The bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting glow on the pages of Fifty Shades of Grey, the words blurring slightly as I surrendered to the guilty pleasure of Christian Grey’s dominance. I was nearing “The Red Room of Pain” chapter, the air thick with anticipation, a familiar heat blossoming in my core. My imagination, fueled by E.L. James’ prose, was painting vivid pictures when the insistent buzz of my phone shattered the illusion.
It lay innocently on the nightstand, vibrating like a trapped insect. A text from Daniel. My son. It was late, almost midnight, an odd hour for him to be messaging when his bedroom was a mere ten feet down the hall. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach as I unlocked the screen.
The message seared itself into my consciousness. “I so wish you were here with me, I want to ram my hard big 10 inches into your sweet cunt.” The words, crude and shockingly explicit, hung in the digital air between us. Below it, a selfie materialized, depicting him in stark relief. His hand clutched at an erection, the image undeniably confronting and… substantial. My breath hitched. The combination of the text and visuals left me reeling. The suggestive book I had been reading had already left me in a heightened state, and his… thing… amplified the effect, a shameful heat flooding my lower abdomen.
I dropped the phone as if it were a venomous snake. The bedside lamp, suddenly too bright, seemed to spotlight my transgression, my guilty pleasure, and now, this… this unimaginable horror. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence of the room.
My mind raced, desperately seeking an explanation, any explanation, besides the one screaming at me from the depths of my darkest fears. Hacked? A prank gone horribly wrong? Some kind of sick joke orchestrated by his friends? But the selfie… the selfie was undeniably Daniel. And the language… while shocking, it held a chilling familiarity, echoing phrases I’d unwittingly absorbed from the very book I’d been engrossed in moments before.
A wave of nausea washed over me. The image, branded onto my retina, refused to fade. Shame warred with a primal, instinctive response I couldn’t control. My body, still primed by the erotic narrative, reacted with disturbing, unwanted arousal. I pressed my hand to my stomach, trying to quell the churning turmoil.
The silence stretched, each second an eternity. I had to do something. Anything. Ignoring it wasn’t an option. Confronting him directly, immediately… felt too volatile, too raw. What if I misinterpreted everything? What if he was genuinely a victim?
My fingers trembled as I picked up the phone again, the weight of it suddenly monumental. I typed a shaky reply: “Daniel, is this you? Are you okay?”
I sent the message, my thumb hovering over the screen, ready to delete it, to retract it, to pretend it never happened. But it was too late. The words were out there, hanging in the digital void, waiting for a response that could shatter my world.
I watched the ellipsis appear and disappear, the little bubbles dancing a frantic jig of their own, mirroring the chaos within me. Each pause felt like a judgment, each absence of a reply a tacit confirmation of my worst fears.
Finally, the response came. A single word.
“Yes.”
Just “Yes.” No explanation, no apology, no denial. Just stark, brutal affirmation. The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. The air thinned, making it difficult to breathe. My vision blurred, the warm glow of the bedside lamp now feeling harsh and accusatory.
I needed to think. I needed to be logical. But logic seemed a foreign concept, lost in the tsunami of emotions crashing over me. Disgust, horror, confusion, fear… and, shamefully, a flicker of something else – a morbid curiosity, a dark, forbidden fascination.
I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut as if I could physically block out the image seared onto my mind. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t my life. My son… my sweet, innocent Daniel… capable of such… grotesqueness?
I opened my eyes again, the room swimming back into focus. I had to remain calm. Panicking wouldn’t help. I took a deep breath, then another, trying to steady my racing heart.
“Daniel,” I typed, my fingers still trembling, “We need to talk. Now.”
I waited, the silence in the room deafening. Every creak of the house, every slight rustle of the leaves outside the window, amplified in the oppressive stillness.
Minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity. Then, another message.
“About what?”
The nonchalance of the question sent a fresh wave of nausea washing over me. He was playing games. He was testing me. Or perhaps, chillingly, he genuinely didn’t understand the gravity of the situation.
