The lazy Sunday afternoon stretched before me like a yawn, all slow and still. I was sprawled out on the living room couch, my laptop balanced precariously on my knees. The house was quiet, Mom was probably puttering around in the garden or something, and I had the place to myself, or so I thought. My pants were riding low, bunched around my ankles, because, well, I was watching something I definitely shouldn’t be if anyone else were around.
It was one of those mother-son roleplay videos. I know, I know, it’s messed up, but lately, that kind of stuff was really doing it for me. There was something about the forbiddenness of it, the taboo, that just lit a fire in my gut. The woman on the screen was older, yeah, maybe around my mom’s age, but she was hot, in a mature, put-together kind of way. And the guy playing her son was just a bit older than me. They were in a kitchen, and she was telling him off for something, but the way she was looking at him… it wasn’t really angry. It was… something else.
I started stroking myself under my waistband, my breath getting quicker. The scene on the screen was escalating; the ‘mom’ was backing the ‘son’ against the counter, her voice getting husky. My hand moved faster, the fantasy unfolding in front of me pulling me deeper and deeper in. I was so lost in it, imagining myself in that guy’s place, my heart pounding, that I didn’t even hear the footsteps padding down the hallway.
Then, suddenly – “Jesus Christ, Gary! Can’t you do that shit upstairs?”
My head snapped up, and my heart leaped into my throat. Mom. Standing right there in the doorway to the living room. She was in her work clothes, the pencil skirt and blouse she wore to her office job, but she’d loosened the top button, and her hair was a little messy, like she’d been working hard in the garden after all. But all I could see was her face, her eyes wide and fixed on… well, on my laptop screen.
My face went hot, like I’d just run a marathon in the desert. I yanked my pants up, fumbling like a total idiot. “Mom! Shit… I didn’t… I didn’t hear you come in,” I stammered, my voice cracking. I scrambled to close the laptop, my fingers clumsy and shaking. I felt like I was twelve years old again, caught stealing cookies from the jar. Embarrassment washed over me in a hot wave. This was mortifying. My own mother, catching me watching… this.
But she wasn’t saying anything. She just stood there, her eyes glued to the screen, which, thankfully, I managed to close just as another, even more explicit scene was about to start playing. I could practically feel the blush burning in my cheeks. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Finally, she blinked, and her gaze shifted from the laptop to me. Her expression was… weird. Not angry, not really even disgusted. Just… surprised. And something else. Curiosity, maybe?
“Oh my god,” she said softly, her voice sounding a little breathless, like she’d been running too. “I… I had no idea you were into… that kind of thing.” A deep rose color was creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. “I am… I’m sorry. I’ll just… I’ll give you some privacy.” She started to turn away, like she was suddenly shy.
“No, Mom, it’s fine, really,” I said quickly, maybe too quickly. “I was just… I was going to go up to my room anyway.” I stood up, my legs feeling shaky and weak, like they’d turned to jelly. I avoided her eyes, focusing on fiddling with the laptop, trying to make it look like I was just casually putting it away. But I could feel her eyes on me, heavy and… assessing.
As I turned to head towards the stairs, she spoke again, her voice a bit louder this time, stopping me in my tracks. “Actually… wait, Gary.”
I turned back, my eyebrows raised questioningly. “Yeah, Mom?”
She looked at me, her eyes roaming over my body, lingering for a moment, just a moment, on my crotch. I felt a strange tingle there, even though I was still completely embarrassed. What was going on?
“Why… why don’t you show me more of… what you like?” she asked, her voice still breathy, almost a whisper. “I… I want to understand. Understand my son.”
My jaw dropped. “Uh, what?” Had I heard her right? “Are you… are you sure, Mom? It’s… it’s pretty explicit stuff.” I gestured vaguely towards the laptop as if it was some kind of dangerous weapon.
She nodded, biting her lip slightly. It was a nervous gesture, I’d seen her do it a million times when she was worried about something at work. But somehow, right now, it looked… different. “Yes, I’m positive,” she said, her voice firming up a little. “Have a seat.” She patted the cushion on the couch next to her.
I hesitated for a second, a million thoughts racing through my head. Was this some kind of trick? Was she going to yell at me later about corrupting her innocent eyes? But she was looking at me with those big, curious, almost pleading eyes, and… well, I was curious too. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit… hopeful.
