The sun had barely risen over the horizon, casting a pale light over the small suburban home. Inside, Sarah sat at the kitchen table, her head in her hands, feeling the weight of the world bearing down on her. Her 18-year-old son, Jake, was at the centre of her struggles, and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Mom, can I go out tonight?” Jake asked, sauntering into the kitchen, his phone glued to his ear.
Sarah looked up, her eyes red from lack of sleep and tears. “No, Jake, you can’t go out tonight. You have school tomorrow.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “Come on, Mom. I’m 18. I can take care of myself.”
Sarah sighed, feeling the familiar knot of frustration and worry tighten in her chest. “That may be true, but you’re still living under my roof, and you’ll follow my rules.”
Jake snorted. “Your rules? You’re always so uptight. You never let me do anything.”
Sarah’s anger flared, but she tried to keep her cool. “That’s not true, Jake. I just want what’s best for you.”
“Best for me?” Jake laughed. “You have no idea what’s best for me. You’re always trying to control me, suffocate me.”
Sarah felt a stinging sensation in her eyes as tears began to well up. She had heard this same argument countless times before, but it still hurt. “I’m just trying to protect you, Jake. I love you.”
Jake snorted again. “Love? Do you call this love? You’re always on my case, never giving me any space. You’re suffocating me, Mom.”
Sarah’s voice cracked as she spoke. “I’m just trying to help you, Jake. You’re making poor choices, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Jake’s expression turned cold. “You’re always so quick to assume the worst about me. You never trust me. You never believe in me.”
Sarah felt a pang of guilt. Was she really that bad? Was she really suffocating her son? She didn’t know anymore. All she knew was that she was tired, so tired of the constant arguing and worrying.
“Jake, please…can’t we just talk about this?” Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
But Jake was already walking away, his phone still pressed to his ear. “I’m out of here, Mom. I need some space.”
Sarah watched him go, feeling a sense of despair wash over her. She didn’t know how to reach her son anymore. She didn’t know how to connect with him. All she knew was that she was losing him, bit by bit, and it was tearing her apart.
As the day went on, Sarah went through the motions, trying to keep her mind occupied with household chores and errands. But her mind kept wandering back to Jake, wondering what she could do to fix things between them.
That evening, as she was cooking dinner, Jake walked back into the kitchen, his expression still cold. “I’m going out tonight, Mom. Don’t bother trying to stop me.”
Sarah felt a surge of anger, but she tried to keep her cool. “Jake, please…can’t we talk about this?”
But Jake just shook his head. “No, Mom. We can’t. You never listen to me anyway.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving Sarah to wonder if she would ever be able to reach her son again.
As the night wore on, Sarah sat alone in the dark, feeling the weight of her depression bearing down on her. She had tried everything to connect with Jake – therapy, family counselling, even medication – but nothing seemed to work. She felt like she was losing her son, and she didn’t know how to stop it.
Just as she was starting to drift off to sleep, Sarah heard the sound of the front door opening. She sat up, her heart racing, as Jake walked back into the house.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, his voice softer than before. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a jerk lately, this is embarrassing but, I have a lot of tension. I mean I am always thinking about sex and it’s really getting to me.”
Sarah’s heart sank as she listened to Jake’s words. She had suspected that he was struggling with his sexuality, but she didn’t know how to bring it up.
“Jake, we can talk about anything,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “If you’re feeling frustrated, we can find ways to help you deal with that.”
Jake looked at her, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “I don’t know, Mom. I just feel like I’m always thinking about sex, and I can’t control it. It’s like I’m obsessed.”
Sarah reached out and took Jake’s hand, feeling a surge of love for her son. “That’s normal, Jake. It’s a natural part of growing up. But if it’s causing you distress, we can talk to a therapist about it. I love you and will do anything to help you.”
“Nah I don’t want to see a shrink, please don’t make me,” he said as he looked straight at my cleavage as I stood there in my nightie.
I sighed folding my arms which caused my tits to push up, “Jake, I’m not trying to control you or suffocate you. I just want what’s best for you. And I think talking to a professional could help us both.”
He didn’t answer he was too busy staring at my tits, “Jake, I’m serious. We need to talk about this,” I say, trying to keep my voice firm.
He finally tears his gaze away from my chest and looks up at me. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know what to do.”
“Are you really always so sexually frustrated, is that what is causing you to behave like this,” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Jake looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet. “Yeah, I guess. I just can’t stop thinking about it, you know? It’s like it’s all I can focus on.”
Sarah nodded, feeling a surge of empathy for her son. She knew what it was like to feel consumed by desire, to feel like it was taking over your life.
“I understand, Jake. I really do. But we need to find a healthy way to manage these feelings,” she said, reaching out to touch his arm.
Jake looked up at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks, Mom. I didn’t know who else to talk to.”
Sarah smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Maybe they could find a way to connect after all.
“Why don’t we start by talking about it? We can explore different ways to manage your sexual frustration, like masturbation or even therapy,” she suggested.
