The alarm blared, and I jumped out of bed. My nice blue skirt felt a bit tight as I pulled it on. I buttoned my plain white shirt, but the top two buttons were missing. I didn’t have time to fix it right now. We were already running so late! I needed to hurry.
I stomped down the hallway, my steps loud on the wooden floor. Each step felt heavy with my rush. I needed to find Craig. When I got to his bedroom door, I pushed it open without knocking. He was still not ready.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying very hard not to shout. My voice was tight. “We’re going to be late for your Aunt’s wedding!”
Craig was sitting on his bed. He only had his boxer shorts on. He was holding his head in his hands. He looked so pale and sick. I let out a big sigh.
“I have a really bad headache, Mom,” he mumbled. His voice was weak and full of pain.
My anger quickly went away, replaced by a sudden worry. “Oh, honey,” I said, my voice softening. “Alright, wait here. I’ll go get you some pain pills.”
I left his room quickly and went to the kitchen. I opened the tall cabinet above the counter. It was a bit dark inside. I reached way up high, stretching my fingers as far as they could go. I didn’t look at the bottles, I just grabbed a small one from the very back. I quickly popped open the lid and shook out two white pills. I put them in a glass of water from the sink.
I hurried back to Craig’s room. “Here,” I said, giving him the pills and water. “Take these. Hopefully, when I come back in a few minutes, your head will feel better, and you better be dressed!” I really hoped this would fix everything and we could finally leave.
About ten minutes later, I went back to his room. I pushed open his door. “Are you ready now?” I asked, expecting to see him dressed.
But as soon as I walked in, Craig quickly pulled his hands over his crotch. He stared at me, his face turning a very bright red. “You’re still not dressed!” I said, feeling annoyed again. “How’s your head?”
“I don’t know what you gave me, Mom,” he said slowly. He looked down at his lap, deeply embarrassed. “But… it’s kind of awkward.”
He slowly moved his hand. My eyes dropped to his boxer shorts. My jaw dropped too. There was a giant lump, like a big “tent” sticking straight out from his front. It was very, very clear what was going on.
“Sw-sweetie,” I stammered. My heart started to beat very fast, like a drum. “Oh my goodness… I… I gave you… pain pills. Wait!”
My mind raced. A terrible feeling washed over me. I spun around and ran back to the kitchen cabinet where I got the pills. My hands shook as I grabbed the bottle again. I held it up to the light and looked at the label.
My eyes got wide, wider than ever. A cold sweat popped out on my forehead. The words on the bottle jumped out at me. It said clearly: “Viagra – For Erectile Dysfunction.” And underneath, in tiny, tiny letters: “Keep out of reach of children.” Or, in this case, my teenage son.
My head felt swimmy, like the room was spinning. “Oh no, oh no, oh NO!” I whispered, my voice barely a sound. Then it came out louder, a choked cry. I must have grabbed my husband’s pills! He keeps them way in the back, where I never look. My face felt burning hot, bright red with shame. This wasn’t just awkward. This was a total, complete disaster.
I ran back to Craig’s room. My heart thumped hard and fast, like a drum solo in my chest. He was still sitting there, looking completely shocked and red-faced. His hand was still trying to hide the huge bulge in his boxers, but it was no use. His headache, it seemed, was totally forgotten. He had a much bigger, more obvious problem now.
“Sweetie,” I choked out, trying so hard to sound calm, but my voice shook badly. “Honey, I… I made a terrible mistake.” I held up the Viagra bottle. My hand was shaking so much that the bottle rattled.
Craig’s eyes had been narrow with pain before. Now they got huge, full of horror, when he saw the label. “Mom!” he squeaked, his voice high and full of shock. “Are you serious?!”
“Have you tried to, you know, sort of… help yourself?” I asked, barely able to say the words. It was my son! Oh God, this was all completely my fault.
“YES!” he almost yelled, his voice strained. “I tried, and my arm started hurting! What am I going to do?!” He looked very tense and upset, and he had every right to be.
I started walking around his room, back and forth, back and forth, looking at the big lump straining his boxers. “Okay, think,” I said to myself, pacing faster. “Look, this is my fault. I caused this. We need to fix it.” I stopped pacing and took a deep breath. “Oh God, I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but… let me try.”
I slowly got down on my knees in front of him. He stood up, looking down at me with wide, horrified eyes. His voice was a strained whisper, filled with a mix of horror, disbelief, and something like a plea. “Mom… no. Absolutely not. That’s… that’s just… no.” He took a quick step back, and the big bulge shifted. He winced slightly, looking even more uncomfortable.
I looked up at him from the floor. My own cheeks felt hot and red. The whole situation was so crazy, it was almost comical, if it wasn’t so completely awful and embarrassing. “Craig, honey, I know it sounds… insane,” I started, trying to keep my voice steady and calm. “But this isn’t going to go away by itself! And we have to go to Aunt Carol’s wedding soon. So please, just take it out for me, and let me try.”
He pulled his boxers down and it sprang out really hard hitting is stomach. OH fuck, it was hugs and looked painfully rock hard as a rock. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and slowly pumped him.
Craig let out a gasp, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “Mom, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
I continued to stroke him gently, trying to ignore the awkwardness of the situation. “I’m trying to help you, honey,” I replied, my voice steady despite the embarrassment I felt. “We need to get this… issue under control before we go to the wedding.”