Tentatively, I sat back down on the couch, keeping a bit of distance between us. I pulled the laptop back onto my lap, my heart still hammering in my chest. My dick was still hard, throbbing against my zipper, reminding me exactly what we were talking about. I quickly closed the browser tab with the first video and opened a new one. This time, I was a little more… careful. I chose one that was still ‘mother-son’ themed, but maybe a little less intense to start with.
It featured a woman, older again, with a full figure and big breasts, and another guy who looked around my age, maybe a year or two older. They were in a bedroom this time, and the ‘mom’ was wearing a silky robe that was open just enough to hint at what was underneath.
Mom leaned closer to look at the screen as I pressed play. We watched in silence for a minute or two, the only sound the quiet dialogue from the video. The actors were just talking at first, but the tension was building, you could feel it crackling in the air. Then, the ‘mother’ reached out and touched the ‘son’s’ face, her fingers tracing his jawline.
Mom’s breathing quickened beside me. I could feel the heat radiating off her body now, even though we weren’t touching. “Wow,” she breathed out, her eyes wide. “This is… intense. They’re so… young. Is this… is this even legal?”
“It’s just acting, Mom,” I replied, my voice sounding huskier than usual. I swallowed, trying to wet my dry throat. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Her pupils were dilated, dark and wide, and her cheeks were flushed a deeper red now. She was really watching, really… taking it in.
She turned to me, her gaze locking onto mine. “I… I had no idea it turned you on so much to see… family,” she said, the word ‘family’ coming out almost like a question.
I shrugged, trying to act casual, even though my insides were churning. “It’s just… a fantasy, I guess.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen. In the video, the ‘son’ had pulled the ‘mother’ closer, and they were starting to kiss. It wasn’t just a peck; it was a deep, hungry kiss, mouths open, bodies pressed together.
Suddenly, Mom’s hand was on my thigh. It was light at first, just resting there, but then her fingers started to slide upwards, slowly, deliberately. My breath hitched. My cock throbbed, jumping against the denim of my jeans. Her touch was sending electric shocks through my whole body.
“I’m your mother, Gary,” she purred, her voice low and husky, almost unrecognizable. “I can… I can give you what you want.”
My head swam. Her words, her touch, the video playing on the screen, it was all blurring together into a confusing, overwhelming mix of forbidden desire and disbelief. But underneath it all, there was a surge of pure, raw want.
“Mom, we shouldn’t…” I managed to choke out, my voice weak. “It’s… it’s not right.” My brain was screaming at me, telling me this was insane, wrong, that I needed to stop this right now. But my body… my body was telling me something completely different.
She just smiled then, a slow, seductive smile that I’d never seen on her face before. It was like watching someone else entirely. She reached down, cupping my erection through my jeans, her fingers gently kneading and squeezing. “Just let me take care of you, baby,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned closer. “I’ll make you feel so good…”
My resistance crumbled. It just shattered into a million pieces, like glass dropped on concrete. I knew it was wrong. Logically, morally, everything in me screamed that this was wrong. But the pull, the desire, it was too strong, too overwhelming to fight.
Her fingers moved to my fly, and with a slow, deliberate motion, she unzipped my jeans. She pulled out my cock, already hard as a rock and slick with pre-cum. “Oh my…” she breathed, her eyes widening as she took in my erection. “You’re so… so hard. My son,” she said the word like a caress, “so big and virile, all for me…”
I groaned, a low, guttural sound that rumbled in my chest. Her words, the way she was looking at me, it was all feeding the fire that was raging inside me. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her touch firm and sure, and started pumping slowly, rhythmically.
On the laptop, the actors were now naked, bodies entwined, lost in the throes of sex. Moans and gasps filled the quiet living room. Mom watched them, her eyes fixed on the screen, while her hand moved faster and faster on my cock. Each stroke sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“I want you so bad, Gary,” she breathed, her voice thick with lust. “I want to taste you, feel you inside me. Can I have you, baby? Please… please fuck your mommy’s wet pussy…”
Her words, so dirty, so forbidden, mixed with the feeling of her hand on my cock and the images flashing on the screen, it was more than I could take. My control snapped completely. I was lost, drowning in a sea of need and desire.
