They say you hit your lowest point before anything gets better. If that’s true, then tonight should be the turning point. Or maybe just another night where I spiral into a cheap black dress and mascara I stopped fixing after the third tequila.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, heels in hand, trying to convince myself I didn’t look as wrecked as I felt. But the mirror doesn’t lie. It never does.
My hair’s still curled from earlier, though the volume’s flattened with sweat and dancing. I’d worn a deep V-wrap dress, black with tiny silver flecks, clinging to me like a desperate promise I didn’t believe in. The neckline plunged between my breasts — and yeah, it was deliberate. Sometimes a little cleavage is the only armor you have left. My eyes are this weird stormy green that looks haunted in low light, and tonight they’re rimmed in black eyeliner and regret.
I’m thirty-seven. Single mom. Divorced six years. And completely, soul-scrapingly exhausted.
I tiptoe inside the house, nearly tripping over one of Marcus’s size 12 sneakers in the hall.
He’s still awake. Of course, he is.
The living room flickers with the dull blue light of the TV. Marcus is splayed out on the couch in sweatpants and no shirt, a half-eaten bag of chips on the floor, his tall, lean body stretched out like he owns the space. He’s eighteen now — which somehow means he’s got an opinion on everything and listens to none of it.
“You’re back late,” he mutters, eyes glued to the screen.
“I didn’t realize I had a curfew,” I snap, kicking off my heels a little too loudly.
He looks at me then. Really looks. His eyes narrow. “Jesus, Mom… are you drunk?”
I laugh. A brittle, hollow sound. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. Mommy didn’t drive drunk. I took an Uber. We’re all good little sinners tonight.”
“Cut the sarcasm. You look like shit.”
I blink. “Thanks. That’s what every mother dreams of hearing.”
“Why are you even going out like that?” he throws back, waving a hand at my dress. “It’s pathetic.”
I freeze. The words slice deeper than they should.
“Right,” I say softly, heading to the kitchen for water. “Because God forbid I try to remember what it feels like to be… seen. Not just someone’s mom. Or someone’s mistake.”
The silence behind me swells.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he says, quieter now.
I turn slowly, glass in hand, leaning against the fridge. “No? How did you mean it, Marcus? Enlighten me.”
He runs a hand through his messy hair, clearly torn between being defensive and… something else. “It’s just… weird seeing you like that. You’re always yelling at me to get my shit together, and now you’re—what? Going clubbing? Getting hammered? You act like I’m the screw-up.”
“You are the screw-up,” I say before I can stop myself. “You’re angry all the time. You’re ditching school. Hanging with those idiots who think vandalism is a personality trait.”
His jaw tightens. “So that’s what this is? You’re going out getting wasted because you can’t fix me?”
“I’m going out because I feel invisible, Marcus!” My voice cracks, and I hate that he hears it. “You think this is about you? My whole goddamn life is about you.”
His eyes flicker. “I didn’t ask for that.”
“No. You didn’t,” I whisper, collapsing onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. “You didn’t ask for a mom who can barely hold it together. Who yells too much. Cries too much. But here I am.”
He doesn’t speak for a minute. The only sound is the TV murmuring some half-forgotten action scene.
Then I feel the cushion shift beside me. And Marcus… my angry, unpredictable, hormone-fueled son… sits down next to me and says, almost shyly:
“Why didn’t you ever tell me you felt like this?”
I lift my head, mascara streaked down my cheeks. “Because I’m the mom. I’m not supposed to feel. I’m just supposed to fix everything.”
“That’s bullshit,” he says, voice low.
I huff a bitter laugh. “Well. Welcome to adulthood. Most things are.”
He leans back, arms folded, staring at the ceiling. “I thought you were just disappointed in me all the time. I didn’t realize you were hurting too.”
I look at him. Really look. He’s still my baby in so many ways. But the lines on his face, the weight in his eyes… that’s a boy who’s been carrying something, too.
“I’m not disappointed in you, Marcus. I’m scared. You’re walking toward a cliff and pretending it’s a beach.”
He bites his lip, hard. Then says, voice barely above a whisper: “I didn’t know how to stop. I guess I figured… you gave up trying.”
Silence again. But this one’s softer.
I nudge his shoulder. “I never gave up. I just got… tired. I need help, too, you know.”
He looks at me, then — really looks. “You want me to help you?”
