It’s a Friday evening, and the house is quiet, except for the sound of clinking glasses and laughter coming from the living room. Mom, in her mid-40s, is sitting on the couch, sipping her third glass of wine. Her son, in his early 20s, is sitting next to her, trying to keep up with her drinking pace. They’re watching an old movie, but it’s clear they’re not really paying attention.
As the night wears on, Mom starts to get more and more drunk. She’s giggling and stumbling over her words, and her son is trying to help her keep her glass steady. You can’t help but wonder, what’s going to happen next?
“Hey, Mom, maybe you should slow down,” her son says, concern etched on his face.
But Mom just waves her hand dismissively. “I’m fine, sweetie, I’m fine,” she slurs. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a good time.”
As she says this, she leans in close to her son, her low-cut nightie slipping down her shoulder. Her son can’t help but notice the curve of her breast, and he feels a pang of attraction. What would you do in his shoes?
“Mom, you’re really beautiful,” he says, his voice low and husky.
Mom looks up at him, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Oh, really?” she says, her voice dripping with flirtation. “And what makes you think that?”
Her son takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch her hair. “You just are, okay?” he says, his eyes locked on hers.
Mom doesn’t pull away, and for a moment, they just sit there, looking at each other. The tension between them is palpable. Can you feel it?
As the night wears on, things start to get more and more intense. Mom is getting more and more drunk, and her son is getting more and more turned on. He’s trying to seduce her, but she’s not making it easy for him. Or is she?
“Come on, Mom, just one more drink,” he says, holding out her glass.
Mom takes it from him, her hand brushing against his. “Okay, but just one more,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she drinks, her son reaches out and starts to touch her. He’s running his hands over her body, feeling the curve of her waist and the swell of her breast. Mom is letting out little moans of pleasure, and her son can tell she’s getting turned on.
“Mom, I want you,” he says, his voice low and urgent.
Mom looks up at him, her eyes cloudy with drink. “What are you talking about, sweetie?” she says, her voice slurred.
But her son just keeps going. He’s kissing her neck and her shoulder, and Mom is starting to melt into his touch. She’s not pushing him away, and he can tell she’s getting closer and closer to giving in.
And then, in a moment that’s both shocking and inevitable, Mom starts to kiss him back. They’re making out on the couch, their tongues tangled together, their bodies pressed up against each other.
As they kiss, her son reaches down and starts to touch her between her legs. Mom is wet and ready, and he can tell she’s been wanting this for a long time.
“Mom, I want to fuck you,” he says, his voice low and intense as he lays her down and slides her nightie up.
“Honey… we…” she tries to speak. “I am your mom sweetie we can not fuck you know we…” She was cut off by him pulling her panties to the side and then… His cock rammed into her cunt.
The room spins as Mom tries to process what’s happening. Her son’s thick cock fills her, stretching her walls in a way she hasn’t felt in years. She gasps, her nails digging into his back. “Oh god, sweetie… we shouldn’t… your dick shouldn’t be in mommy’s privates.” But her words trail off into a moan as he starts to move, thrusting into her with long, deep strokes.
The forbidden pleasures of the flesh, so taboo yet so alluring. He could feel the warm, silken skin of her inner thighs as he gripped her tightly, spreading her legs further apart. The musky, intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making him dizzy with lust. He wanted to consume her, to lose himself in her forbidden heat.
“Don’t be shy Mom, privates. You mean my dick’s deep in your cunt, fuck unngh,” he grunted deep from his throat as he thrusts in and out. Each forceful plunge of his thick, engorged cock into her dripping wet pussy sent jolts of electric pleasure radiating through his body. He couldn’t believe this was really happening. That her tight, velvety walls were actually wrapped around him, squeezing and massaging his throbbing member in ecstasy.
“Oh fuck, oh god, sweetie, your cock feels so good,” she moans, her head thrashing from side to side as he fucks her harder and faster. Her plump, heavy breasts bounce and jiggle with each powerful stroke, the soft pale flesh glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. “I shouldn’t be letting you fuck me.”
