The house was quiet, as it always was these days. The kind of quiet that settles into your bones and makes you feel like the walls are closing in. I sat on the couch, curled up in my red satin nightie, the hem riding up just a little too high on my thighs. The glass of wine in my hand was my only company, and I sipped it slowly, letting the warmth spread through me. It was my third glass—or maybe my fourth. I’d lost count. The bottle was nearly empty, and the room had that soft, hazy glow that comes with too much wine and not enough light.
I heard the key turn in the lock, and my heart jumped. I wasn’t expecting anyone. The door creaked open, and there he was—my son, Ethan. He stood in the doorway, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his hair messy like he’d been running his hands through it. He looked so much like his father, it almost hurt to look at him.
“Mom?” he said, his voice soft, surprised. “What are you still doing up?”
I blinked at him, trying to focus. “Ethan? What are you doing here? I thought you were at the dorm.”
He dropped his bag by the door and kicked off his shoes. “I was. But I… I don’t know. I just felt like coming home. Needed to see you, I guess.”
I smiled, but it felt shaky. “Well, you’re here now. Come sit with me.”
He hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat down on the couch beside me. His eyes flicked to the wine bottle on the coffee table, then to the glass in my hand. “You’ve been drinking,” he said, his tone neutral, but I could hear the concern underneath.
I shrugged, swirling the wine in my glass. “Just a little. Helps me relax.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, just watched me. I could feel his eyes on me, and for some reason, it made me self-conscious. I tugged at the hem of my nightie, trying to pull it down a little, but it didn’t do much good. I caught him glancing at my neckline, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“What?” he asked, his voice a little sharper than he probably meant it to be.
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s just… no one looks at me like that anymore. Not for a long time.”
He looked away quickly, his cheeks flushing. “I wasn’t—I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted, my voice softer now. “It’s nice, in a way. To feel… noticed.”
He didn’t say anything to that, just sat there, his hands clasped between his knees. I took another sip of my wine, the silence stretching between us. It wasn’t uncomfortable, exactly, but it was heavy, like there was something unsaid hanging in the air.
“Do you drink often?” he asked finally, his voice quiet.
I sighed, setting my glass down on the table. “More than I should, probably. It’s… it’s just been hard, Ethan. Being alone all the time. You’re off at school, and I’m here, in this big, empty house. Sometimes it feels like the walls are closing in on me.”
He turned to look at me then, his eyes searching mine. “Mom, I… I didn’t realize it was that bad. You always seem so… put together.”
I laughed, but it came out more like a sob. “I’m good at pretending. But deep down, I’m just… tired. Tired of being alone. Tired of feeling like I don’t matter anymore.”
He reached out then, hesitantly, and took my hand in his. His grip was warm, solid. “You matter, Mom. You matter to me.”
I looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, I felt something other than emptiness. “Thank you, Ethan,” I whispered. “That means more than you know. Now is there a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me haha. It’s ok maybe stop looking at cleavage and it will go away.”
He went quiet, his face turning a deep shade of red. “I… I am sorry, Mom.”
I waved him off, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s fine, you’re a guy. It’s okay to look, I guess. You’ve grown up so fast. You’ll be 19 at the end of the year. Well, I just wish I wasn’t an ugly old woman at 55 years old.”
He chuckled, his voice low and a little nervous. “Trust me, Mom, you’re not old or ugly. If you were, then why did I get a hard… Never mind.”
My eyes widened, and I felt my cheeks flush with heat. “Ethan!” I exclaimed, half-laughing, half-mortified. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you just said that.”
He buried his face in his hands, his ears turning bright red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— God, this is so awkward.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite my embarrassment. “Well, this is definitely a first. I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone… you know… just by sitting here.”
He peeked at me through his fingers, his expression a mix of horror and amusement. “Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?”
I reached over and ruffled his hair, trying to ease the tension. “Oh, honey, it’s fine. It’s… flattering, in a weird way. But let’s maybe not make this a regular thing, okay?”
