It was a typical Tuesday afternoon for me. Sat at my kitchen table, laptop open, trying to juggle work and get dinner prepped. The sun streamed in, making the kitchen feel warm and cozy, all those family pictures on the wall looking back at me. Freshly baked cookies cooled on a rack, the usual domestic scene.
Tom and I, have been married for ages, and with both kids at college now, we were talking about injecting some spark back into things. So, I got this idea to send him a little something… a surprise. This morning, feeling a bit cheeky, I took a photo. It was tasteful, I thought, but definitely suggestive. You know, for his eyes only.
Heart fluttering with anticipation, I opened WhatsApp, quickly typed in ‘Tom’, or so I thought, and hit send. The little tick marks appeared, delivered… and then ice water flooded my veins. My eyes snapped to the recipient name. Dan. My son, Dan. Not Tom.
“Oh no,” I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth. “No, no, no!” My face burned crimson. Dan? What in the world was he going to think? He already teased me about my minimal social media presence being ‘so embarrassing, Mom’. This was beyond embarrassing. This was… catastrophic.
Panic seized me. I frantically typed a message, fingers tripping over the keyboard.
Me: Dan I am so sorry! That was meant for your dad! Please forget you saw that!
A few seconds crawled by, each one an eternity. Then my phone buzzed. I almost didn’t want to look.
Dan: Umm… wow, Mom. That was… unexpected. Damn, your pussy looks so good.
I physically recoiled, burying my face in my hands. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. “Disgusting,” I thought, “how could he even say that?” After a moment of sheer mortification, I forced myself to type back.
Me: Stop it that is disgusting to say to your mom. Look just please don’t say anything to anyone.
My fingers trembled as I waited for his reply, dreading what he might say next.
Dan: Relax, your secret’s safe with me. But you have to admit, that’s some quality content.
Despite the burning shame, a tiny, absurd part of me, I actually wanted to know – what exactly had he seen? I hadn’t even described it in the panicked apology. I typed, reluctantly, trying to get some clarification, some handle on this disaster.
Me: What did you even see?
His response came quickly, too quickly.
Dan: Come on, Mom. Don’t play coy now. You know what I saw. Everything. Clean shaven, pink, looks tight. Honestly, for a mom your age… impressive.
My breath hitched. He saw everything. And he was… complimenting me? This was surreal. Awful. And yet… a tiny spark of something else flickered within the overwhelming embarrassment.
Me: Dan, this is not funny! I’m mortified.
I tried to convey the gravity of the situation, the sheer horror of it all, through text, but it felt so inadequate.
Dan: Honestly, it’s a compliment. It’s not every day I get a pic like that from my mom. You’ve still got it!
Still got it? My son was saying I ‘still got it’ after seeing… that. It was completely inappropriate, utterly wrong, but a strange warmth started to spread through the icy embarrassment.
Me: That was an accident. I meant to send it to your dad. I’m just… flustered.
I needed to reiterate, to make it crystal clear this was a mistake, a horrifying, massive mistake. But the words felt weak, even to me.
Dan: I mean, if you’re feeling flustered, I could help with that.
That was… bold. Too bold. My son was flirting with me. Directly. It was outrageous, unbelievable.
Me: Dan, this isn’t a game. You’re my son!
I typed it, hoping the firmness in my tone would translate through the digital words.
Dan: Yeah, but I’m also an adult now. It’s just a picture, right? You should own it!
Own it? Own accidentally sending a nude photo to my son? The absurdity of it all almost made me laugh, even as I cringed.
Me: Seriously, you’re making this worse. What happened to respecting boundaries?
I was grasping at straws, trying to pull back some sense of normalcy, of mother-son decorum.
Dan: Boundaries? Those went out the window with that pic! Honestly, Mom, I think it’s cool that you’re still confident enough to send something like that. Shows you’ve got a life.
His words, as inappropriate and shocking as they were, hit a nerve. It was true; lately, I had felt a bit… invisible. Just ‘Mom’, just ‘Tom’s wife’. Not… me. And Dan, in this completely messed up way, was acknowledging… me.
