The sunlight sliced through a gap in the heavy hotel curtains, a harsh, bright line against the dim room. I squeezed my eyes shut, a deep, throbbing ache pounding behind my temples. It felt like the inside of my head was rattling around loosely, a sure sign I’d had way too much to drink last night. I groaned, a low sound swallowed by the quiet room, just lying there, staring up at the plain ceiling, wishing the pain would just melt away.
Then I heard it. A soft sound, a little sigh or moan, coming from the other side of the wide bed. My heart gave a sudden, heavy lurch. Slowly, carefully, I turned my head on the soft pillow. My eyes focused, and my breath hitched.
Lying right beside me, tangled in the sheets, was Andrew. My son.
My stomach plummeted, a cold, sickening drop. I looked down, really looked down, at what was happening under the rumpled covers. We were both naked. The blanket barely covered his shoulder and chest on his side; I could see the smooth curve of his back, the pale skin. On my side, the sheet was pulled lower, and I could see the soft slope of my own hip, the curve of my belly just where the sheet dipped down. My skin felt exposed and suddenly cold, even under the warm covers.
A hot wave of panic washed over me, making my face flush and my hands tremble slightly. The memories crashed back in, sharp and unwelcome. Parts of the night before, hazy but undeniable. The closeness. The kissing. The fumbling movements as clothes came off. And then, a feeling that made my stomach clench again – the heavy, undeniable reality of his body pressed against mine, the distinct sensation of him inside me. It had felt so real, so intense, in the moment. Now, lying here, seeing him next to me, it was horrifying. How? The question screamed inside my head. How could I have let this happen?
I couldn’t stay there another second. I threw the blankets off me in a sudden, jerky movement. The cool air hit my naked skin, raising goose bumps across my chest and arms. I scrambled out of the big bed, my movements clumsy and rushed. My eyes scanned the floor, spotting my clothes in a heap. I snatched up my underwear, pulling the soft cotton briefs up my legs quickly. My bra was next, the familiar straps and hooks suddenly feeling awkward as I fumbled with them, trying to cover myself, to feel some semblance of normal. Then I slid my jeans up my fuller legs, zipping and buttoning them with slightly trembling fingers. I pulled my top over my head, the fabric scratchy against my sensitive skin. Standing there, fully dressed again, I still felt exposed, raw. My body felt wrong, heavy with shock and shame.
As I stood there, trying to catch my breath, Andrew stirred in the bed. He shifted, his head turning towards me slowly. A sleepy smile spread across his face before his eyes were even fully open.
“Mmm,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He stretched slightly, pulling the sheet down a little more, revealing the line of his waist. His smile widened as he looked at me, standing by the bed. “That was one hell of a night, Mom.”
The word hung in the air, thick and heavy as a shroud. Mom. The casual affection, the post-coital contentment in his voice… it was a knife twisting in my gut. Every word, every movement of his body, was a fresh wave of nausea. I wanted to scream, to lash out, to deny everything, but the words caught in my throat.
His eyes finally focused, clearing from the sleep-induced haze. The smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion. He probably expected me to be smiling back, to be basking in the afterglow of… whatever twisted nightmare this was.
“Mom?” he repeated, his brow furrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?” He pushed himself up on his elbows, the sheet slipping further down his chest, and I had to force myself to look away.
I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. All I could manage was a choked gasp, a sound that mirrored the despair clawing at my insides.
I backed away from the bed, my leg bumping against the small bedside table. A lamp wobbled precariously. I reached out to steady it, my hand shaking so badly I nearly knocked it over.
“Mom, are you okay?” Concern now laced his voice. He sat up fully, pulling the sheet up to cover himself, finally. The movement was hesitant, as if he sensed something was terribly wrong but couldn’t quite grasp it.
I needed to get out of there. I needed to breathe clean air, to scrub the night from my memory, to rewind time and undo everything that had led to this moment.
“I… I have to go,” I stammered, the words barely audible. I turned abruptly and stumbled towards the door, grabbing my purse from the floor as I went.