“More than anything,” I whisper. “We could stop trying to survive against each other. And start trying to survive with each other.”
There’s a beat.
And then he does something he hasn’t done in years.
He leans over and wraps his arms around me. Awkward and gangly, like a puppy trying to learn how hugs work, but real. Solid.
And I fall apart. Right there on the couch, in my party dress and smeared eyeliner, in the arms of the only person who’s ever known the real me and stayed anyway.
I pull back from the hug, wiping my eyes. Marcus looks uncomfortable, but he doesn’t pull away. Take a deep breath and say, “I’m sorry for being such a mess tonight. I didn’t mean to dump all this on you.”
Marcus shrugs, but there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m sorry too. For being such a dick.”
I snort-laugh, surprised. “Language, Marcus.” He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling.”Come on, you’re the one who just cried all over me.”
“Touché,” I concede. I glance at the clock and groan. “I should probably get out of this dress and into something more comfortable.”
Marcus makes a face but also gives my cleavage a deep look. “Ew, Mom. Too much information.”
I chuckle and stand up, smoothing down my dress, I felt very vulnerable tonight. “I’ll be in my room if you need me. I am so drunk and very tipsy, that is if I make it upstairs.”
“Want me to carry you up, I promise I won’t take advantage of you,” he said as he eyed my drunken body up.
I stumble towards the stairs, my head spinning from the alcohol and the emotional rollercoaster of the evening. Marcus’s offer to carry me up hangs in the air, tempting and forbidden. I pause at the bottom step, looking back at him over my shoulder.
“You know, I might just take you up on that offer,” I say, my words slightly slurred. “But only if you promise to be a gentleman.”
Marcus’s eyes widen, a mix of surprise and something else flickering across his face. He hesitates for a moment before standing up and walking towards me.
“Of course, Mom. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He reaches out and scoops me up into his arms, holding me close to his chest. “Let’s get my sexy mom to bed, will you need help undressing and changing.”
Marcus carries me up the stairs, my body pressed against his firm chest. I can feel the heat radiating off him, and the scent of his cologne fills my nostrils. As we reach the top of the stairs, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on tightly.
“You’re so strong,” I murmur, my face buried in the crook of his neck. “I forgot how strong you’ve gotten.” Marcus clears his throat, his arms tightening around me slightly. “Yeah, well, I’ve had a lot of practice carrying heavy boxes at work.”
I giggle, the sound bubbling up from my chest. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
Marcus rolls his eyes, but I can see the hint of a smile playing on his lips. He carries me into my bedroom and gently lays me down on the bed. I stretch out, my dress riding up my thighs, revealing more of my legs. “Do you need help getting changed?”
Marcus’s gaze lingers on the exposed skin of my thighs, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. I can see the conflict in his eyes – the desire warring with his sense of duty and morality. I know I should put a stop to this, should insist on changing myself, but the alcohol coursing through my veins and the vulnerability of the moment make me hesitate.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice husky with a mix of drunkenness and something else, something I dare not name. “I think I might need some help. My fingers aren’t working so well right now.”
Marcus nods, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches for the zipper of my dress. He pulls it down slowly, the sound of the teeth parting echoing in the quiet room. The dress loosens around me, and I shift, allowing it to fall open, revealing the lacy black bra and panties I wore underneath.
“Shit, your so hot mom. You’re giving me a boner,” I was shocked at what he just said.
Marcus’s eyes widen as the words leave his mouth, I look between his legs, I may be drunk but omg he was tenting. “I-I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I swear I’m not trying to be inappropriate.”
“I wish I was hot as you say, sweetheart. You know, this feels good, it’s better than you talking to me like shit.” I said honestly. He let his hand wander and then grazed my panties and my mound. Then he went back and pressed his hand against them between my legs.
Marcus’s hand presses against my panties, the heat of his palm seeping through the thin fabric. I gasp, my hips arching slightly into his touch. He freezes, his eyes darting to my face, searching for any sign of rejection. But all he sees is the flush of arousal spreading across my cheeks and the dilation of my pupils.
“Mom…” he whispers, his voice strained as his fingers start to rub in slow circles. “Tell me to stop. Tell me this is wrong.”
My breath catches in my throat as Marcus’s fingers press against my most intimate area. The alcohol in my system amplifies every sensation, and I can feel my panties growing damp beneath his touch. I know this is wrong, that I should push him away and put an end to this forbidden encounter. But the loneliness that has consumed me for so long, the ache for human connection, makes me hesitate.
