I was in my bedroom, getting dressed for the night. I slipped on a short nightie, leaving my underwear off. My phone buzzed on my bedside table – a text from my son Michael. What was he doing texting from his bedroom?
I opened the message, and my eyes widened. The text read, “I want you to suck this and let me ram it inside your pussy.” Attached was an image of him, holding his rock-hard cock. I felt a jolt of shock and a strange, inexplicable thrill. My cunt started to tingle.
Before I could react, another message came through. “OMG DELETE IT PLEASE WRONG NUMBER WAS MEANT FOR SARAH MY GIRLFRIEND.”
I texted back, “Sweetie, don’t be embarrassed. You’ve got an impressive size ;).” I clicked send, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I had just sent.
The silence stretched, each second an eternity. Finally, the phone buzzed again. “Mom, I… I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry. Please just forget it happened.”
Forget it? How could I forget it? The image of his cock was burned into my mind. And the way he’d worded the initial text, so raw and demanding, had stirred something dormant inside me.
I hesitated, then typed, “It’s okay, Michael. Just be more careful next time. But… are you sure you wouldn’t want me to see it in person?” I instantly regretted sending it. But I couldn’t take it back.
His response was immediate. “Mom, you’re kidding, right? Please say you’re kidding.”
I took a deep breath. “Maybe a little. But… I’m also a woman, Michael. And you’re a grown man. And you have a very… attractive body.”
This was insane. I was flirting with my son. But a thrill coursed through me, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years. My marriage had been passionless for so long. Had I been suppressing these feelings for years?
His response was immediate. “Mom, this is wrong. So wrong. I can’t believe you’re saying this.”
“I know,” I replied, my fingers flying across the keyboard. “But it’s also… exciting, isn’t it? The taboo, the danger…”
The phone went silent. I imagined him sitting in his room, staring at his phone, as shocked and confused as I was. Had I gone too far? Had I ruined everything?
Then, a new text arrived. It simply said, “Come to my room.”
My breath hitched. “Come to my room.” The invitation, or perhaps the dare, hung in the air, thick with unspoken desires and the weight of a lifetime of familial boundaries. I glanced down at my short nightie, suddenly feeling acutely aware of the bare skin it revealed. Was I really going to do this? Was I ready to cross this line, to shatter the image of mother and son forever?
Taking a shaky breath, I padded out of my room and down the hall towards Michael’s. The house was quiet, the only sound the faint thump of my own heartbeat. With each step, the gravity of the situation intensified, the potential consequences looming large in my mind.
I reached his door, my hand hovering over the cool metal doorknob. This was it. The point of no return. Once I opened this door, everything would change. Forever.
Hesitantly, I knocked. The sound echoed in the silence, each rap a hammer blow against the walls of my carefully constructed life.
“Come in,” Michael’s voice was strained, tight with a mixture of apprehension and something else… something that sounded almost like anticipation.
My hand trembled as I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the late afternoon sun. Michael was sitting on the edge of his bed, his back to me. He was wearing just a pair of jeans, his broad shoulders bare.
He didn’t turn around. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, punctuated only by the sound of our ragged breathing.
Finally, I spoke, my voice barely a whisper. “Michael?”
He slowly turned, his eyes meeting mine. They were filled with a complex mix of emotions: shock, confusion, desire, and a hint of fear.
“Mom,” he said, his voice hoarse. “What are we doing?”
I stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind me. “I don’t know, Michael,” I said, my voice trembling. “But I think… I think we both want to find out.”
I took another step closer, my gaze locked on his. The air crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of our shared secret pressing down on us.
“This is wrong,” he said again, but the words lacked conviction.
“Maybe,” I replied, my hand reaching out to touch his bare arm. “But it feels… so right.” My fingers traced the curve of his bicep, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my touch.
He flinched slightly, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes were wide, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
“Mom…” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Do you want me to suck it for a bit?” I said, my voice steady and sure.
He undid his pants and it sprang out, “Please Mom.”
I knelt before him, my heart pounding in my chest. The sight of his erection, now fully exposed, was both intimidating and incredibly arousing. It throbbed with anticipation, a stark reminder of the taboo we were about to break.
Taking a deep breath, I reached out and gently encircled him with my hand. He was hot and hard, pulsing with life. I looked up at him, my eyes questioning. He nodded almost imperceptibly, his gaze fixed on mine.
Slowly, I lowered my head, my lips brushing against the tip of his erection. He groaned softly, his hands clenching at his sides. I took him into my mouth, savouring the taste of him, the feel of his skin against my tongue.