He groaned, leaning back against the couch. “Yeah, no kidding. This is officially the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
I smirked, taking another sip of my wine. “Oh, I doubt that. Remember when you were 12 and you tried to impress that girl at the pool by doing a cannonball, but your swim trunks fell off?”
He groaned louder, covering his face again. “Mom, why would you bring that up?”
“Because,” I said, grinning, “it’s my job as your mother to remind you that no matter how embarrassing this is, it could always be worse.”
He laughed then, the sound warm and genuine, and it made my heart swell. “You’re evil, you know that?”
“Maybe a little,” I admitted, leaning back against the couch. “But hey, at least I’m not boring.”
He shook his head, still laughing. “No, you’re definitely not boring. And for the record, Mom, you’re not old or ugly. You’re… you’re kind of amazing.”
I felt my cheeks warm again, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment. “Thank you, Ethan. That means a lot, even if it comes with a side of awkwardness.”
He smiled, his eyes soft. “Anytime, Mom. Just… maybe don’t wear that nightie next time I come over, okay?”
I burst out laughing, the sound filling the room. “Deal. But only if you promise to stop looking at my cleavage. Wait what is wrong with this nightie cheeky shit.”
He held up his hands in mock surrender. “Deal. But no promises if you keep making jokes like that. What’s wrong with it. Jeez mom, if you wasn’t my mother that is all am going to say.”
“Haha wow really… Ok I am only joking sweetie, look all you like. It isn’t like your hurting anyone. One sec,” I went to get a fresh bottle of wine and an extra glass. “Drink with me honey.”
We clinked glasses and took a sip together. “To not being alone,” I toasted, my voice soft but sincere.
“To new beginnings,” he echoed, meeting my gaze and down my nightie and his gaze was longer.
I nodded, my cheeks flushing. “New beginnings, huh? That sounds nice.”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “It does, doesn’t it? I think we both need that.”
I took another sip of my wine, feeling the warmth spread through me. The room was quiet, but it wasn’t the heavy silence from before. It was comfortable, almost cozy.
“So,” I said after a moment, “what do you want to do now? We could watch a movie, or play a game… or we could just talk.”
He considered for a moment, then shrugged. “I’m up for whatever you want to do, Mom. It’s been a while since we’ve had some quality time together.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the wine. “I’d like that. A lot.”
We sat there for a moment, just looking at each other. The air between us felt charged, like there was something unsaid hanging in the space between us.
“Mom,” he said finally, his voice low and hesitant. “Can I ask you something?”
I nodded, my heart starting to pound in my chest. “Of course, honey. You can ask me anything.”
He took a deep breath, his eyes flicking down to my cleavage again before meeting my gaze. “Do you… do you ever think about what it would be like if things were different? If we weren’t mother and son?”
I felt my breath catch in my throat, my eyes widening in surprise. “Ethan… I… I don’t know what to say.”
He looked away, his cheeks flushing. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s just… being here with you tonight, seeing you like this… it made me realize how much I’ve missed you. How much I want to be close to you.”
I reached out then, taking his hand in mine. His skin was warm and soft against my palm. “Ethan,” I said softly, “I’ve missed you too. More than you know.”
He looked at me then, his eyes searching mine. “Mom,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
And then he leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath on my lips, could see the desire burning in his eyes.
“Ethan,” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly.
“Mom,” he whispered again, and then he closed the distance between us.
His lips met mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It was gentle at first, almost chaste. But then it deepened, became more urgent.
I kissed him back without thinking, without hesitation. It felt right in a way that nothing had felt right in a long time.
His hands came up to cup my face as he kissed me harder, more passionately. I could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of my nightie.
“Mom,” he groaned against my lips as he pulled back slightly.
“Ethan,” I breathed back.
We stared at each other for a long moment before he leaned in again and captured my lips with his own.
This time there was no hesitation on either of our parts as we lost ourselves in the kiss.
My hands came up to tangle in his hair as he pulled me closer against him.
His hands roamed over my body as we continued to kiss deeply and passionately.
He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes with lust filled eyes and whispered: “Mom I want you so bad.”
“Ethan,” I breathed, my voice low and husky with desire. “I want you too, honey. I want you so much.”