Without saying a word, she pushed me back against the couch cushions. She stood up, hiking up her skirt, revealing pale thighs and the tops of black stockings. She slid down her panties, black lace that seemed impossibly small, and tossed them carelessly onto the floor. She was completely naked from the waist down, standing there in front of me, my mother, completely exposed.
She straddled me, her legs on either side of my hips, her bare pussy right in front of my face. It was… hairy. Dark and thick, completely unlike the shaved and waxed women in the videos I usually watched. But in that moment, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
She lowered herself slowly, guiding my throbbing tip to her wet entrance. I gasped as she sank down, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her tight, unfamiliar opening. She cried out, a sharp intake of breath that was half pain, half pleasure.
“Goddamn, you’re huge,” she whimpered, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. “My big boy… so deep in mommy’s cunt.” She moved her hips experimentally, getting used to my size, to the feeling of me inside her. “You like fucking your mother, Gary?”
I could only grunt in response, my voice lost somewhere deep in my throat. Pleasure was washing over me in waves, so intense it was almost painful. My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as she started to move, riding me slowly at first, testing the waters. Her breasts bounced with each movement, heavy and full, brushing against my chest. The video continued to play on the laptop, the moans and thrusts of the actors mirroring our own actions, spurring us both on, fueling the flames of our forbidden lust.
Mom picked up the pace, her head thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy. “I love your cock, baby,” she moaned, her voice ragged. “So much better than… than your father’s. Fuck me harder, Gary! Harder!”
I needed no further encouragement. I gripped her hips tighter, pounding up into her, meeting her thrusts with my own. She impaled herself on me again and again, her cries growing louder, more desperate. The couch creaked and groaned beneath us, protesting under the force of our movements. It was wrong, so unbelievably wrong, but it felt… it felt so incredibly good. To finally be taking my mother, to be filling her with my cock, it was a rush of power and taboo pleasure that I’d never experienced before.
“Fuck yes,” I growled, my voice thick with lust, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “Take it all, Mom. Mommy’s such a good little slut for her son.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, hot and dirty, fueled by the raw carnality of the moment. “I can’t believe… I can’t believe you’re riding me like this.”
A surge of energy exploded through me, building to a crescendo. Without breaking our connection, I stood up, lifting her with me, her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist. She gasped, surprised but not protesting. I carried her a few steps, then laid her back down on the couch, spreading her legs wide. I placed her ankles over my shoulders, giving me perfect access to her exposed cunt.
And then, I really hammered into her. Rough, deep thrusts, driving myself into her sopping wetness with no restraint. I pushed past the initial gentleness, past the tentative exploration, and just… fucked her. Her moans turned into screams, sharp and piercing, but laced with pure, unadulterated pleasure. I could feel her nails digging into my back, her body bucking beneath me, meeting every thrust, demanding more. The world narrowed down to just the feel of her hot, tight pussy around my cock, the sound of her cries, and the animalistic rhythm of our bodies slamming together.
I paused, feeling the weight of the moment, our eyes locked in an intense gaze. The animalistic frenzy receded for a breath, and I slowed my pace, wanting to savor every inch of this forbidden act. “Mom,” I whispered, changing the rhythm, moving from pounding to deep, slow thrusts that made every sensation sharper. Her walls gripped me like a vice, fluttering around my cock as I slid in and out with deliberate care. The wet squelch of our joining filled the room alongside her gasps and sighs.
“Nghh, yes… all the way in there,” she moaned, arching her back, her breasts rising and falling with each sharp intake of air. “Your cock feels so good inside mommy.”
My heart was pounding loud enough for both of us to hear as I watched her response, her body responding to each slow plunge. Her pussy clenched around me, milking my rod with every controlled movement. “Love this?” I asked gruffly, feeling the slickness of her cunt welcoming me deeper with each stroke.
“Yes… oh fuck… yes!” she cried out, her voice quivering with need. She reached up and pulled me down to kiss her hard on the mouth, our tongues wrestling as passionately as our bodies. The urgency was still there, but now it was tempered by something sweeter—something intense but tender. Her legs tightened around me in encouragement as she met my thrusts with a roll of her hips.
I could feel her wetness coating me completely; every withdrawal made a lewd sound, like lips parting from a juicy kiss. Every re-entry was met with a groan from her throat, a testament to how much she wanted this—how much she wanted me.
