I awoke to a pounding headache and the bitter taste of stale alcohol on my tongue. The hotel room surrounding me was unfamiliar, cluttered with half-empty mini-bar bottles and discarded clothing. My memories of the previous night were hazy, and fragmented, and I struggled to piece together the sequence of events that had led me to this moment.
Beside me in the bed, my 18-year-old son Danny lay, his lanky frame contorted in sleep. His tousled hair and rosy cheeks were telltale signs of a night spent imbibing, and I felt a pang of guilt as I took in his appearance.
“Danny?” I croaked, my voice hoarse from the previous night’s festivities. “What the hell happened last night?”
Danny groaned, rubbing his temples with a grimace. “You don’t remember, Mom?”
Flashes of memory came back to me in fragments – doing shots at the bar, playing a ridiculous drinking game called “Never Have I Ever,” Danny becoming increasingly handsy as we stumbled back to the room. Oh god, had we…? I glanced under the covers, my heart racing as I confirmed my fears. I was completely naked.
“Did we…you know…?” I said nervously, my eyes darting to Danny’s face for any sign of confirmation.
He met my gaze, looking away quickly. “Yeah…erm…we had sex,” he muttered, looking at the floor.
The memories came flooding back to me, the alcohol-infused haze lifting as I remembered every detail. It had started innocently enough – a game of “Never Have I Ever” that quickly devolved into a contest of who could share the most outrageous story. The drinks flowed freely, and before I knew it, Danny and I were the only ones left at the bar.
Here is what happened, it was Friday night and my son’s 18th birthday. We had decided to celebrate by going out for a night on the town. We started at a trendy downtown bar, where we quickly got swept up in the festive atmosphere. The bartender was generous with his pours, and before long, Danny and I were feeling no pain.
As the night wore on, we found ourselves playing “Never Have I Ever,” a game that involved sharing secrets about our pasts. It was all in good fun until someone suggested that we should share something truly outrageous – something that would make everyone else’s jaws drop. That’s when things took a turn for the worse.
Danny went first, revealing that he had once hooked up with two girls at once during spring break in Cancun. The crowd cheered as he regaled us with details of their wild encounter, but it only served to fuel my competitive spirit. I knew I had to come up with something even more shocking if I wanted to win this game of one-upmanship.
That’s when it hit me – what if I revealed my deepest secret? The one thing no one else knew about me? It was risky, but it could also be incredibly satisfying if it paid off… So without further thought or hesitation, I blurted out: “Never have I ever been fucked by a younger guy.”
The room fell silent, all eyes on me. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I realized that I had everyone’s attention. Danny looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise and curiosity. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he struggled to process what I had just said.
“Are you serious, Mom?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, feeling a thrill run through me. It was the first time I had ever shared this secret with anyone, and I felt a strange sense of liberation.
“Yeah, I am,” I replied, holding his gaze. “It was a long time ago, but it’s something I’ve never forgotten.”
Danny stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me.
I was taken aback, but I didn’t resist. Instead, I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back, feeling a surge of desire course through me. It was wrong, I knew, but I couldn’t help myself. Danny was young, handsome, and full of energy, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily. Danny looked at me, his eyes filled with lust.
“Let’s take this back to the hotel,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
I nodded, unable to speak. I was beyond the point of no return, consumed by a primal urge that I couldn’t ignore.
We stumbled out of the bar and into a taxi, our bodies pressed tight against each other. I could feel Danny’s hard cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke it through his jeans. He moaned with pleasure, his hips bucking against my hand.
When we arrived at the hotel, we tumbled into the room, our clothes falling away as we tore at each other’s bodies. Danny pushed me onto the bed, his mouth finding my breasts. He sucked and bit at my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
Danny reached down between us, his fingers finding my wet pussy. He stroked my clit, teasing me with his touch. I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.
I was lying on my back, naked and sweating, as Danny moved between my legs. His cock was hard and ready to plunge into me. He looked down at me with a hungry expression on his face. “You ready for this?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.
h God, yes,” I moaned, my pussy already wet with anticipation. “Fuck me hard.”
