I’ve had an unquenchable want for release lately. It has been months since my spouse, John, touched me. It’s undeniable that I’ve gained a few additional curves in recent years. My body, which was formerly slim, has grown more voluptuous. My son, Mark, was the one man I should have avoided, yet in my hopelessness, I found myself pulled to him. His body, shaped by youth and heredity, is tall and slender. I can’t help but picture his nude, erotic appearance. One day, my curiosity overcame me, and I discovered the truth.
It was Friday night, and Mark came home from work and into the living room, where I was drinking wine.
“Hey, Mom, no dad again, I see,” he said, a hint of sympathy in his voice.
“Yeah,” I replied, swirling the wine in my glass. “He’s been working late a lot lately.”
He walks into the kitchen, grabs a beer from the fridge, returns to the couch, and sits beside me.
“Love the nightie mom. Is it new it suits you,” he said, staring at my chest. His eyes lingered on my cleavage, which was accentuated by the low-cut nightgown I was wearing.
“Thanks, Mark,” I said softly. “I just picked it up from the store today.”
“Shouldn’t you be out enjoying yourself with that new girl you met the other week,” I said, trying to shift the focus away from me.
“Nah, she’s not really my type,” he smirked. “Besides, we broke up. Let’s say she couldn’t handle me.”
“W-what do you mean, Mark?” I was curious. He wasn’t the childish type, so it can’t be that.
“Trust me, Mom, you don’t want to know it is embarrassing,” Mark said, his eyes sliding down to my chest again. I could feel my face flush with warmth, and I knew he had noticed it.
“Oh, come on now, Mark,” I said softly, trying to play it off as a joke. “You can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
He laughed softly and looked back up at me, his eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he spoke again. “Alright then, Mom,” he said with a wicked grin. “I’ll tell you what happened if you promise not to freak out.”
“I promise,” I said, my curiosity piqued. What on earth could have happened with his ex-girlfriend that was so embarrassing?
“Well, let’s just say I was too big for her if you know what I mean,” his cheeks went red after he said that.
“Too big, I don’t get… oh,” I blushed furiously. “I never… I didn’t realize… how big is big, exactly?” My face burned as I tried to navigate the conversation with a hint of humour, hoping he wouldn’t catch on. I would never have thought my son was endowed.
“I don’t know. I feel weird talking about how big my penis is to my mom, ok it’s well over 8 inches; tell a lie over 9 inches.” He looked away, clearly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.
“What….” I was shocked, “Honey, are you winding me up.”
“I wish I were,” he sighed, running his hands through his tousled hair. “I don’t know why I just blurted it out like that. But it’s true. And now you know.”
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” I said softly, trying to make him feel better. “I appreciate your honesty.” My heart raced as I thought about what he had just revealed. The image of his massive cock was seared into my mind’s eye, and I couldn’t help but feel aroused by the thought of it.
I shifted nervously on the couch, trying to hide my growing arousal. “So, do you have any plans for the rest of the night?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not really,” Mark said, swirling his beer. “I was just going to watch TV and go to bed.”
“Well, I was thinking of watching a movie,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You’re welcome to join me if you want.”
“Sure, that sounds fun,” Mark said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
I went to the DVD shelf and picked a romantic comedy. I didn’t want anything too heavy or intense. We settled on the couch, and I handed Mark a blanket.
As we watched the movie, I couldn’t help but feel a growing tension between us. I kept looking at his crotch; I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself. I wondered if what he said was true.
Later that night, we were into the 3rd movie, Friday the 13th. I was on my 2nd bottle of wine. There was a sex scene where two of the camp counsellors were having sex. I looked at his crotch, and my eyes widened as I saw the outline of his long shaft; shit, he was telling the truth.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My heart raced, and my face grew hot. I looked away, trying to compose myself. But I couldn’t help but steal glances throughout the rest of the movie.
I glanced over at Mark. He seemed focused on the movie, unaware of my growing fascination with him. I couldn’t stop thinking about his size. I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside of me. I shook my head, trying to clear the thought. I couldn’t believe I was having such thoughts about my own son.
As the movie ended, I stood up, feeling slightly shaky from the wine. “Well, I’m going to bed,” I announced.
“Alright, goodnight, Mom,” Mark said, standing up as well. “Think I am off to bed, too.”
I went to the toilet first; after using the toilet, I washed my hands and headed to bed.