“About the message you sent me,” I replied, my voice shaking even as I typed. “About the picture you sent me. We need to talk about what that was.”
“Omg so sorry, that was meant for my girlfriend Carol.”
The words swam on the screen, a pathetic, unbelievable excuse. My initial shock began to morph into a white-hot rage. Carol? He expected me to believe that preposterous lie? My son was reduced to a pathetic, lying teenager caught in his own web of hormones and stupidity. Deep down I wanted that dick buried in my snatch, no I shouldn’t think like that.
“Daniel,” I typed, my fingers now flying across the keyboard, fueled by adrenaline and fury, “Do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to believe that? That picture? That message? Meant for Carol? Please don’t insult my intelligence. Get in here. Now.”
I looked down at my nightie, I pulled it down a little stretching the neckline to show more cleavage, what am I doing? Was I hoping he’d notice my tits, why am I trying to seduce my son, after seeing his cock it made my cunt foam at the lips. Fuck my fanny was wet from the book and doubled by the image in my mind of his thick hard dick.
Knock, knock.
Deep breath, “come in.”
He walked into my room in just his boxers I couldn’t help but be fixated on his crotch.
He avoided my gaze, shuffling his feet on the carpet. He was taller than I remembered, his shoulders broader, the peach fuzz on his chin more pronounced. He looked less like my son and more like… a man. A dangerous, forbidden man.
“Mom, I…” He started, his voice cracking with a mixture of fear and something else I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Don’t,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Don’t you dare insult me with another lie? Just… just tell me why, Daniel. Why would you do something like that?”
He remained silent, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere over my shoulder. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. The faint scent of his body wash, a familiar comforting smell, now felt cloying and unsettling.
Finally, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” I repeated, incredulous. “You send me a sexually explicit text message and a picture of yourself… in that state… and you don’t know why?”
He shook his head, still refusing to meet my eyes. “It… It was a dare. From the guys.”
“A dare?” I scoffed. “So, your friends dared you to send your mother a picture of your erect penis? And you just went along with it?”
He flinched at my words, the colour draining from his face. “It was stupid, Mom. I know. I didn’t think… I just… I wanted to impress them.”
“Impress them?” The words echoed in my ears, each syllable a hammer blow to my heart. “By violating me? By making me feel… disgusting? Is that how you impress your friends, Daniel? Well, you did more than that you impressed me. The question is, do you know how to use it?”
“Mom, what… what are you saying?” he stammered, his voice barely audible as I patted inside the bed for him to come and join me. His face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning and walked over and got into my bed.
He climbed under the duvet hesitantly, perching on the edge of the mattress like a startled bird. He was so close now, the air between us thick with unspoken words and forbidden desires. My eyes traced the line of his jaw, the way his neck disappeared into the collar of his boxers. He was undeniably attractive, the raw, untamed virility of youth radiating from him. My gaze drifted lower, lingering on the outline of his thighs beneath the soft fabric of his boxers, imagining the taut muscles beneath.
“Daniel,” I said, softer now, the anger receding, replaced by a strange, trembling curiosity. “Why that dare? Why send that to me?”
He finally lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting mine, a swirl of confusion and something else… anticipation? They were darker than I remembered, almost black in the dim light. He licked his lips, a nervous gesture that sent a jolt of unexpected heat through me.
“I… I don’t know, Mom,” he repeated, his voice lower, huskier. “It just… seemed… exciting, I guess.”
Exciting? The word hung in the air, charged with a dangerous ambiguity. Was it the act of defiance that was exciting? The thrill of the forbidden? Or something else entirely?
My hand, as if with a will of its own, reached out and rested lightly on his thigh, just above the elastic of his boxers. The heat of his skin radiated through the thin cotton, a shocking intimacy. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away.