“Go? Where are you going?” He was out of bed now, standing by the side, the sheet clutched around his waist. His face was a mask of confusion and growing worry. “What’s going on?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The shame was a physical weight, crushing me. I fumbled with the doorknob, my fingers slick with sweat.
“Mom!” he called, his voice rising in panic. He took a step towards me, reaching out his hand. “Wait! Talk to me!”
I yanked the door open and fled.
Few hours later I was at home and soon as I got in my daughter Haley and my other son Danny were both in the kitchen.
“Oh look who’s decided to show, were have you been. You didn’t come home last night, been texting all night you and Andrew,” she said with a worry.
Danny, always the quieter one, just watched me with concerned eyes.
My mind was still a swirling vortex of guilt and horror. How could I possibly explain this? How could I look them in the eyes, knowing what had transpired? I couldn’t. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Haley smirked, “so who was the lucky guy, we are not stupid. Your hair is still a mess.”
I forced a weak smile, trying to appear nonchalant, though every muscle in my body screamed in protest. “Just… catching up with an old friend. Lost track of time.” The lie felt like acid on my tongue.
Haley raised a skeptical eyebrow. “An old friend, huh? In a hotel?”
Danny stepped forward, his gaze softening. “Mom, are you okay? You look… pale.”
Their concern was another twist of the knife. They loved me, they trusted me. How could I have betrayed that trust so profoundly?
“I’m fine,” I insisted, my voice trembling slightly. “Just tired. Long night.”
“Where’s Andrew anyway?” Haley pressed, her suspicion unwavering. “He didn’t come home either.”
I tried to think of something and fast, “oh… I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.”
Haley’s eyes narrowed, her gaze sharp enough to cut glass. “You haven’t seen him? But you were both out all night. And he’s not answering his phone. It’s unlike him.”
Then the front door went and it was Andrew. He entered the kitchen, “hey guys.”
“Andrew, where were you last night?” Haley demanded, her voice laced with impatience. “Mom said she didn’t know where you were, but you were both out all night.”
“I was spending the night with my girlfriend Becky.” He said, his voice a little too casual, a little too quick, but the believed him thank god.
Haley seemed to buy it, her suspicion momentarily quelled. “Becky? Since when? You never mentioned Becky before.”
Andrew shrugged, a forced smile playing on his lips. “It’s new. We wanted to keep it private for a bit.”
Danny, ever observant, noticed the tension radiating off me. He shot Andrew a questioning look, but Andrew avoided his gaze.
The silence in the kitchen was thick enough to choke on. The lie, however flimsy, hung in the air like a fragile shield.
I needed to get out of there. I couldn’t stand the scrutiny, the lies, the overwhelming sense of wrongness.
“I’m… I’m going to go lie down,” I mumbled, turning to leave the kitchen.
“Mom, are you sure you’re okay?” Danny asked, his voice full of genuine concern.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I insisted, forcing another smile. “Just need some rest.”
I escaped to my bedroom, the closed door offering a temporary reprieve from the storm raging inside me. I sank onto the bed, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a physical burden.
Visions of last night kept flashing in my minds eye. His cock I remember it big and thick, I heard my own voice as he entered me. “Fuck me, ahh Andy honey ahhh harder.”
What was I thinking, then another vision popped into my head. Me looking at him, my legs up on his shoulders as he hammered his cock into my pussy. I closed my eyes.
This couldn’t be happening; I was a mother, not a monster! I hugged myself, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the small motions. It didn’t work, the guilt kept churning within my stomach.
As the day went on, I tried to act normal around the house, around my kids. But the weight of what happened kept growing, every glance from Andrew felt like a brand, every attempt on him to be casual felt like poison. I noticed Haley watching us, her suspicion never waning. I had to say something to Andrew, I needed his help.
Later that evening, after Danny and Haley had gone out, I found Andrew in the living room, scrolling through his phone.
“Andrew, we need to talk,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He looked up, his expression guarded. “About what, Mom?”
“About yesterday,” I said. “About what happened.”