“It’s okay, “I murmur, my voice barely audible. “Just… be gentle with me, Marcus. I’m not used to this.” His eyes widen, a mix of shock and desire flickering across his face. Slowly, hesitantly, he starts to move his fingers, rubbing my clit through the thin lace of my panties. I moan softly, my hips rolling into his touch as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
“That’s it, Mom,” he whispers, his voice husky with arousal. “Let me make you feel good. Don’t be mad but, you are always trying to fix me, I am so horny I’m sure as hell going to fix you. I am going to put you on your bed and fuck you. What do you say? I know it’s wrong but I am hard as fuck.”
I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I process Marcus’s bold words. The alcohol in my system makes my inhibitions lower, and the loneliness that has consumed me for so long makes me crave the intimacy he’s offering. I know this is wrong, that he’s my son, but the desire burning in his eyes and the ache between my legs make me want to say yes.
“Marcus…” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. “We… we can’t as much as I really really could do with a good seeing to, we…”
Marcus’s fingers are still, hovering over the lace of my panties as he waits for my response. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his pupils dilated with desire.
“Mom, please,” he whispers, his voice strained with need.”I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about you. About how beautiful you are, how much I want to touch you, to make you feel good.”He leans down, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. I’ll worship your body like it deserves. Just… just let me try. Let me show you how much I care about you.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my resolve weakening. The loneliness, the desire, the forbidden nature of our encounter… it’s all overwhelming. I reach up, my hand trembling as I cup his cheek, feeling the rough stubble beneath my palm. He wasn’t acting like my son, he was acting like all blokes do, horny and after a bit of pussy. But this was my son after a bit of my pussy. “Marcus…”
Marcus leans in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Let me take care of you, Mom. Let me make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, his fingers grazing the edge of my panties. I shudder, my breath hitching in my throat as a wave of desire crashes over me. I know I should push him away, should tell him no, but the ache between my legs and the loneliness in my heart makes it impossible to resist.
“Okay,” I breathe, the word escaping my lips before I can stop it.”But we have to be quiet. And careful. And this…this stays between us. No one can ever know.”
Marcus’s eyes light up with triumph and desire as he picks me up and puts me in the middle of my bed as he takes his jeans and boxer off, omg his dick is big and raging hard. “I promise, Mom. I’ll be so careful with you.”
He grabs the waistband of my panties and drags them down my legs. “Mmm, hairy pussy Mom I like that.”
I felt embarrassed that he was looking at my pussy and I stare at his cock, “Well, I never needed a reason to shave it, not like anyone gets to see it. The only thing I use it for is to pass urine.”
Marcus’s eyes widen as he takes in the sight of my hairy pussy, his gaze lingering on the thick, dark curls that cover my mound.
“Fuck, Mom,” he groans, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe I get to see this.” He spreads my legs wider, his fingers gently parting my folds as he exposes my most intimate area to his hungry gaze. I feel a surge of embarrassment and arousal, the combination making my head spin. No one has looked at me like this in years, with such raw, unbridled lust. Marcus leans down, his face hovering just inches above my pussy.
“You smell so good, Mom,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply.”I bet you taste even better.”
Before I can respond, his tongue is on me, licking a long, slow stripe up my slit.
His tongue delves deeper, parting my folds and seeking out my clit. He circles the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp and arch my back. “Oh god, Marcus,” I moan softly, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he feasts on me like a starving man. I can feel my juices flowing, coating his tongue and chin as he eats me out with wild abandon.
“Fuck, Mom,” he pants, lifting his head for a moment.”Your pussy tastes so fucking good. I could eat you out all night.”
He dives back in, his tongue plunging deep into my soaked channel. I moan loudly, the pleasure overwhelming my senses.
“Marcus, fuck!”I cry out, my hips bucking against his face. He grips my thighs tighter, pulling me closer as he fucks me with his tongue. The wet, sloppy sounds of him eating me out fill the room, mingling with my desperate moans and gasps.
“Marcus, please,” I beg, my voice trembling with need. He crawls up my body and pulls one of my tits out of my bra and starts kissing my nipples. While his other hand is underneath him pressing his cock head at my wet slit of labia.