Me: Thanks, I guess. Just… please don’t bring it up again.
I needed to shut it down, to draw a line, even after this bizarre detour into the forbidden zone of mother-son flirtation.
Dan: Fine, I won’t. Unless you want to send me another one.
I actually chuckled, a small, shaky sound escaping me despite myself. This was insane. Completely, utterly insane.
Me: I think one is more than enough, thank you very much. Did you like it that much, I am curious.
Dan: Like it? Mom, I haven’t been able to think of anything else all afternoon.
My fingers froze over the keyboard. He hadn’t just liked it, he’d been consumed by it? That was… disturbing, to say the least. And yet, the way he said it, the raw honesty… it was undeniably impactful. A shiver ran down my spine, not entirely of revulsion.
Me: Dan, please. You’re my son. This is so wrong.
I was pleading now, the firmness gone from my tone, replaced by a desperate attempt to regain control, to put the genie back in the bottle, even though I suspected it was already too late.
Dan: Wrong according to who? Mom, you are a beautiful woman. And yes, even moms are sexual beings. It’s not like I’m suddenly going to start seeing you differently… or am I? Damn, I would love to give that pussy a damn good pounding.
Me: Wait, are you being serious? You would pound my poor pussy.
Dan: Poor pussy? Mom, there’s nothing ‘poor’ about it. It looked… begging for it. You got me hard real hard now. I was going to go home to the wife after work, but I can drop by if you like.
My heart hammered against my ribs. “Wife?” I almost forgot he was married. This whole insane conversation had pushed everything else out of my mind. The real world, my marriage to Tom, Dan’s wife, everything seemed to fade in the face of this… this electric current running between me and my son. I started to feel the dampness in my knickers. God what is he doing to me?
Me: Dan, you have a wife! This is… you can’t be serious. Don’t you think this is wrong? I am going to regret saying this. But if we did you know, what exactly would you… do.
Dan: Serious as a heart attack, Mom. Your pussy is hot as hell, and right now, thinking about it… about you… that’s all I can focus on. What would I do? Everything. I’d taste you, Mom. Lick you until you begged me to stop, and then I’d bury my face between your legs and keep going. I’d feel you get wet and hot around my mouth, taste you, smell you… God, Mom, you smell amazing even through a picture. I can only imagine how you smell in person. And then, when you were slick and begging, I’d slide in slow, feel you tighten around me, and then I’d pound you, Mom. Hard. Deep. Until you screamed my name. Until you came all over my cock. I could be there in 20 minutes, up to you.
Me: 20 minutes? Dan, I… I don’t know what to say.
My response felt weak, pathetic. ‘I don’t know what to say?’ Really? That was the best I could come up with? But it was true. I was adrift in uncharted waters, emotions colliding within me like a storm at sea.
Dan: Say yes, Mom. Say you want me. Just for once, be honest with yourself. Hell, if you want we will skip the pussy eating and I will get straight to work hammering my dick in it.
As I sat there, phone in hand, I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and something else I couldn’t quite place. I had always thought of Dan as my little boy, but the words he’d just sent me painted a different picture – one of a man, confident and unapologetic about his desires.
I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity, wondering what it would be like to let go of my inhibitions and give in to this forbidden desire. I knew it was wrong, that I should stop this right now and pretend like it never happened. But there was a part of me that was intrigued, a part of me that wanted to explore this newfound connection with my son.
My fingers trembled as I typed out my response, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and guilt.
Me: Dan, I… I don’t know. This is so wrong, but I can’t deny that it’s turning me on. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t know what to do.
Dan: Mom, if it’s turning you on, then there’s nothing wrong with exploring that. I know it’s strange, but sometimes the most unexpected things can bring us the most pleasure. Just think about it, okay? There’s no pressure, and we can always pretend like it never happened if that’s what you want. But if you’re curious, I promise I’ll make it worth your while.