He looked away, his jaw tightening. “There’s nothing to talk about. I told Haley I was with Becky.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I said, my voice trembling. “We… we can’t pretend it didn’t happen, Andrew. It was wrong.”
He stood up, his eyes flashing with anger. “Wrong? You didn’t seem to think so last night.”
His words stung, and the anger I had been holding back surged to the surface. “How can you say that? We were drunk, it was a mistake.”
“A mistake? Is that how you really feel?” he asked, his voice rising. “Because it didn’t feel like a mistake to me.”
“Andrew, you’re my son,” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “This is wrong on so many levels.”
“I know it’s complicated,” he said. “But I can’t just pretend that it didn’t happen. I have feelings for you, Mom.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “Don’t say that,” I said, my voice shaking. “Don’t even think it.”
“Why not?” he asked, stepping closer to me. “I know you felt it too.”
I backed away, my heart pounding in my chest. “I don’t know what I felt, Andrew. I was drunk, confused. But that doesn’t change anything. We can never speak of this again. Never.”
“You can’t just bury it, Mom,” he said. “It won’t go away.”
“I have to,” I said. “For the sake of our family, for the sake of everything, we have to forget it ever happened.”
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger. “Fine,” he said, his voice cold. “If that’s what you want. But don’t expect me to just go back to normal.”
He turned and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my shattered conscience. I sunk onto the couch. I felt tired. So tired. I thought I would just close my eyes for 5 mins but soon slipped in a deep sleep.
I dreamed of the party. But the party was with Haley and Danny. A huge cake baked for me. Haley kept smearing the cake on my face. I laughed and tried to do the same to her. But it turned to mud between my fingers. Haley started crying and ran off. Then Danny started shouting, “slut, slut slut.” Then he too ran off. I noticed all the guests, their faces turned to me, but they had Andrews face. Even the women. They all kept chanting slut. I was trapped inside this party, they kept on chanting “slut slut”.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I needed to flee, I had no control over myself. I couldn’t get him out of my head, I wanted his cock again.
2 Months later
Me and Andrew have been sneaking around and having causal sex. One afternoon I heard Andrew talking with Danny in the kitchen. I ears dropped and heard Danny say, “So who’s the new chick your knocking off. We use to share girls. We haven’t had a threesome in ages Andy dude.”
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Danny knew? About us? Panic surged through me, cold and sharp. I pressed myself against the wall, straining to hear Andrew’s response over the blood rushing in my ears.
“Nah man, it’s not like that,” Andrew said, his voice low and casual. Too casual. “Just some woman I’m seeing. Nothing serious. But her pussy. Oh shit it’s the bomb.”
Danny snorted. “Come on, Andy. I know you better than that. You’re not exactly the ‘nothing serious’ type. Spill.” There was a pause, and I held my breath, waiting for Andrew to deny it, to tell Danny the truth – that the girl he was seeing was actually his own mother. But instead, he laughed.
“It’s… complicated,” Andrew said. “Let’s just say she’s a bit older than I’m used to.” Danny whistled low.
“Older, huh? How much older?”
“Old enough, she’s a sexy MILF.”
I take a deep breath as I walk in the kitchen my blouse slightly open and in my short skirt. “What you two up to, Andy love make me a coffee please. Where is Haley.”
Andrew’s eyes widened slightly as I walked in, his gaze flicking to the open buttons of my blouse. He quickly looked away, a faint blush creeping up his neck. Danny, oblivious to the tension, shrugged.
“She’s out with friends, Mom. Won’t be back till late.” I nodded, leaning against the counter as Andrew poured me a cup of coffee. His hands trembled slightly, spilling a bit on the counter. He wiped it up quickly, avoiding my gaze.
“So, Mom,” Danny said, a mischievous glint in his eye.” Andy here was just telling me about his new… friend. Sounds like quite the lady.” Andrew shot Danny a warning look, but Danny just grinned. I felt my stomach drop, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I took a sip of the coffee, trying to steady my nerves.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” I asked, my voice carefully neutral. “A new friend? I hope he’s treating her right.”
