First legal drink. It sounded so… official. So adult. And maybe a little bit terrifying. I mean, Mom was buying. That was a whole new level of weird-but-cool.
The bar was buzzing, packed with tourists and the clatter of glasses. Mom, ever the pragmatist, had steered us away from the flashing, overpriced casinos and into a slightly more dive-y establishment just off the Strip. “Real Vegas,” she’d declared, winking. She ordered me a Jack and Coke because apparently, that’s what you do when you turn twenty-one. It tasted… sweet. Too sweet. But I choked it down, feeling the burn chase away some of the nervousness.
“So,” Mom said, swirling the ice in her gin and tonic, “officially legal, huh? Feel any different?”
I shrugged. “Not really. Just…aware that I can order this.”
She laughed, a light, melodic sound. “Trust me, the novelty wears off. But tonight, let’s enjoy it. What do you want to do?”
Roulette was next. Mom, surprisingly, was a natural. Laughing, she placed bets, raking in chips with a whoop. I mostly just watched, trying to figure out what was going on. Poker was even worse. Everyone looked so serious, so… intimidating. I folded every hand, feeling like a complete idiot.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mom said, patting my hand after I’d burned through my initial buy-in. “It’s just a game. Let’s go people-watch. That’s free entertainment.”
But the drinks kept coming, and the lights kept flashing, and slowly, the tension started to melt away. Mom and I were laughing, telling stories, just… hanging out. It was the most relaxed I’d felt around her in ages. She wasn’t just “Mom” tonight; she was… cool. We were equals, sharing a night of Vegas craziness.
Hours later, we stumbled back to our hotel, giggling like teenagers. “Hot tub time!” Mom declared, already tugging at the zipper of her little black dress.
The private hot tub on the balcony felt like a mirage. The city lights twinkled below, a breathtaking panorama of shimmering neon. The warm water swirled around us, easing my aching muscles and further blurring the edges of reality. We were both pretty drunk, the alcohol amplifying everything – the heat, the lights, the feeling of… something.
“You know,” Mom slurred, leaning back against the jets, her eyes sparkling in the reflected light, “I’m really proud of you, honey.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I mumbled, feeling a surge of affection. And then, without thinking, I reached out and hugged her.
It was a simple hug, a mother-son thing. Or at least, it started that way. But then I felt it – the soft curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the chlorine of the water. And… something else. A tightening in my groin that I couldn’t ignore.
I pulled back, my heart pounding. Mom’s eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her skin glowing in the moonlight.
“Sweetie,” she whispered, her voice thick with alcohol, “this is… wrong. But I wanna give my boy a good birthday to end on with a bang. A bang literally.”
But she didn’t move away. And I couldn’t either. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, a forbidden desire. I could feel the hardness of my cock pressing against her stomach through my swim trunks.
“Mom…” I said, my voice hoarse.
“Shhh,” she breathed, reaching up to cup my face. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. “We’re in Vegas,” she murmured, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “What happens in Vegas…”
And then she kissed me.
It was sloppy, clumsy, fueled by alcohol and years of suppressed feelings, maybe even some unresolved issues. But it was also… incredible. Her lips were soft, her tongue tentative at first, then bolder, hungrier. I kissed her back, my hands sliding down her arms, pulling her closer.
Her bikini top was soaked and offered little restraint, her breasts pushing against the thin fabric. I wanted to feel her skin, to taste her, to…
Reason, morality, all those lines blurred and vanished in the haze of lust and cheap tequila. This was my mom. But she was also a woman, a beautiful woman, and right now, she was kissing me like she wanted me. And God, I wanted her.
She broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I looked at her, my eyes searching hers. She was flushed, her pupils dilated.
“Are you sure?” I whispered, even though I knew I was way past the point of no return.
She didn’t answer, but her hand moved, finding my cock through my swim trunks. She squeezed, and I groaned, my body arching against hers.
“Vegas, baby,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
She pulled away slightly and reached down, untying the strings of my swim trunks. They slipped down my legs, leaving me exposed in the swirling water.
“Condom,” I managed to choke out, my brain finally registering some sense of responsibility.
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a jolt of pure lust through me. “Honey,” she said, “do you really think I carry those around? Don’t worry you can do it raw with me. I can’t have any more children.”
The lack of protection should have stopped me, should have made me think. But I was beyond thinking. I was driven by pure, raw desire.
I reached for her bikini bottom, my fingers fumbling with the knot. She helped me, and the fabric slid down her hips, revealing the soft curve of her mound.
I didn’t waste any time. I spread her legs apart and positioned myself between them. Her skin was slick with water, hot to the touch. I pushed inside her, slowly, carefully, feeling her tighten around me.
She gasped, her head falling back against the edge of the hot tub. I started to move, slowly at first, then faster, harder, the water splashing around us.
I wanted to feel every inch of her, wanted to drown in her. I lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around my waist, and stood up, pulling her with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on tight.
The city lights blurred behind her head as I fucked her against the side of the hot tub, the water sloshing with every thrust. She moaned, her nails digging into my back.
“Oh fuck, baby,” she gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. “You feel so good inside me.” Her words spurred me on, and I thrust harder, faster, the sound of our bodies slapping against the water echoing in the night air.
Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the cool night air contrasting sharply with the heat of our bodies. I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“Harder,” she moaned, her hips grinding against mine. “Fuck me harder, baby.”
I obliged, gripping her hips tightly, and pounding into her with a fierce intensity. The hot tub bubbled and churned around us, the water sloshing over the sides with our movements. My cock sliding in and out of my mother’s pussy felt so good.
Her inner walls clenched around me, squeezing my cock like a velvet fist. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure coiling at the base of my spine.
“I never thought I would be doing this for my 21st, oh fuck your pussy,” he moaned as he rutted hard up her pussy.
She gasped as he pounded into her, his words sending a surge of dirty pleasure through her. “Oh God, yes,” she moaned, her voice echoing off the hotel walls. “Fuck me, baby. Use me. I’m your birthday present.”
Her words seemed to unleash something primal in him. He gripped her hips harder, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slammed into her with a fierce, animalistic rhythm. The hot tub water churned and splashed around them, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the feel of their bodies joined together, the slick slide of his cock in and out of her wet pussy.
She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back. “I’m so close. Make me come, baby. Cum with me.”
I felt my mom’s pussy tightening around my cock as she got closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I continued to pound into her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
The sex was rough, desperate, fueled by alcohol and forbidden desire. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right.
Finally, we both climaxed, our bodies shuddering in unison. She squirted her juices which mixed with the water as I came, shooting thick globs up her cunt and kept pounding until I was empty. I collapsed against her, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
We stood there for a long moment, intertwined, the only sound the bubbling of the water. Then, slowly, we pulled apart.
Mom looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and… something else. Satisfaction? Regret? I couldn’t tell.
“Well,” she said, a forced smile on her face. “That was… something.”
I didn’t know what to say. What could I say?
She stepped out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, her voice suddenly cold.
“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” And with that, she turned and walked back inside, leaving me alone in the swirling water, the weight of what we had done crashing down on me. The glittering lights of the city now seemed mocking, painting the sky with their artificial promise. My first legal drink had led to something far more intoxicating, and far more dangerous, than I could have ever imagined.