Craig groaned softly as I increased the pressure and speed of my strokes. His face was flushed, and his breathing became more rapid. “I… I don’t know if this is such a good idea,” he stammered, but there was a hint of desire in his voice now.
I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. “Trust me, Craig. I know what I’m doing.” With that, I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head.
Craig let out a strangled cry, his hands instinctively reaching for my hair. I could feel his hips thrusting gently, urging me on. I took him deeper into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, my hand still pumping the base of his shaft. It was no use he was no way near in cumin.
“I don’t know what else we could do to get rid of it,” I said as he stared at my legs. “Fuck, I didn’t wanna do this but… there is one way any guy can you know cum.” My hands shaking as I pulled my skirt up and took off my knickers. I bent over the bed with my palms flat. I looked over my shoulder at him, “Come on… you have a girlfriend you know what to do with it.”
Craig stared at me, his face a complex mask of shock, disbelief, and a primal, undeniable flicker of desire. His eyes, wide before, widened even further to encompass my bare bottom presented to him. He swallowed hard, a visible gulp in his throat, and his rock-hard cock twitched, glistening slightly.
“Mom… I…” he stammered, his voice choked, but his gaze was fixed.
“Just… just do it, Craig,” I urged, my voice surprisingly steady despite the rapid drumming of my heart against my ribs. The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with unspoken tension and desperate need. “We don’t have time. It’s the only way.”
He took a hesitant step forward, then another. I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he positioned himself behind me. My muscles tensed, a mix of apprehension and a strange, burgeoning anticipation coiling in my gut. He reached out, his hand tentatively touching my hip, then tracing the curve of my buttock. I shivered, a small involuntary gasp escaping my lips.
Then, with a low groan that sounded more animal than human, Craig pushed forward. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance, slick and hot. He nudged, a moment of friction, and then with a deep, shaky breath, he drove in.
“A-ahh!” I cried out, my back arching violently as he filled me. He was so incredibly full, stretching me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. My nails dug into the duvet as he pushed deeper, the thick shaft sliding past my folded legs, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, Mom!” he gasped, his voice raw, his hips already starting to move with a tentative push.
I looked over my shoulder, my hair falling across my face, eyes wide and glazed. His face was flushed crimson, jaw clenched, eyes closed in what looked like a mixture of pain and intense pleasure. “Ahh, that’s it, Craig,” I exhaled, my voice breathy. “Fuck… fuck Mummy’s pussy.”
He opened his eyes, meeting mine, and a jolt of something electric passed between us. The hesitation vanished from his movements, replaced by a more confident, urgent rhythm. He pulled back almost entirely, then surged forward again, ramming into me with a force that lifted my hips slightly from the bed.
Slap! Slap! The sound of my ass cheeks smacking against his hips filled the room, a wet, rhythmic beat that underscored his increasingly frantic thrusts.
“Oh god, Craig, yes!” I moaned, my voice getting louder, more unrestrained. I looked over my shoulder again, watching his hips pump against me, seeing the thick column of his cock disappear and reappear between my spread legs. It was an incredibly arousing sight, primal and raw. “Faster, honey, faster! Ahh, just like that!”
He obeyed, his breathing ragged, grunts escaping his lips with each powerful stroke. He was moving with a desperate hunger, his cock a hot, relentless piston inside me. My pussy gripped him tightly, milking him with every withdrawal, sucking him back in on every forward thrust. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding were shockingly loud, a testament to the raw intensity building between us.
“Ahh, fuck Mummy’s pussy, Craig,” I repeated, my hips instinctively grinding back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. My focus narrowed to the sensations, the deep, fulfilling pressure, the delicious stretch, the way his balls slapped against my ass every time he buried himself deep. It was rough, just as I’d said, and the unexpected pleasure was overwhelming.
His hand reached around, gripping my hip bone, fingers digging in as he angled himself, finding new depths, new angles of excruciating pleasure. He was lost in the moment, completely taken over by the Viagra’s insistent demand and the sudden, forbidden opportunity.
“You like that, Mom?” he choked out, his voice thick with arousal, his hips slamming into me again with a thud.
“Yes! Oh god, yes, Craig! Don’t stop!” I cried, my voice almost a scream. My body was trembling, on the precipice, the pressure building to an unbearable peak within me. I squeezed my eyes shut, rocking back and forth, completely abandoning any pretense of control. “That’s it… that’s it… god, you feel so good… ahhh!”
He continued to pound into me, the slap-slap of skin against skin echoing, his grunts turning into guttural roars. I looked over my shoulder one last time, seeing his face contorted in a powerful release, his eyes wide and unfocused as his body tensed, and he let out a final, raw cry.
“Oh, Mom! I’m… I’m c-coming!” he yelled, burying himself deep, deep inside me.
I felt the hot gush of his release, a wave of liquid fire filling me, and with a final shuddering moan, my own body convulsed around him, the unexpected pleasure washing over me in dizzying waves. My knees buckled slightly, but his firm grip on my hips kept me steady. We stayed there, breathing heavily, the incredible, scandalous act slowly fading from its frantic peak into a warm, lingering afterglow.
After he pulled out and pulled his boxers up, he smirked as he watched with an hunger in him. He watched my pull my knickers up and cover my mound. He eventually got ready and we was already late for the wedding. Through out the ceremony I felt weird knowing I was sat there with his cum floating in my pussy. He then whispered in to my ear, “Should I take two more when we get back in.”
I blushed and felt embarrassed but I whispered back, “Maybe we will see.”