“Ew gross I don’t want to talk about masturbation mom, I just need a release,” Jake said, his voice low and urgent.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “And what if you had this release?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jake looked at her, his eyes widening with surprise and shock. “What do you mean, Mom?” he stammered, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
“I mean would your behaviour change,” she said as she unfolded her arms and his gaze was back to her tits.
“Oh, so you’re saying…like…if I…” Jake trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah nodded slowly, her eyes locked onto her son’s. “I’m saying that maybe if we could find a way to satisfy your needs, it might help with some of the other issues we’ve been dealing with.”
“Do you mean you are letting me fuck you,” he blurted out which she was shocked.
“NO… I didn’t mean that at all, good god and Jake, I was talking about a therapeutic solution. I can’t believe you took it that way,” she said, her voice filled with shock and disbelief.
“I’m sorry Mom, but when you say release and then look at me like that…well, my mind went somewhere else,” he said sheepishly.
“I am not letting my son fuck me as you put it,” she snapped, her face flushed with anger. “That’s disgusting and perverted, why would you want to have sex with an old lady anyway..”
Jake looked at his mother, her face a mix of shock and embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered, feeling ashamed of himself. “It’s just…you know…sometimes I can’t help but think about it. Your not old, and your not ugly and you got banging tits.”
“You think I’m not ugly?” Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked at her son, her eyes searching his face for any sign of sincerity.
Jake nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, Mom,” he said softly. “I mean…you’re my mom and all, but you’re still a woman.” He hesitated for a moment before adding, “And you have an amazing body.”
Sarah stood there, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She knew she should be outraged at her son’s advances, but deep down, there was a part of her that felt flattered by his words.
She sighed again, “I can’t believe I am suggesting this, look what if I helped and dont get carried away there will be not penetration. I mean I will give you an hand job and maybe suck it for you.”
Jake looked at her in shock and disbelief. “Really? You mean it?” he stammered, his eyes wide with surprise and excitement.
Sarah nodded slowly, her heart racing with fear and uncertainty. “Yes,” she said softly. “But we need to set some ground rules first.”
Jake’s eyes widened with excitement as he listened to his mother’s words. He had never expected her to agree, but here she was, offering to help him in the most intimate way possible.
“Yeah, sure,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “What kind of rules?”
Sarah took a deep breath and began listing them out one by one. “Firstly, this will be a one-time thing only,” she said firmly. “Secondly, there will be no penetration involved.” She hesitated for a moment before adding the third rule: “And finally…no matter how much you want it…you cannot have sex with me. It would be so wrong popping you in my you know pussy, you came from there I dont need you back in there.”
Sarah took a deep breath and looked at her son, her eyes filled with determination. “Jake, I want you to know that this is not something I am doing lightly,” she said firmly. “I love you, and I want to help you in any way that I can.”
Jake nodded slowly, his eyes wide with gratitude and excitement. “Thank you, Mom,” he whispered softly.
“Now come on let’s go upstairs to my bedroom where we can be more comfortable,” Sarah said as she led the way up the stairs. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as they entered her bedroom and closed the door behind them. The room was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
“Right sit on the edge of my bed while I get a bobble for my hair,” she said looking around her room.
“Why do you need a bobble?” he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.
“I don’t want my hair to get in the way when I’m sucking your cock,” she replied as she found a bobble and put her hair up.
She got on her knees between his legs on the floor as she reached for his jeans button and zipper.
She slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down, feeling her heart race with fear and excitement. As she pulled his pants down to his knees, she couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of his massive erection pushing against the tight fabric of his boxers. “Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath.
“Whats wrong mom,” he said as he took out his cock, it was huge and thick already leaking precum.
Sarah’s hands shook as she reached out to touch her son’s cock for the first time. It was warm and pulsing in her hand, and she could feel the veins bulging beneath the skin. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself before she began to stroke it gently up and down.
“Oh mom,” Jake moaned softly as he felt his mother’s hand wrap around his cock. “That feels so good.”
Sarah opened her eyes again, watching as pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock onto her hand.
“My son, you have an impressive cock,” she muttered as she leaned in and took the head of it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his salty precum as she sucked gently on it.
Jake moaned loudly now, his hands fisted in her hair as he thrust his hips up, pushing more of his massive cock into her mouth. Sarah gagged at first but quickly recovered as she sucked him deeper until the head hit the back of her throat.
“Oh mom,” Jake gasped again, feeling how warm and wet her mouth felt around him.
“You like that?” She asked before pulling back slowly while stroking him firmly with one hand and giving a playful nip to his balls with her other hand which made jake groan out in pleasure.
Yes mom, I fucking love it,” he replied through gritted teeth. “Keep going.”
Sarah smiled and then sucked him back in with more vigor than before, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock harder now.
Jake’s moans grew louder and more urgent as his mother sucked him off. He could feel the pressure building up inside him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded.
She pulled away with a pop and started stroking his hard long thick member.