“Please what, Mom?” Marcus whispers against my nipple, his breath hot and teasing. “Tell me what you want.”
His hips shift, and I feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, parting my slick folds. I gasp, my body tensing with anticipation and a hint of fear. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, and Marcus is so much bigger than I remember. “I want you inside me,” I breathe, my voice barely audible. He gave a cheeky smirked and roughly snapped his hips forward and his dick rammed up in my cunt, deep.
“Fuck!”I cry out, my back arching off the bed as Marcus’s thick cock stretches me open. He fills me completely, his length and girth overwhelming my senses. I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside me, my walls clenching tightly around his invading presence. Marcus groans, his face contorting with pleasure as he sinks into my heat.
“Holy shit, Mom,” he pants, his hips pressed firmly against mine.
Marcus begins to move, pulling his hips back slowly before thrusting forward again. His cock slides out until just the tip remains inside me, then slams back in, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as he sets a steady rhythm, his hips pistoning in and out of my eager pussy.
Marcus’s thick cock stretches me wide as he pumps in and out, his hips slapping against mine with each thrust. I can feel every ridge and vein of his shaft dragging along my inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. My pussy clenches around him, gripping his length tightly as he fills me again and again.
“Fuck, Mom,” Marcus groans, his face buried in my neck as his ass keeps going up and down.
“Marcus, oh fuck Marcus!” I moan loudly, my voice echoing off the walls as he pounds into me. His thick cock stretches me wide, hitting depths I didn’t know I had. I can feel every inch of him, every throb and pulse as he fucks me with wild abandon. My hands roam over his back, nails digging into his skin as I hold on for dear life. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back to pull him deeper.
“Harder,” I pant, my voice strained with pleasure. “Fuckme harder, Marcus.
“Yes, yes, YES!” I chant, my voice hoarse and desperate. Marcus’s hips are a blur, his thick cock pistoning in and out of my soaked pussy at a furious pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our laboured breaths and moans of ecstasy.
“Take it, Mom,” Marcus growls, his voice low and commanding.”Take my fucking cock. This is what you needed, isn’t it? A real man to fuck you senseless.”
“Fuck yes, it’s what I needed,” I moan, my voice dripping with lust. “Harder, please… ahh… make me moan.”
Marcus’s hips snap forward, driving his thick cock deep into my pussy. The force of his thrusts rocks the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful surge. I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, claiming me. My legs wrap tighter around his waist, heels digging into his ass as I urge him on.
“Yes, just like that,” I gasp, my head thrashing on the pillow. “Fuckme harder, Marcus. Show me what a real man can do.”
Marcus responds with a guttural growl, his hips moving with renewed vigour. His hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as he pounds into me with abandon. The room fills with the wet, slapping sounds of our bodies colliding, punctuated by our moans and cries of pleasure.
Marcus’s hips slam into mine, his thick cock driving deep into my core with each powerful thrust. The pleasure is overwhelming, my body convulsing with each impact as he fucks me into submission. I can feel my orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.
“Fuck, Mom,” Marcus pants, his face contorted with exertion and ecstasy. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Yes, Marcus,” I moan, my voice breathless and desperate. “Fill me up. Give me every drop of your hot cum.”
My words seem to spur him on, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I can feel his cock throbbing inside me, the veins along his shaft pulsing against my walls. I know he’s close, and the thought of him emptying his balls deep in my pussy sends me over the edge.
“Oh fuck, Mom!” Marcus cries out, his voice strained as his hips jerk erratically. I can feel his cock swell inside me, stretching my walls even further as he reaches his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his thick shaft pulsing as he releases a torrent of hot cum deep into my womb.
“Ahh, yes!” I scream, my own orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenches around his spasming cock, milking him for every last drop as I shake and tremble beneath him. Marcus collapses on top of me, his body heavy and warm as he pants heavily in my ear.
“Holy shit, Mom,” he gasps, his voice muffled against my neck. “That was…fucking incredible.”
Marcus pulls out of me slowly, his softening cock slipping from my well-fucked pussy with a wet plop. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs as he rolls onto his back beside me. We lay there in silence for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath and process what just happened.
“That was…intense,” I say finally, my voice hoarse from screaming. Marcus turns his head to look at me, his eyes dark and satisfied.”Yeah, it was,” he agrees, a small smirk playing on his lips.