I took a deep breath, my mind racing with thoughts and desires I’d never considered before. I knew I should say no, that this was a line I couldn’t cross. But there was something about Dan’s words, about the way he made me feel, that made me want to take a risk.
Me: Okay, Dan. I’ll do it. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I want to find out.
Dan: That’s my girl, Mom. I promise you won’t regret this. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Just make sure you’re ready for me.
I couldn’t believe what I’d just agreed to, but there was no turning back now. I had made my decision, and I was going to see it through to the end.
I stood up from the kitchen table, my legs shaky and weak. I made my way to the bedroom, my mind filled with thoughts of Dan, of his body, of the things he was going to do to me. I felt a rush of excitement as I undressed, my fingers trembling with anticipation.
I lay down on the bed naked, my heart racing as I waited for Dan to arrive. I knew this was wrong, that I was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But there was something about the taboo nature of our relationship, about the forbidden desire that flowed between us, that made me want to explore this new connection.
When Dan arrived, he didn’t hesitate. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes filled with desire as he looked at me. He unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock. “Want me to eat you out first or want this inside you now.”
His question hung in the air, raw and direct. My breath hitched. “Eat me… first,” I managed to whisper, the words barely audible even to myself. It felt like admitting to a deep, dark craving I hadn’t even known I possessed until this moment.
Dan’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. Without another word, he shifted on the bed, kneeling between my legs. My thighs parted instinctively, offering him access. He leaned down, his gaze locking with mine for a heartbeat, a flicker of something intense and possessive in his eyes. Then, he lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue was startling, a hot, wet shock against my most sensitive flesh. I gasped, my hips arching involuntarily off the bed. It was so intimate, so exposed, and so wrong, yet every nerve ending in my body flared with a forbidden pleasure. He started slowly, teasingly, licking around the edges, his breath warm against my skin. Then, with a low groan that vibrated against my clitoris, he pressed his mouth fully against me.
His tongue was everywhere, exploring every fold and crevice, sending shivers of sensation through me. He lapped and sucked, his mouth creating a wet, insistent pressure that was both shocking and electrifying. I gripped the sheets, my knuckles white, trying to ground myself against the overwhelming feelings surging through me. It tingled, it burned, it ached with a desperate need. I had felt pleasure before, with Tom, but never like this. This was primal, intense, focused solely on me, on this forbidden act.
He knew exactly what he was doing, his movements becoming more insistent, more demanding. He sucked harder, drawing my clitoris deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking and swirling around it. A moan escaped my lips, louder this time, more unrestrained. My head thrashed against the pillow as waves of heat washed over me. I could feel myself getting wetter, slicker, my body reacting with a will of its own, betraying every rule, every taboo I had ever held.
The scent of my own arousal filled the air, mingling with his masculine musk. It was intoxicating, dizzying. He moved his fingers, one hand sliding between my legs to cup my ass, the other teasing my inner thigh, adding to the sensory overload. I was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, my mind dissolving into pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Dan… oh god, Dan,” I gasped, my voice trembling, barely recognizable even to myself. I could feel myself building towards something, a precipice of release that felt both terrifying and exhilarating.
He paused for a moment, lifting his head, his face flushed, his lips wet and glistening. His eyes were dark with desire, burning into mine. “Almost there, Mom? You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice husky and thick with arousal.
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before lowering his head again, this time even more aggressively. His tongue plunged deeper, his suction stronger, and I felt a tremor run through my entire body. My breath hitched, then came in ragged gasps. My hips bucked against him as the first waves of orgasm crashed over me.
I cried out, a strangled sound ripped from my throat, my body convulsing around him. Pleasure exploded within me, a raw, intense release that shook me to my core. He continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of sensation from me, until the spasms slowly subsided, leaving me panting and trembling, my body slick with sweat and my own juices.
He finally lifted his head, his gaze intense as he looked down at me. My legs were still spread wide, vulnerable and exposed. He straddled me, his hard cock, thick and purple, throbbing against my thigh. He reached down and guided it to my entrance, the tip pressing against my swollen, sensitive labia.
