. A little later, they got up and I saw their naked feet go to the bathroom on the other side of the room.

Once I heard the shower running, I knew it would be my best chance to get out. Mom stopped by my room a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around her body, saying Marco decided to drive back home. He didn't even say goodbye, but I get it. It would have been awkward after all that.

To be honest, I don't blame him for it. He just took his chance with a hot milf. Still, I kind of wished he would have suggested fucking somewhere else instead of right on top of me.