“Oh, she’s…she’s great, Mom,” Andrew says, his voice strained. He’s avoiding my eyes, his fingers drumming nervously on the countertop.”She’s just…really special.”
Danny leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Special, huh? Must be, for Andy here to be so tight-lipped about her.” He turns to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“You know anything about this mystery woman, Mom?” I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. I can feel Andrew’s gaze on me now, waiting, watching.
“No… I… don’t. But I heard you both talking. How you like to share… girls.” I said putting the cup down.
Andrew’s eyes widened, his face flushing a deep red. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Danny, on the other hand, let out a loud, surprised laugh.
“Mom! Come on, that’s… that’s private stuff,” Danny said, still chuckling. “Andy and I, we used to… you know, share girls sometimes. It’s not a big deal.” I felt a surge of anger, mixed with a twisted sense of jealousy.
They used to share girls? Like some kind of game? And here I was, sleeping with my own son, feeling guilty and ashamed, while he was out there bragging to his brother. “Andy, is that true?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. “You used to share girls with Danny?”
Andrew finally found his voice, though it was strained. “Mom, it’s…it’s not like that. We were young, stupid. It was just… fun.”
I was starting to feel wet between my legs. My son’s spitroasting girls, “Andy so you… wouldn’t share the woman you are seeing now.”
Andrew’s eyes darted between me and Danny, his face a mask of panic and guilt. “Mom, please… can we not talk about this right now?” he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.
Danny, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Come on, Andy. Mom’s asking. Are you gonna share this new chick with me or what?”
I smirked, “Andy, but what if the…. woman you are seeing loves the idea of being shared at the same time.”
Andrews cock went hard, I could see it as he was nervous as he said, “D-do you… think MY women would want that.”
I felt my heart race as I heard Andrew’s words, the implication hanging heavy in the air. The idea of being shared, of being desired by both my sons, was both terrifying and exhilarating. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach.
“Well,” I said slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “I suppose it depends on the woman, doesn’t it?” I glanced at Andrew, my eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants. “Some women might find the idea of being with two men…appealing.”
Danny’s eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face. “Damn, Mom. You’re full of surprises today.” He turned to Andrew, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, Andy. You think your girl would be down for a… threesome? And if so, would you want to share her with Danny.”
“It’s not something we’ve talked about.” I felt a thrill run through me at the sight of him squirming, at the knowledge that I was the cause of his discomfort and arousal. I stepped closer to him, my hips swaying slightly, my blouse gaping open just enough to reveal the swell of my breasts.
“Maybe she’s the type of woman who likes a little… adventure,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. “Maybe she’d love the idea of being filled by two men at once.” Danny let out a low whistle, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively.
I sighed my heart racing as I looked at Danny, “don’t be angry and please don’t hate me. I… I am the woman Andrew as been fucking. I am the woman and yes I would be happy to be shared by my boys.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief and he to was getting hard as a rock even if he was angry. “Mom, you and Andy? That’s… that’s sick!”
I sighed, “oh that sick your rubbing your crotch.”
Danny got close, “wait so your telling me we both can fuck you right here. Prove it… undress and get on all fours.”
My heart raced as I stared at Danny, his words hanging heavy in the air. I knew I should be ashamed, horrified even, but the hunger in his eyes, the unmistakable bulge in his pants, sent a surge of desire coursing through my veins. I glanced at Andrew, his face a mix of shock and arousal, his own erection straining against his jeans.
Slowly, I reached up and began to unbutton my blouse, my fingers trembling slightly. I shrugged it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts, encased in a lacy bra, heaved with each ragged breath. I reached behind me and unhooked the bra, letting it drop to join my blouse. My nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, standing out proudly against my pale skin. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and shimmied it down my hips, stepping out of it and kicking it aside.
I stood before them, naked and exposed, my pussy glistening with arousal. Danny’s eyes roamed over my body, a mix of anger and lust etched on his features. Andrew, on the other hand, stared at me with a dazed expression, his cock throbbing visibly in his pants.