The taboo nature of their actions only heightened the raw, primal pleasure. It was so wrong, so improper, yet so incredibly good. He could feel her hot, slick walls fluttering around his thick shaft as he pounded into her like a man possessed. “Your pussy feels so good,” he pants as he puts a finger in her ass as he fucks her pussy.
The air crackles with a forbidden energy. He grips her hips, holding her still as he continues to pound into her. “Say it, Mom,” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “Tell me how good this feels.”
“Uh… mmm… It… it feels…s-so…g-good,” she stammers, the alcohol and the intense pleasure blurring her inhibitions. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming with delight. “Oh, fuck, I… I can’t believe we’re…uhnn…doing this.”
“Believe it,” he says, his voice rough against her ear. He increases the pace, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “You want this just as much as I do. Look between your legs, watch my cock unngh… what’s it doing?”
He watches her eyes open and focus downwards, looking at his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy furiously. Her mouth hangs open in awe as she drinks in the lewd sight. “Tell me what do you see,” he says.
“I… I see your… your cock… inside… m-me,” she gasps, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and arousal, watching him fuck her. “It’s… it’s so big… filling me up… ungh.”
“Yeah? Is it good?” he grunts, sweat dripping down his forehead. He pushes deeper, hitting her G-spot with a precise thrust.
“Oh, fuck! Y-yes!” she cries out, her body arching off the couch. “So… so good! D-deeper… I need it… deeper!”
He obliges, driving into her with renewed intensity. Her moans become louder, more desperate. He can feel her muscles clenching around his cock. “Say my name, Mommy,” he commands through gritted teeth, his body shaking with exertion. “Tell me who’s fucking you right now.”
The words hang in the air, a potent mix of transgression and desire. She hesitates for a moment, her mind still fighting against the reality of the situation. But the pleasure is too overwhelming, the need too strong to resist.
“S-sweetie!” she cries and moans, her voice cracking with emotion. “Oh you fill mommy up so nice. Baby fuck me to completion! Baby finish inside of mommy!!! FUCK!!!”
Hearing the forbidden words spill from her lips, he almost loses it. A guttural roar escapes his throat as he pumps into her like a piston, his release building with each thrust. “Ahhh ahhh… yes… harder… ahhh god baby,” she throws her head back, her legs wrapped tight around him.
“Ffffuck! I’m gonna cum, Arrggh fuck Mom!!!!” he yells, his body tensing.
She responds in kind, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. Her body convulses around him, her muscles squeezing his cock as she reaches the peak. “Oh, God, FUCK! I’m c-coming! Coming for YOU!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH FUCK MY PUSSY!”
“Unnnghh mmppfff….” He unleashes his load deep inside her, filling her with his seed. Spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum paints her insides white as he pumps what feels like a gallon of jizz directly into her unprotected womb. They collapse together, a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, gasping for breath.
The silence stretches between them, thick and heavy with the weight of what they’ve just done. The movie flickers unheard on the screen, a silent witness to their transgression. The only sound is their ragged breathing, slowly evening out as the intensity of the moment begins to fade. She feels his softening cock slip out of her, followed by a river of their combined juices dripping out of her well-fucked pussy.
What happens now? The forbidden fruit has been tasted. How could they possibly go back to normal after something so taboo, so intensely pleasurable? He looks over at her, seeing her face – her eyes glazed over in a post-orgasmic daze, a string of cum and pussy juice connecting his cock to her gaping hole. He reaches down and scoops some up with his fingers, bringing it to her mouth.
A surprise fills her eyes, but she parts her lips, allowing him to feed her their mixed fluids. The taste of their sex floods her senses, the taboo of it all making her head spin. She sucks his fingers clean, swirling her tongue around each digit. It was so wrong, yet it somehow felt so…right.
“What now, Mommy?” he asks with a devilish grin, his cock already starting to stir back to life. The depravity of it all – the incest, the recklessness, the sheer naughtiness of it – it was like a drug, and they were both addicted. They’d crossed a line, but there was no turning back now.
The forbidden pleasures of the flesh were too alluring, too intoxicating. And as she pulls him in for another passionate kiss, they both know – this is only the beginning…