“Hey, Carl,” Mom said, swirling her glass and glancing at me from over the rim. “Remember when you were convinced monsters were under your bed every night?”
I groaned, shaking my head. “Yes, and thanks for reminding me,” I said with a playful eye roll. “I swear, every time we have drinks together, you bring up all my childhood fears.”
She laughed, a warm, familiar sound. “I can’t help it. You were just so adorable, trembling in your little pyjamas,” she teased, nudging me. “I’d come in there with my imaginary broom and tell you I’d scared them all off.”
I laughed, looking down. “It worked, though. Somehow, knowing you’d done that… I guess I felt safer.”
Her face softened, her smile fading into something gentle. “You were my whole world, you know that?” she said quietly. “Still are.”
It caught me off guard. We weren’t usually this sentimental. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, well, I’m not that little boy anymore.”
She raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “Oh, trust me. I know.”
We both chuckled, but there was a thickness in the air, something neither of us said. It was strange, realizing that Mom saw me as more than just her kid now—as someone growing up, maybe even… growing away.
She lifted her glass, a bit unsteady from the wine. “Here’s to my grown-up son. Nineteen and acting like a man of the world already.”
I clinked my glass against hers. “And here’s to you, the coolest mom I know.”
“Only mom you know,” she shot back, laughing, and then took another sip.
There was a lull, and we both stared at the TV without really watching. It felt good, though, just sitting here together. But then she sighed, setting her glass down a bit heavily on the table.
“Maybe it’s the wine talking,” she said with a sheepish smile, “but sometimes I miss those days, you know? Tucking you in, reading your favourite story for the hundredth time.”
I nodded, feeling something tug in my chest. “I guess I miss them too. Sometimes.”
She gave a little laugh, more wistful this time. “Well, guess I’m not getting any younger,” she said with a hint of humour, brushing off what was left of her drink.
“Hey, you’re not that old!” I shot back. “Besides, who else can I hang out with like this and talk about old monster stories? No one else gets it.”
She chuckled and reached over, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “Guess so.”
As the movie droned on, I noticed her eyelids drooping a little, her hand resting on her glass. I poked her arm, laughing. “Mom, are you falling asleep? And here I thought you were the night owl in the family.”
“I can see that,” she said, her eyes glancing down at my crotch. “Been years since I have had… well, a man. I could do with a co… She stopped herself. Anyway, I think we have drunk too much; let’s go to bed, honey.”
“Could do with a what mom,” I asked as she looked flushed.
“Nothing… Let’s just get some sleep,” was she about to say she could do with some cock. I wish I could give her mine right now.
We went to bed, and I tossed and turned. I couldn’t get my mom out of my head. I got out of bed and went to go check on her.
I took a deep breath and entered my mom’s bedroom. She was fast asleep, and the covers were off. She lay there with her night ridden up; I could see her thong.
I slowly slide her nightie up to her tits; she has no bra on. I reach down and take a nipple in my mouth and give it a little suck. She was still fast asleep.
I looked down at her and noticed that she had a faint line of hair above her pussy. I didn’t mind; in fact, I found it hot. I slid her thong to the side and took in the scent of her pussy. She was already wet, and I could feel my cock twitching in anticipation.
I take out my cock and stroke it a few times before getting between her legs. I spat on my hand and lubed the head of my cock, and then slid it up her cunt. “Ah,” it felt so good as I sunk in deep inside moms vagina as I slowly started to pump in and out.
I slid in and out her hairy pussy looking down at her as her tits bounced. Trying not to wake her as I pumped my cock into her pussy.
The sensation was unbelievable; I couldn’t believe I was fucking my mom. Her pussy felt so good around me.
“Oh God,” I muttered as the bed creaked beneath us.
She opened her eyes, “Oh my… what the fuck, ahh ahh, you cant… you shouldn’t be fucking me. Ahhh, um, um. You should pull your dick out of me, oh fucking hell, Carl.”
I kept pumping away at her cunt, going full hard at her as I fucked her, “I know you don’t want me to stop fucking you. Ok, I’ll stop and take it out.”
As I slowly started to withdraw from her wet, hairy pussy, she groaned in frustration. I could see the disappointment on her face as my thick cock slid out of her.
“Oh, Carl,” she sighed heavily. “Don’t stop now.” She reached down and grabbed my ass, pulling me back into her eager cunt. “Fuck me like you mean it,” she demanded with a deep growl that made my cock twitch inside her tight pussy walls.
“I thought you told me to pull it out,” I teased, grinning down at her.
“I changed my mind,” she panted, her eyes glazed with lust as she thrust her hips up to meet my cock. “Don’t fucking stop now.”
I thrust myself back into her and started pumping away again at a steady pace, our bodies slapping together as we both moaned in pleasure.
“Oh God, Carl,” she moaned beneath me. “That feels so fucking good.”
As I thrust myself back into her, I could feel the warmth of her pussy enveloping my cock. The feeling was indescribable, and it only grew more intense as we continued to fuck.
“Oh, my pussy, mmm oh, that…” She moaned beneath me. “That feels so fucking good.” Her voice was thick with lust, and it only served to make my cock even harder inside her tight pussy walls.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came hard.
I grabbed onto her hips and began pumping into her faster and harder than before. She screamed in pleasure as I plunged myself deep inside of her, filling up every inch of that wet cunt with my thick cock.
I started to slow down. I wanted to keep going hard at it, but I didn’t want to blow my load so soon.
“Ahh, sweetie… why are you slowing down,” she panted, her voice husky and low. “Don’t you want to cum inside me?”
I looked down at her, my eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Fuck yes, I do,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips tighter. “But I want to make this last.”
She chuckled softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in my hair. “I’ll take whatever you’ve got to give me, Carl,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “Give it to me hard and fast and deep.”
“Yes, baby, yes,” she moaned, her head thrown back in pleasure.
And so I did. I started pumping into her again, my hips slapping against hers as our bodies crashed together. Sweat dripped down our skin, mixing with the musky scent of our sex. Her moans grew louder and more frequent, her fingers digging into my skin as she urged me on.
I could feel my climax building inside me, my balls drawing up tight against my body. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
“I’m gonna cum,” I grunted, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Cum inside me,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist.
And so I did. With one final, powerful thrust, I emptied myself inside of her, filling her up with my hot, sticky cum. She cried out in pleasure, her orgasm ripping through her body as I collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. A few slow pumps and the last few spurts shot inside her.
I slowly pulled out and laid down beside her.
“Now, I will not say I didn’t enjoy that; I needed it, but why? Why did you help yourself? I am your mom,” she said, her voice laced with confusion and disappointment.
I looked over at her, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. “I don’t know, Mom,” I said honestly. “I just couldn’t resist you. I was horny, sorry that’s a pathetic answer shit I… I am sorry.”
She adjusted her panties and pulled her nightie back down to cover her.
She sighed heavily, running a hand through her hair. “No, it’s not a pathetic answer,” she said softly. “I know I’ve been neglecting my needs lately. I just never thought it would come to this.”
I sat up, feeling a pang of guilt. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that,” I said, my voice low. “It was wrong of me.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s not that,” she said. “It was wrong, too, but I’m not upset. I’m upset because I let it happen. I should have stopped you. The truth is, I have been sex deprived, and you kind of helped me out.”