“Go on, Mom,” Danny urged, his voice low and husky. “Get on all fours for us. Show us that you really want this.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I sank to my knees, then crawled forward on all fours, presenting my ass to them. My pussy clenched, aching for attention. I could feel the cool air on my wet folds, and the heat of their gazes on my skin.
“Look at that,” Danny breathed, his voice thick with desire they both started to take there jeans off. “Mom’s pussy is dripping already. She really wants it, doesn’t she, Andy? you take her mouth ill take her pussy.”
Andrew’s eyes flickered to mine, a look of raw hunger and uncertainty mingling in their depths. I met his gaze, my own desire burning bright.
“Yes, baby,” I whispered, my voice husky with need. “Take my mouth, fill me up with your cock.” As if on autopilot, Andrew moved closer, his hands reaching for my head. He fisted a hand in my hair, guiding me to him. I opened my mouth, welcoming the thick, heavy length of his erection. He groaned as I took him in, my tongue swirling around the head, savouring the salty taste of his pre-cum.
Danny stepped up behind me, his hot breath fanning over my ass. I felt his fingers probing at my slick entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh. “You want this, Mom?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “You want me to fuck you while Andy’s down your throat?”
I moaned around Andrew’s cock as Danny’s fingers found my clit, circling the sensitive nub with a firm touch. My pussy clenched, a wave of pleasure washing over me.
“Yes,” I gasped, my voice muffled by Andrew’s shaft. “Please, Danny… I need you inside me.” I felt his fingers slide into my wet heat, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. My hips bucked back against him, seeking more friction, more pressure. “Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his hips grinding against my ass. “Your pussy’s so tight… so wet. I can’t wait to bury my cock in you.”
Andrew’s grip in my hair tightened, his hips jerking forward as I sucked him deeper. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin. I felt Danny’s cock slide inside my pussy as he moaned as I was getting spitroasted on the kitchen floor.
Danny picked up speed as my ass slapped hard against him as I moaned around Andy’s cock, “MMmmmmmppfff.”
“HHmmmff,” Danny grunting as he pounded my naughty hole. “Fuck Andrew, he cunt feels so good.”
As Danny’s cock plunged deeper, I could feel his thick shaft stretching my inner walls, the head bumping against my cervix with each powerful thrust. I moaned around Andrew’s cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his length. He groaned, his hips snapping forward, fucking my mouth.
The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of grunts and moans, filled the room. Danny’s fingers dug into my hips, his pace growing more erratic as he chased his release. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, the head swelling as he neared climax.
“Fuck, Mom… I’m gonna cum,” he gasped, his voice strained. “Gonna fill this tight pussy up.” I moaned around Andrew’s cock, my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. The dual stimulation, Danny’s thick length pounding into me and Andrew’s hard shaft stretching my throat, was too much. I felt my pussy clench, a wave of pleasure crashing over me.
As Danny erupted, his hot seed pumping into my womb, I came undone. My body shook, my pussy milking his cock for every drop. I swallowed around Andrew, my throat convulsing as I drank down his release.
I could feel my body twitching as I came, my pussy clenching around Danny’s cock as he pumped his seed deep inside me. My throat spasmed around Andrew’s shaft, milking him for every drop of cum. I moaned, the vibrations sending shivers through him.
As our orgasms subsided, we collapsed onto the floor, a tangle of sweaty, panting bodies. I lay there, my head on Danny’s chest, listening to his heartbeat slow. Andrew curled up beside me, his hand resting on my hip.
“Fuck, Mom,” Danny murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction. “That was… intense.” I smiled, nuzzling into his chest.
“I think we’ve established that you both like a little drama,” I teased, my voice barely above a whisper.
Danny chuckled, his hand stroking my back. “I guess so,” he admitted.
I woke up the next morning with a start, my heart racing and a sense of unease settling in my stomach. The events of the previous night came flooding back – the secrets shared, the desires confessed, the taboo pleasures indulged in. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all.
As a mother, I should have been horrified by what we’d done. But as I thought back to the sensations, the pleasure, the way my sons’ bodies had moved against mine, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. It was wrong, yes, but it was also… intoxicating.