“Exciting for whom, Daniel?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, my thumb stroking idly over his warm flesh. I could feel the tremor in him now, mirroring the one that had taken root in my own body.
His breath hitched. His eyes dropped to my hand, then flickered back up to mine, filled with a mixture of fear and burgeoning desire.
“For… for them,” he mumbled, then his voice strengthened, a flicker of defiance in his tone. “And… maybe for me too.”
“And for me?” I breathed, the words escaping before I could stop them. My fingers tightened slightly, pressing deeper into his thigh. He was so warm, so solid beneath my touch. The faint scent of his skin, clean and musky, filled my nostrils, intoxicating and forbidden.
His gaze dropped to my neckline again, lingering there, drawn to the exposed skin, the gentle swell of my breasts hinted at beneath the lace of my nightie. I deliberately shifted, letting the fabric slide further off my shoulder, offering him a clearer view. My nipples hardened instantly, responding to the unspoken tension that crackled between us.
“Mom…” he breathed again, his voice thick with a newfound urgency. He shifted closer, closing the small gap between us. His hand rose, hovering hesitantly in the air, then slowly, tentatively, it reached out and rested on my breast, just above the lace edge of my nightie.
The contact was electric. My breath caught in my throat. His fingers were warm, slightly rough against my skin, sending shivers of sensation spiraling through me. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t caress, just rested his hand there, a possessive weight that both terrified and thrilled me.
“Daniel…” I began, but the words caught in my throat again. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form a coherent sentence. My mind was a maelstrom of conflicting emotions, a terrifying, exhilarating mix of disgust and desire.
His thumb started to move, tracing lazy circles just above my nipple, sending jolts of pure sensation through me. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch with a primal urgency that was impossible to ignore. My cunt was slick, throbbing with a desperate need that mirrored the pulsing ache in my breasts.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Mom,” he whispered, his voice husky and pleading, “Can I… can I touch you?”
The question, so simple, so loaded, hung between us. Could he? Should he? Did I even want him to stop?
My head was spinning, the room tilting around me. Logic, reason, morality – they were fading, dissolving in the heat that radiated from his body, from his touch.
“Yes,” I managed to gasp, the word a surrender, a transgression.
His hand moved then, bolder now, slipping beneath the lace edge of my nightie, cupping my breast fully, his fingers splaying across my skin, his thumb finding my hard nipple and teasing it relentlessly. A moan escaped my lips, involuntary, raw.
He squeezed gently, his touch tentative at first, then growing firmer, more confident as he felt my response. My back arched involuntarily, pressing my breast further into his palm, craving more, needing more.
His other hand joined the first, cupping my other breast, his thumbs working in rhythm, kneading, stroking, sending waves of pleasure washing over me. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, drowning in the forbidden thrill.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes burning into mine. “Mom,” he whispered again, his voice thick with need, “Can I… can I touch you… down there?”
My breath hitched. Down there. The words were explicit, raw, pushing us further into forbidden territory. My legs parted slightly of their own accord, a silent invitation. The heat between my thighs intensified, a burning ache that demanded relief.
“Yes,” I breathed again, the word barely audible this time, lost in the rising tide of desire.
His hand moved lower, tracing the curve of my waist, the flare of my hip, then dipping beneath the waistband of my pink panties. He found the soft mound of my pubic hair, the delicate flesh beneath, and hesitated for a moment, as if unsure.
Then, with a sudden boldness, his fingers slipped inside the elastic, finding the soft fabric of my panties, and began to rub. Slowly, deliberately, he massaged me through the silk, his fingers pressing into my swollen clit, eliciting a moan that tore from my throat.
“Oh, Daniel,” I gasped, my body convulsing with pleasure. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers of sensation shooting through me.
He increased the pressure, rubbing harder, faster now, his fingers finding the wetness that had soaked through my panties. He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated against my skin.
“You’re so wet, Mom,” he whispered, his voice husky with arousal. “So fucking wet.”