Danny didn’t need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust his cock deep inside me in one swift motion. I cried out in pleasure as he filled me up completely, stretching my pussy walls to their limits.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he began to pump in and out of me with long, slow strokes that made every nerve ending in my body sing with pleasure.
Danny’s cock was thick and long, and I could feel every inch of him as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me as he picked up the pace.
“Oh, fuck my pussy, Danny,” I moaned, my voice hoarse from the night’s events. “Fuck me harder!”
He thrust into me with such force that I could feel every vein on his cock as it slid in and out of my wet cunt. His balls slapped against my ass with each powerful stroke. My tits bounced up and down like two ripe melons being tossed around by a raging bull.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed as he pounded into me relentlessly. My hands grabbed onto the sheets tightly as if they were holding onto dear life itself while he ploughed away at my soaking wet snatch like there was no tomorrow!
“Um…uhh…ahh,” Danny stammered between gasps for air while fucking me mercilessly; his face red and sweaty from exertion but still going strong nonetheless! He looked down at where our bodies met – seeing how much pleasure he was giving to his own mother.
I gazed up at Danny, my cheeks flushed and my eyes clouded with lust as he continued to drill into my sopping wet pussy with deep, powerful strokes. “Oh fuck, baby!” I squealed as he hit my sweet spot once again, my toes curling in ecstasy. “Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!”
Danny grunted in response, his hips pistoning in and out of me at a furious pace. The bed creaked and groaned under the force of his thrusts, sounding as if it would collapse at any moment. I could feel my climax building deep in my core, my pussy clenching tight around his pistoning cock.
Suddenly, Danny pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. “I want to take you from behind,” he growled, giving my ass a sharp smack. I yelped in surprise, then moaned as he plunged back into my dripping cunt, going even deeper than before.
“Oh yes!” I cried out, pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. The new angle allowed him to hit even that special spot inside me with every stroke. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my clit with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body.
Danny reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back as he fucked me. “Yeah, you like that?” he panted. “Like having your son’s big cock stuffed up your cunt?”
“Yes!” I wailed, my pussy clenching and spasming around him. “I love being fucked by my own boy! Harder, Danny! Wreck my slutty mom pussy!”
With a feral snarl, Danny doubled his efforts, pounding into me with the force of a freight train. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, rattling the pictures hung upon it. I could feel my orgasm approaching fast, my entire body tensing up in anticipation.
“I’m…I’m gonna cum!” I keened, my pussy fluttering and clamping down on his cock. “Cum with me, Danny! Fill me up!”
“Fuck, you want it, Mom?” Danny roared, his hips jackhammering into me at a blinding speed. “You want my hot spunk shooting deep in your fertile cunt?”
“Yes!” I screamed, my clit throbbing almost painfully. “Give it to me! Breed me, Danny!”
With a strangled groan, Danny slammed into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock jerked and pulsed as he spent himself in long, powerful spurts, flooding my hungry womb with his thick seed. I howled in rapture as my own climax crashed through me, my pussy milking every drop from his twitching cock.
For a long moment, we just stayed locked together, gasping and shuddering as we rode out the aftershocks of our mutual climax. Finally, Danny pulled out of me with a wet squelch, his softening cock slipping free in a gush of our combined juices.
Now we are here in the morning aftermath my head in my hands.
“You ok mom, sorry if I was rough last night but you took it well,” he said putting his boxers on and getting dressed.
I took a deep breath, trying to process what had just happened. I couldn’t believe that I had actually gone through with it – that I had slept with my own son. The guilt and shame washed over me like a tidal wave, and I felt sick to my stomach.
“Danny, I-” I began, but he cut me off.
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. “I know this is a lot to take in, but we don’t have to pretend it didn’t happen. We can just…move on from here.”
I looked at him, my eyes filling with tears. “But how? How can we move on from something like this?”