The head of his cock felt enormous, alien, yet undeniably exciting. I watched, mesmerized and slightly terrified, as he positioned himself. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head, his weight pressing down on me.
“Ready, Mom?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
I nodded, unable to speak, my heart pounding against my ribs.
He took a deep breath, then slowly, deliberately, pushed forward. The head of his cock slipped into my wetness, stretching me open. It was a tight, unfamiliar sensation, a mix of pressure and anticipation. He paused, letting me adjust, his eyes searching mine.
“Tight,” he breathed, a hint of wonder in his voice. “So tight.”
Then, with another slow, controlled push, he slid deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled me, stretching me wider, pushing past my resistance. I gasped, a sharp intake of breath as he breached the barrier, the unfamiliar fullness making me arch my back. It was deep, so deep, further than I thought possible, filling me completely.
He stopped moving, letting me get used to his presence inside me. I could feel his cock throbbing within, thick and hot, filling me in a way that felt both invasive and utterly, shatteringly intimate. It was wrong, so wrong, but in this moment, surrounded by the raw physicality of it, the wrongness was part of the thrill.
“How does that feel, Mom?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
“Full,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “So full.”
He started to move then, slowly at first, withdrawing almost completely, then pushing back in, each thrust deepening the connection between us. The friction was intense, the sensation overwhelming. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he set a rhythm, a slow, steady pounding that echoed the frantic beat of my heart.
With each thrust, the initial discomfort faded, replaced by a building pressure, a mounting heat. He was inside me, my son, moving in and out, and the reality of it, the sheer audacity of it, was almost as intoxicating as the physical sensations. My head swam, my thoughts blurring into a haze of lust and transgression.
He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, pushing me further and further into the realm of forbidden pleasure. I started to moan again, louder this time, unrestrained, my body arching to meet each thrust, urging him on. The world narrowed down to just the feel of him inside me, the rhythm of his body against mine, the raw, animal sounds escaping our lips. We were lost in it now, completely consumed by the act, by each other. The taboo was broken, the line crossed, and there was no turning back.
His movements were measured at first, each inch withdrawn and replunged sending ripples through my core. My breasts, freed from my bra, bounced softly with each thrust, the nipples brushing his chest as he leaned over me. I watched him, mesmerized, the sweat beading on his forehead, his jaw clenched with effort and pleasure.
“Does it feel good, Mom?” he grunted out between thrusts, his eyes locked on mine, a primal intensity burning there.
“Yes,” I gasped, the word catching in my throat. “Oh god, yes, Dan.” The truth of it, the absolute, shocking pleasure, erupted from me in that single word.
He took my affirmation as a fuel. The rhythm intensified. He started to pull out further, each withdrawal creating a delicious stretching sensation, before slamming back in, burying himself deep. My hips instinctively rose to meet each thrust, my hands gripping his back, digging into the taut muscles. The bed groaned beneath us, the sound a counterpoint to our ragged breaths.
“Tight… so fucking tight,” he repeated, almost to himself, his voice thick with arousal. He was breathing harder now, his chest heaving against mine.
The friction was becoming almost unbearable, a delightful agony that sent sparks flying through my nerves. My pussy felt exquisitely sensitive, wet and swollen around his cock. Each thrust was a wave of heat washing over me, building the pressure, spiraling me higher.
“Dan… faster,” I pleaded, my voice breathy and desperate. I needed more, craved more of this forbidden touch.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. His hands moved from my shoulders, one sliding down to cup my ass, squeezing and lifting me into his thrusts, while the other tangled in my hair, tilting my head back.
The sounds in the room intensified – our gasps and moans, the wet smacking of our bodies, the creak of the bedsprings. Every sensation was heightened, amplified by the sheer audacity of what we were doing. My vision started to tunnel, the only thing in focus was Dan’s face above me, contorted in pleasure and exertion, his eyes dark pools of desire.