His words were crude, shocking, but they only fueled the fire within me. I wanted him to be crude, wanted him to be bold, wanted him to take me, to claim me.
He shifted again, kneeling on the bed now, straddling my hips. His hands moved to the sides of my panties, gripping the delicate fabric. He looked down at me, his eyes dark with desire, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“Can I… can I see you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
I looked up at him, lost in the haze of arousal, the forbidden desire consuming me. I nodded a small, barely perceptible movement, but enough for him to understand. He pulled the blanket away from us.
He gripped the sides of my panties, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he slid them down my thighs, revealing my naked cunt to his hungry gaze.
The bedside lamp cast a warm glow on my exposed flesh, highlighting the glistening wetness, the dark thatch of hair, and the swollen lips parted in anticipation. I watched his eyes widen, his breath catch in his throat as he took in the sight of my nakedness.
“Oh, Mom,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe and desire. “You’re so beautiful.”
He reached down, his fingers trembling slightly, and touched me, gently at first, then more firmly, parting my lips, exploring the swollen flesh, finding my clit again and rubbing it with exquisite tenderness.
“Bet you are hard, do you like mommy’s pussy,” I said as I was so turned on, what the hell was I doing.
His fingers circled my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. “Fuck yeah, mom. Your pussy is so wet and hot. Looks better than my girlfriends, I shouldn’t cheat on her but I know I want to fuck it so bad. C… Can I.”
“You sure that is what you want, you want to put your penis in the place you came from 18 years ago. What about your girlfriend honey,” I said as I had my hand on his thigh.
His fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through my body. “Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pressing his hard cock against my thigh. “I don’t care about her. I care about this. About you.”
“I shouldn’t be allowing this, but fuck it. Get on top of me,” I said as I fully laid down on the bed throwing the book to the floor.
Daniel’s eyes widened with excitement as he climbed on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my wet slit. He hesitated for a moment, looking down at me with a mix of desire and uncertainty.
“Are you sure, Mom?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. “We can still stop if you want.” I looked up at him, my heart racing with a dangerous mix of arousal and guilt. But the sight of his muscular body, his hard cock throbbing against me, overrode any lingering doubts.
“No,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist.”I want this. I want you.”
With a groan, Daniel thrust his hips forward, his thick cock sliding into my wet pussy. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my walls stretching to accommodate his size. He was bigger than I expected, filling me completely. “Fuck, Mom,” he moaned, his face contorting with pleasure.
Daniel began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he fucked me slowly at first, then faster, harder. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, deeper as if he wanted to bury himself inside me completely. I could feel every inch of him, every throb and pulse, as he plunged in and out of my wet heat.
“Yes, Daniel,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “Fuck me. Harder.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips.
“Ahh Mom you feel so good, love the hairy pussy,” he said slamming hard into my cunt.
“Oh fuck Daniel, your dick is so big and thick, it’s stretching my cunt so good,” I moaned as he slammed his hips into me, his balls slapping against my ass. “I love feeling you inside me, filling me up. Fuck me harder baby, make me scream.”
Daniel grunted, his face flushed with exertion and pleasure. He leaned down, capturing my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to pound into me. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.
“Yes, just like that,” I cried out, arching my back to push my breast further into his mouth. “Suck on Mommy’s tits while you fuck her.” He switched to my other breast, giving it the same treatment as he drove his cock deeper, harder, faster. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the wet, slapping noises of our bodies colliding.
Daniel’s hips moved with a frenzied rhythm, his thick cock plunging in and out of my soaked pussy. The sensation of his hard length stretching me open, filling me completely, was overwhelming. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he slammed into me, his balls hitting my ass with each powerful thrust.
“Yes, fuck me harder!” I screamed, my nails digging into his back, leaving red welts in their wake. “I want to feel you in my womb!”
Daniel groaned, his face buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning across my skin. “Oh God, Mom,” he panted, “Your pussy is so fucking tight. I’m gonna cum soon.”