“Like that?” I murmured against her lips, pulling back just enough to see the pleasure etched into her face. Her eyes were closed in bliss as I buried myself into her again and again at a torturously slow pace.
“Ughh,” she whimpered softly, nodding frantically, her hands gripping my ass to pull me even closer. “Harder… but slow… just like that, baby.”
I complied with a low growl, my balls slapping gently against her thighs with each deliberate thrust. Our skin smacked together in wet symphony, the rhythm of our lovemaking punctuated by the slick sounds of us joining over and over.
Her legs quivered around my shoulders as I hit that spot deep inside that had her writhing beneath me—a mix of pleasure and desperation painted across her flushed face. “Right there,” she guided me through gasps. “Stay there… oh god.”
The smell of sex hung heavy—sweet and musky—mixing with the scent of fresh-cut grass from outside drifting through the window. It was all so real—the sounds of skin on skin, flesh on flesh—the soft mewls from Mom’s lips that made my heart race faster.
Her breathing shortened as we neared the edge together; I could feel it in the tensing of her muscles around me. I leaned down to capture a nipple between my teeth, gently tugging while she moaned louder still.
“Gary… don’t cum yet… ah,” she pleaded between gasps as I sucked hard on her breast.
I felt her urgency, her body begging for release, the words a struggle against the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm us both. My hips rolled into hers in a deliberate grind, hitting her sweet spot with each thrust, drawing out every whimper and moan. “Not yet, Mom… gonna wait until you’re ready.” I whispered the promise against her skin, my hot breath mingling with her own ragged sighs.
Her eyes flickered open, locking onto mine with fierce intensity. “Ughh, please… I need it,” she whispered back, torn between restraint and abandon. Her inner walls were gripping me tighter now, pulsing around my length as if trying to coax out every last drop I had to give.
I pulled back enough to see her face twist in ecstasy as she took all of me again, the slick sound of my cock sliding deep inside was like music to my ears—a lewd melody of forbidden desire. “Look at you,” I praised, my voice a growl of approval. “Taking every inch, so greedy for your son’s cock.”
She groaned in response, fingers clawing at my back as she arched to meet my pace. “Yes… your mommy wants it all,” she confessed, voice dripping with lust. The rawness of the moment fueled me—every slap of our bodies together sounding like claps in the quiet room.
The tension coiled tighter with each thrust, both of us teetering on the brink. “Ready for me?” I asked hoarsely, feeling myself close to the edge but wanting—needing—to hear her say it.
“Yes!” she cried out then, her body trembling under mine. “Cum in me… fill up your mommy!”
With those words unleashed, I lost all control. I drove into her harder, faster—a wild rhythm that had us both gasping and moaning. The couch squeaked its protest beneath us as I pounded relentlessly into her soaked pussy. Every thrust was met with a squelch and a smack that echoed our fervor.
“Gonna cum…” I grunted out, feeling the pressure build up into an intense coil at the base of my spine. Her pussy clenched around me one last time before both of us shattered into climax; hers came first—a scream tearing from her throat—and then mine followed—a guttural roar as I emptied myself deep inside her.
“Ooohhh fuck…!” she wailed out loud, nails raking down my back as waves of pleasure washed over us both. Our bodies shuddered and convulsed together, locked in an intimate embrace that left no doubt this was real—more than just fantasy or taboo.
As I emptied every last drop inside her warm depth, Mom’s legs wrapped around me even tighter, holding me close as we rode out the aftershocks together. Her breath was hot against my neck in rapid puffs as our hearts beat wildly next to each other’s.
“Love you,” she whispered finally when our breathing slowed, her voice soft and sincere beyond the heat of the moment.
“Love you too, Mom,” I replied breathlessly, still buried deep within her warmth. The room quieted around us except for our entwined breaths and the distant chirps of birds outside—a stark contrast to the turmoil we’d just shared on this lazy Sunday afternoon turned wholly unexpected.
We lay there for a while longer—the forbidden pleasure still buzzing between us—then slowly disentangled. She smiled at me warmly as I helped tidy ourselves up; no shame or regret in those eyes just afterglow and a strange sort of peace settling over us both.
“Guess we learned something today,” she chuckled softly once we were decent again.
“Yeah,” I agreed with a grin that mirrored hers. “Guess we did.” And despite society’s rules or what anyone would say—if this was wrong—I knew it felt incredibly right… at least for us.