Marcus’s smirk grows wider as he takes in the sight of me, sprawled out on the bed with his cum leaking from my well-fucked pussy.
Marcus’s smirk grows wider as he takes in the sight of me, sprawled out on the bed with his cum leaking from my well-fucked pussy. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the sticky trails on my inner thighs.
“Look at you, Mom,” hemurmurs, his voice low and husky. “All messy and used up. I’ve never seen you look so beautiful.”
I blush at his words, a mix of embarrassment and pride washing over me. No one has ever talked to me like this, with such raw, unbridled desire. It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once.
“You know, Mom,” Marcus says, his voice low and thoughtful.”I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. About what it would be like to fuck you.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my pussy clench at the memory of his thick cock stretching me open.”Really?” I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.”How long?”
Marcus’s fingers pause in their exploration, his gaze locking with mine.”Since I was old enough to jerk off,” he admits, a hint of shame creeping into his voice.”
“You’ve really thought about this that much?” I ask, my voice barely audible. Marcus nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Every fucking day, Mom. I’d lie in bed at night, imagining what it would be like to have you beneath me, I think that is why my behaviour changed. I knew I couldn’t have you in that sick way and I was angry, I have honestly jerked off every night thinking about you.”
“Well, about your behaviour, I will do a deal with you,” I said as I lay relaxed half asleep from the drinks and the heavy pounding he gave me.
Marcus’s eyes widen, a mix of surprise and curiosity flickering across his face. “A deal?” he repeats, his voice laced with intrigue. “What kind of deal, Mom?”
I prop myself up on my elbows, my hair falling in messy waves around my face. The sheets pool around my waist, exposing my bare breasts to the cool air of the room. Marcus’s gaze drops to my chest, his pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of my hardened nipples.
“The deal is simple,” I say, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “You behave yourself, no more attitude, no more backtalk. You treat me with respect and kindness and in return…” I trail off, letting the unspoken promise hang in the air between us.
Marcus’s gaze snaps back to my face, his expression a mix of disbelief and hope. “And in return what, Mom?” he prompts, his voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus’s eyes widen with a mix of disbelief and excitement as he leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. “And in return, what, Mom?” he prompts, his voice barely above a whisper.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I’m about to say. “In return, I’ll let you have me,” I murmur, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Whenever you want, wherever you want. I’ll be yours to fuck, to use, to satisfy your every desire.” Marcus’s breath hitches, his eyes darkening with lust as he processes my words.
“You mean it, Mom?” he asks, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and excitement. “You’ll really let me fuck you whenever I want?”
I nod, biting my lip as I hold his gaze. “Yes,” I whisper. “But only if you behave. Only if you treat me with the respect I deserve. So we have a deal, yes or no. Oh and don’t tell anyone.”
Marcus’s eyes widen, a mix of disbelief and excitement flickering across his face. “Fuck, Mom,” he breathes, his voice trembling with a combination of shock and desire. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I nod, my heart racing in my chest as I hold his gaze. “I’m serious, Marcus,” I confirm, my voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “But remember, this stays between us. No one can ever know about this arrangement.”
Marcus nods eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. “Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t tell a soul. This is our little secret.” He leans in closer, his hand reaching out to cup my cheek. “And you promise, Mom? You’ll let me fuck you whenever I want? In your bed, on the couch, in the kitchen… wherever and whenever I desire?” I swallow hard, my pussy already throbbing at the thought.
Marcus’s words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel my pussy clenching at the thought of him taking me wherever and whenever he wants. I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes, Marcus. I promise.”
His grin widens a mischievous glint in his eye. “Good,” He murmurs, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. “Because I have a feeling I’m going to want you a lot.”
“Now let me sleep this off I am tired,” I said getting into bed as I was so shattered.
Marcus watches as I settle into bed, his gaze lingering on my naked form beneath the sheets. He hesitates for a moment as if debating whether to join me or not. Finally, he makes his decision and slips into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms.
“I’ll stay with you tonight, Mom,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. “Just to make sure you’re okay.”
I nod, too tired to argue and snuggle closer to his warmth. As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds for us. Our relationship has crossed a line tonight, and there’s no going back. But as Marcus’s arms tighten around me, I find myself looking forward to our new arrangement, to the pleasure and intimacy it promises.
Sleep claims me quickly, and I drift off into a deep, dreamless slumber, wrapped in the safety and warmth of my son’s embrace.