“No… no… no, don’t you dare cum yet, please baby we haven’t been doing it for long,” I said panting watching between my legs he was going too fast and needed to slow down.
Daniel slowed his pace, his hips moving in a steady, deliberate rhythm. He lifted his head, his eyes locking with mine, a sheen of sweat on his brow. “Like this, Mom?” he asked, his voice husky.”Slower?”
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.”Yes, just like that. Let me feel every inch of you.” I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He obliged, his thrusts measured and controlled, each one a slow, deliberate slide in and out of my wet heat. The change in pace allowed me to savour the sensation, to feel the thick ridge of his cock head dragging along my inner walls, the gentle friction building a slow, intense pressure.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured, my hands roaming over his back, his shoulders, his chest.”Nice and slow. Let me enjoy your big, hard dick. It’s wrong but I could get used to this ahh yeah… I might become a free-use mom for you. How is that baby.”
Daniel groaned, his hips moving in a steady, deliberate rhythm. “Oh fuck, Mom,” he panted, “You want me to use you whenever I want? To fuck your tight pussy whenever I need to cum?”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of arousal and guilt. “Yes,” I breathed, my nails digging into his back.”I’m your personal fuck toy now. Your mommy’s cunt is always available for you.”
He let out a low growl, his pace picking up slightly. “Damn right, it is,” he said, his voice rough with desire.”I’m going to fuck you so much, Mom. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the middle of the night. Whenever I want, wherever I want. Even when you’re a fucking sleep, Unggh take it…”
Daniel’s words sent a thrill of excitement through me, a dark, forbidden desire that I couldn’t ignore. The thought of being his personal fuck toy, of him using me whenever he wanted, was incredibly arousing. I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock, my juices flowing freely as he continued to thrust into me.
“That’s right, baby,” I moaned, my hips moving in rhythm with his. “You can use me anytime, anywhere. My holes are yours. My mouth, my pussy, my ass… all for you.” He groaned loudly, his pace quickening. “Fuck, Mom, “he panted, “You’re so fucking dirty. I love it.”
I could feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm approaching rapidly. “Oh God, Daniel,” I cried out, my nails digging into his back. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop, please don’t stop. Oh, fuck you are going to make mommy squirt.” He didn’t stop.
Daniel’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming into mine with a force that shook the bed. “That’s it, Mom,” he panted, his face contorted with pleasure. “Cum for me. Squirt all over my big dick.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My body convulsed, my pussy clamping down on his cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls as I squirted, my juices gushing out around his thrusting dick.
“Yes, fuck, Mom!” Daniel groaned, his hips jerking erratically as he felt my pussy spasming around him.”Oh God, I’m gonna cum too. I’m gonna fill you up, fuck!”
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he ejaculated. Daniel’s body shuddered as he came, his hot seed shooting deep into my convulsing pussy. I could feel each pulse, each throb of his cock as he emptied himself inside me.
Daniel collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, his skin slick with sweat. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine, a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief in his gaze.
“Mom…” he began, his voice hoarse. “That was…I can’t believe we just did that. We just had sex, wow it was so good. My friends are going to…”
“NO… This stay’s between us you understand, otherwise, the free use is off the cards,” I said as he pulled his cock out of my used pussy.
Daniel nods a serious expression on his face “Yeah, of course, Mom. I won’t tell anyone. It’ll be our little secret.”
He rolls off of you, lying on his back beside you. His chest is still rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. After a moment, he turns his head to look at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
“So… does this mean I can use you whenever I want now?” He said putting his cock away.
“Yes, Daniel,” I breathed, my body still tingling from our shared climax. “You can use me whenever you want. I’m yours now.”
He grinned a look of satisfaction and possession on his face. “Good,” he said, reaching out to trail his fingers along my collarbone. “Because I’m going to take full advantage of that. Feels like I am dreaming, wow this is the best night ever.”