He started to groan with each thrust now, a guttural sound that vibrated through me. “Mom… fuck, Mom…”
My own climax was building again, closer this time, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My breasts bounced wildly with each of his powerful thrusts, the sensitive nipples screaming for attention. I could feel the wetness between us, lubricating our frantic movements, the slickness a testament to my arousal.
“Oh, Dan, I’m… I’m going to…” I choked out, my body starting to tremble uncontrollably.
He must have felt it, because his movements became even more frantic, shorter, sharper thrusts, aimed right at the core of my pleasure. He leaned down, his mouth finding mine, kissing me fiercely, roughly, his tongue plunging deep into my mouth as he thrust into me with everything he had.
The world exploded. A wave of pure, white-hot pleasure ripped through me, tighter and more intense than before. I cried out, a long, keening sound that was a mix of pain and ecstasy. My body clenched around him, spasms wracking me, my muscles contracting and releasing in rapid succession. I felt him stiffen too, his own groan muffled against my lips.
He held himself inside me, throbbing and shuddering as his own release washed over him. We were both breathless, slick with sweat, our bodies glued together. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and the frantic beating of our hearts.
Slowly, gradually, the tremors subsided. He collapsed onto me, his weight heavy, but not unwelcome. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, my fingers digging into the damp skin of his back. We lay there for a long moment, still joined, the silence thick with unspoken words and the lingering echoes of our shared climax.
Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine again, still dark with passion, but now softened with something else… something akin to tenderness, maybe even regret. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to analyze it too closely right now. The messy, complicated reality of what we had done, what we were now, was starting to seep back in, pushing against the edges of the pleasure, threatening to shatter the fragile bubble we had created.
After he slid his cock out from me I sweated and panted, “I am drained after that.”
“You were great Mom,” he said putting his cock away and zipping up.
We both lay there, trying to catch our breath, the tension in the room palpable. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just had sex with my own son. The taboo nature of it all sent a shiver down my spine, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure it had brought me.
Dan got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, his muscular body on full display. I couldn’t help but admire him, even in the midst of the chaos of our actions. He was my son, yes, but he was also a man – a handsome, sexy, and confident man.
He came back a few minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. “Mom, I’m sorry,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.
I sat up, pulling the sheets up to cover myself. “Dan, it’s okay,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I’m not sorry.”
He looked at me, surprised. “You’re not?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not. It was… intense, incredible even. I can’t deny that.”
He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “It was, for me too.”
We sat there in silence for a few moments, lost in our own thoughts. I knew that what had happened between us was wrong, on so many levels. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a connection to Dan that I had never felt before.
“Mom, what does this mean?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I don’t know, Dan. I really don’t. But what I do know is that we can’t let this come between us. We’re still mother and son, and that’s something that will never change.”
He nodded, looking relieved. “I don’t want it to either, Mom. I love you too much for that.”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. “I love you too, Dan.”
We got dressed in silence, the weight of our actions hanging heavy in the air. As we made our way downstairs, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. I knew that what had happened between us was a secret that needed to be kept hidden, for both our sakes.
We sat down at the kitchen table, the silence between us deafening. I knew that we needed to talk about what had happened, but I didn’t know where to start.
“Mom, can we talk about what happened?” Dan asked, breaking the silence.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation that was to come. “Yes, we need to talk about it, Dan. It’s not something that we can just ignore.”
He nodded, looking down at his hands. “I know. I just… I don’t know what to say.”
I reached out, taking his hand in mine. “It’s okay, Dan. We’ll figure it out together.”
And with that, we began to talk – about the intensity of our actions, about the taboo nature of our relationship, and about the love that we shared as mother and son. It wasn’t an easy conversation, but it needed to be had.
As we sat there, talking and laughing, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace. Yes, what had happened between us was wrong, but at the same time, it had brought us closer together in a way that I never could have imagined.
And as I looked into Dan’s eyes, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together – as mother and son, and as lovers.