“Do you want to put it in me,” she said as she jerked him hard.
“Wait… I thought you said no penetration,” he said moaning with his mom pumping her hand up and down his cock.
“Well, I didnt know you was packing such a big monster in your pants, son,” she panted as she looked him straight in the eyes while pumping his cock even harder. “I must have it now.”
She lifted her nightie and took off her panties and laid on the bed.
“Oh, mom, you’re so fucking wet,” Jake muttered as he positioned himself between her legs. He could see the glistening moisture on her pussy lips and knew she was ready for him.
He slowly pushed his cock into her tight cunt, feeling it stretch around him as he entered her inch by inch. Sarah moaned loudly, grabbing onto the sheets beneath them with one hand while the other reached up to grab a hold of his shoulder.
“Oh my god, Jake,” she gasped as he filled her completely with his massive cock. “It feels so fucking good.”
Sarah let out a guttural moan as Jake pushed his huge cock deeper inside her. “Jake, it’s so big, I can feel you stretching me out,” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy.
Jake grunted as he bottomed out inside his mother’s tight, wet cunt. “Fuck mom, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his hips starting to move in slow, deep thrusts.
Sarah’s hand moved to grip Jake’s firm ass, pulling him in harder and faster with each thrust. “Yes baby, fuck me harder!” she cried out, her nails digging into his flesh.
Jake picked up the pace, pounding into his mother’s dripping pussy with abandon. The room filled with the lewd sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping together and Sarah’s wanton moans.
As Jake pounded his massive cock into his mother’s tight cunt, he could feel the wet heat enveloping him, squeezing his shaft like a vise. “Fuck, mom, your pussy feels so good,” he growled, his hips hammering into her at a furious pace. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, make you forget all about those little dildos.”
Sarah’s back arched as her son’s huge cock stretched her pussy lips obscenely wide. “Yes, fuck me harder Jake!” she screamed, her voice cracking with lust. “Pound me with that big dick, fill me up!”
She wrapped her legs around Jake’s waist, using the leverage to meet his thrusts. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful snap of his hips. Jake’s heavy balls slapped against Sarah’s ass, leaving pink imprints on her fair skin.
“You like that, mom?” Jake panted, sweat dripping down his face and chest. “You like having your pussy destroyed by your own son’s cock?”
“Yes, god yes!” Sarah practically sobbed, her voice ragged. “I love it, I fucking love it! Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Sarah’s cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate as Jake relentlessly pounded her sopping wet pussy. The thick, veiny shaft stretched her inner walls to their limits with each powerful thrust. “F-Fuck, Jake! Oh god, your cock is splitting me open!” she howled, her cunt clenching down on him like a molten vice. “Harder! Fuck me harder with that monster dick!”
Jake snarled in feral lust, a sheen of sweat glistening on his rippling muscles as he increased his pace to a brutal, inhuman speed. The obscene wet slaps of flesh on flesh filled the room, punctuated by the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame being hammered into submission.
“Take it, mom! Fucking take it!” Jake roared, his heavy balls drawing up tight. “Gonna…Gonna fucking breed this pussy raw! Paint your fucking womb white with my cum!”
Sarah convulsed beneath him, back bowing into a perfect arch as her pussy spasmed wildly around his plundering cock. “AHHH FUCK! FUCK, I’M CUMMING!” she shrieked, clear femcum squirting out around his pistoning shaft in pulsing jets.
The feeling of her cunt rippling and milking his cock in fluttering waves sent Jake hurtling over the edge. “FUCK, TAKE IT MOM! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!” he bellowed, slamming in to the hilt one last time.
“Yes, yes, YES! Pound mommy’s hungry pussy!” she wailed shamelessly, too far gone to care about noise. “Fuck your mother, fill me up!”
His cock jerked and throbbed as it unleashed a veritable flood of hot, thick seed deep into Sarah’s quivering hole. Gushing spurts of jizz pumped into her in seemingly endless ropes, quickly flooding her channel to overflowing. Pearly white semen seeped out around his base, dripping down to puddle on the mattress.
Jake collapsed on top of Sarah, both of them gasping and shuddering through the aftershocks of their intense mutual orgasms. They lay there for long moments, his semi-hard cock still buried in her cream-filled cunt, basking in the afterglow.
As their breathing slowed, Jake rolled off of his mother with a satisfied grunt. His spent cock slipped out of her with a wet squelch, a river of their combined fluids immediately beginning to leak out of her gaping, puffy pussy.
“Holy shit, mom,” Jake panted, staring down at the fucked-out mess between Sarah’s splayed thighs with a mix of awe and pride. “I’ve never cum so fucking hard in my life.”
“Oh baby,” Sarah sighed blissfully, “you fuck mommy so good. I love having your big young cock destroying my pussy.”
Jake chuckled, basking in the glow. “I’ll never get enough of this, mom. Of you.”
She cupped his cheek tenderly. “And I’ll never stop wanting you, baby. My perfect boy.”