He groaned, his hands roaming over my body with more urgency now. I could feel the heat of him through his jeans, could feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh.
I reached down then, my hand sliding over the bulge in his pants. He gasped at the contact, his hips jerking forward.
“Mom,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” I interrupted, my hand rubbing him through the denim. “I want to touch you, Ethan. I want to make you feel good.”
He shuddered, his head falling back against the couch. “God, Mom. That feels so good.”
I smiled, my hand continuing to stroke him as I leaned in and pressed my lips to his neck. He groaned again, his hips moving in time with my hand.
“Let me see you,” I whispered against his skin. “Let me see what you’ve got for me.”
He looked at me then, his eyes dark with desire. Without a word, he stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down over his hips.
His cock sprang free, long and thick and hard. I licked my lips at the sight of it, feeling a fresh wave of desire wash over me.
“Fuck,” I breathed, reaching out to wrap my hand around him. He was hot and hard in my grip, pulsing with need.
He groaned as I stroked him slowly, watching my hand move up and down his shaft.
“Mom,” he gasped out after a moment. “That feels so good. But I want more.”
I looked up at him through my lashes, a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“I want your mouth on me,” he said roughly. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock.”
I smiled at that, leaning in closer until my breath was hot on his skin. “You want me to suck your dick?” I asked softly.
“God yes,” he groaned. “Please, Mom.”
I chuckled, my hand still stroking him slowly. “Such a polite request. How can I refuse?”
I leaned down then, my tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. He shuddered at the contact, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his thick shaft. “Your mouth feels so good.”
I hummed in response, my tongue swirling around him as I began to bob my head up and down. He tasted salty and musky, and I could feel him pulsing against my tongue.
His hips moved in time with my mouth, thrusting forward as I took him deeper and deeper. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. Instead, I relaxed my muscles and took him even further.
“Shit,” he gasped out, his grip on my hair tightening. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
I quickly pulled back away from him, “no your not cumin yet.”
I stood up pulled my nightie up and off and took my bra and panties off and laid on the couch and spread my legs. I wanted his cock inside me so damn bad.
Ethan looked at me, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of me naked and spread out on the couch. His gaze roamed over my body, lingering on my breasts and the bare mound between my legs.
“Mom,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I smiled up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Come here, baby. I want to feel you inside me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, positioning himself between my thighs. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock pressing against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he slowly pushed inside me. I was wet and ready for him, but it had been a long time since I’d had a man inside me. I could feel myself stretching around him, my body accommodating his size.
“Oh god,” I gasped as he bottomed out, filling me completely. “You’re so big, baby.”
He pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again, setting a steady rhythm. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he moved in and out of me.
I could feel every inch of him, could feel the friction of his cock against my walls. It was intense and overwhelming in the best way possible.
“Ethan,” I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t reply, just leaned down and captured my lips in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, tangling with mine as he continued to pound into me.
The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room – the wet slap of skin against skin, the harsh panting of our breath, the low moans and groans escaping our lips.
I could feel my orgasm building already, coiling tight in my belly. Ethan must have felt it too because he changed his angle slightly, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Yes,” I cried out, my head falling back against the couch. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. If anything, he went faster, harder. The couch creaked under us with the force of his thrusts.
I could feel myself teetering on the edge now, could feel my body tensing in anticipation. “Ethan,” I gasped out. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Me too,” he groaned back. “Cum for me Mom. Let go.”
That was all it took to send me spiraling over the edge into ecstasy. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, making every nerve ending in my body come alive.
I screamed out his name as I came hard around him, my body convulsing with pleasure.
Ethan followed right after me with a low groan of his own, burying himself deep inside me as he released himself into my welcoming depths.
We stayed like that for a moment – panting and sweaty and entwined – before Ethan finally pulled out and collapsed next to me on the couch.
“That was… incredible,” he said softly after a moment.
I smiled at him, feeling happier and more satisfied than I had in years. “It really was,” I agreed.
We lay there together for a while longer – naked and spent – just enjoying each other’s company and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
And for the first time since I could remember, I felt truly happy and truly alive.