I sucked gently at first, then with increasing intensity, drawing him deeper into my mouth. He moaned louder now, his body trembling with pleasure. I could feel him growing harder, and thicker in my mouth. I pulled off his cock with a pop.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice steady and sure. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. I got up and quickly laid on his bed. He lifted my nightie, exposing my wet, willing pussy. His cock nudged my labia, seeking entry. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
He pushed slowly forward. “Ahhh honey, you’re inside me.”
“Your pussy feels good, better than Sarah’s. You sure I can fuck you, I have a girlfriend and… you’re my mom.” He said slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy.
Michael’s cock slid deeper into my dripping cunt, each slow thrust stretching my pussy lips tight around his thick shaft. The slick heat of my juices coated him, dripping down to my thighs as he rocked into me. My nightie bunched around my waist, my bare tits bouncing with every movement. My nipples, hard and aching, begged for his mouth.
“Ohhh, fuck, Michael,” I moaned, my voice raw, “your cock’s so big, baby. It’s hitting my walls just right—ungh!” My hips bucked to meet his, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the dim room. The musky scent of our arousal filled the air, mingling with the faint lavender of my skin.
He grunted, his hands gripping my hips. “Shit, Mom, your pussy’s so tight,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “Feels like it’s sucking me in—fuck, you’re so wet.” His thrusts picked up, harder now, his balls slapping against my arse. My clit throbbed with every grind, swollen and sensitive, begging for more.
“Harder, baby,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck my cunt harder—ohhh, yes, like that!” My pussy clenched around him, the slick walls pulsing as he pounded into me. My juices squelched with every thrust, some dripping onto the sheets below, leaving a dark, wet stain.
Michael leaned down, his lips latching onto my left tit. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sucking hard as he fucked me deeper. “Mmmph,” he groaned against my skin, the vibration sending sparks through my core. My breasts jiggled with each slam of his hips, the soft flesh bouncing wildly.
“Ohhh, suck my tits, baby—fuck, that feels so good,” I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair. “Your cock’s stretching my pussy so wide—ungh, I can feel every inch!” My labia, puffy and slick, hugged his shaft as it plunged in and out, the lewd sounds of our fucking driving me wild.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with need. “Your cunt’s so juicy, Mom,” he growled, his voice low and filthy. “Look at it—fuck, it’s dripping all over me.” He slowed his thrusts, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, making me cry out. “Ahh! Fuck, Michael, don’t stop!” My pussy quivered, the thick head of his cock hitting my cervix with every deep thrust.
My thighs trembled, slick with sweat and my own cum. “Baby, my pussy’s so full,” I panted, my voice shaky with pleasure. “Keep fucking it—ohhh, I want your cum in me!” My clit pulsed, aching for his touch. I reached down, rubbing the swollen nub in frantic circles, my moans growing louder. “Mmm, fuck, my clit’s so sensitive—ungh, I’m gonna cum!”
Michael’s grunts grew louder, more primal. “Ungh, shit, your pussy’s milking me,” he groaned, his thrusts erratic now. His cock throbbed inside me, the veins pulsing against my slick walls. “You want my cum? You want me to fill your cunt?”
“Yes, fuck yes!” I screamed, my body arching off the bed. “Fill my pussy, baby—ohhh, cum in me!” My orgasm hit hard, my cunt spasming around his cock. “Ahhh! Fuck, I’m cumming!” My juices gushed, soaking his shaft and dripping down my arse, pooling on the sheets.
He slammed into me one last time, his cock buried deep. “Ungh, fuck!” he roared, his hot cum exploding inside me. Thick ropes of semen coated my walls, mixing with my juices as he kept thrusting, prolonging the pleasure. My pussy clenched, milking every drop from him as I moaned, “Ohhh, baby, I feel it—your cum’s so warm!”
He collapsed onto me, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat. His cock softened inside me, still twitching as cum and pussy juice oozed out, trickling down my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, my heart racing. “Fuck, Michael,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “That was… so wrong, but so fucking good.”
He lifted his head, his eyes searching mine. “Mom… what now?” he asked, his voice soft, uncertain.
I smirked, my hand trailing down to where our bodies were still joined. “Now? We clean up… and maybe do it again.” My pussy twitched at the thought, already craving more.
The room was heavy with the scent of sex, the sheets a mess of cum and sweat. Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the taboo we’d just shattered. And I didn’t care. All I wanted was him, his cock, and the filthy thrill of it all.
“What do you say, baby?” I purred, my fingers teasing his softening cock. “Want to fuck your mom again?”