I walked towards my bedroom, but I hesitated as I passed by Mark’s room. I couldn’t stop thinking about his size. I needed to know if it was true. I turned around and walked towards his door.
I knocked softly. “Mark, can I come in?” I asked.
“Sure, Mom, what’s up?” he asked, opening the door.
I stepped inside, feeling nervous. “Mark, I need to ask you something,” I said, looking down at the ground.
“What is it, Mom?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
“Mark, I know this is going to sound weird, but I need to know if what you said earlier is true,” I said, looking up at him.
“What do you mean?” he asked, his face flushing.
“Mark, I saw it when we watched the movie, and the sex scene came on. I know you were telling the truth about your size,” I said, embarrassed.
“Oh, that,” he said, looking down at the ground. “Yeah, it’s true.”
“Can I see it?” I asked, feeling even more embarrassed.
“What?” he asked, looking up at me in shock.
“Mark, I need to know,” I said, looking him in the eyes.
He hesitated for a moment before nodding. He undid his pants and pulled them down, revealing his massive cock. I gasped as I saw it. It was even bigger than I had imagined.
“Oh my god, Mark,” I said, feeling shock and arousal.
“Mom, I’m sorry,” he said, quickly pulling his pants back up.
“No, Mark, it’s okay,” I said, stepping towards him. “I just needed to know.”
I reached out and touched his cock through his pants. He gasped as I did. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I was touching my own son’s cock.
“Sorry, what am I doing,” I sit on his bed with my head in my hands.
“Mom, are you okay?” Mark asks, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Mark. I don’t know what came over me,” I replied, still hiding my face.
He sat down beside me on the bed. “It’s okay, Mom. I understand,” he said, his voice soft and comforting.
I looked up at him, feeling a mix of emotions. “I just… I’ve been feeling so lonely and neglected lately. Your dad and I are growing apart. He, well, you know, hasn’t touched me in a very long while.” I explained, trying to justify my actions.
“I didn’t realize, Mom,” Mark said, looking down at his hands.
“I know you didn’t, honey. It’s not your fault,” I replied.
“I guess I just… I missed being touched. I missed feeling desired,” I whispered.
“You deserve to feel desired, Mom,” Mark said, looking up at me.
“But not by you, Mark; I am a fat, ugly woman,” I said, shaking my head with a tear down my face.
“Mom, please don’t say that,” Mark said, looking at me with concern. “You’re not fat or ugly. You’re beautiful, and I think you’re sexy.”
I looked at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” he said, taking my hand. “I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Mom. You got a great body, and sorry to say this, banging big tits.”
“I’ve never thought of myself in that way,” I told him.
He squeezed my hand. “You should. You are so beautiful, Mom,” he said.
I looked at him then, noticing his height, strong jaw, and muscular shoulders. “You’ve grown up to be very handsome,” I said honestly.
He smirked. “Takes after his mom, I guess.”
I laughed, feeling much better. “I feel like a weight has lifted off my shoulders,” I said.
Mark smiled. “I’m glad, Mom,” he said, his hand on my bare thigh.
“I’m glad you feel better, Mom,” Mark said, gently squeezing my thigh. I want you to be happy.”
I looked at him, and our eyes met. “I want to be happy too,” I said.
“I know,” he said, his hand still on my thigh. “And I think I can help you with that.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine. “How?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“What if we helped each other out, Mom?” Mark suggested.
I looked at him, surprised. “You mean…?” I trailed off.
“Yeah, I mean,” he said, his hand moving up my thigh. “We could, you know, help each other out. It could be our little secret.”
I hesitated. This was wrong on so many levels. But I couldn’t deny the ache between my legs.
“I don’t know, Mark,” I said, biting my lip. “This is wrong, isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” he said, leaning in closer. “But sometimes, wrong can feel so right.”
He laid me on his bed and lifted my nightie, and I froze. He slid his fingers into the side of my panties and pulled them to the side.
“What you doing, Mark?” I was shocked, watching my son in full view of his mother’s puffy pussy.
“Shh, Mom, just relax,” Mark whispered.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I felt his fingers touch my pussy, and I gasped softly.
Mark’s fingers traced circles around my clit, causing me to moan in pleasure. “Mark, oh god,” I cried out, feeling his mouth on my pussy. His tongue lapped at my clit, and I felt the intense pleasure surge through me.
“You like that, Mom?” Mark asked with a wicked grin as he looked up at me from between my legs. My heart raced, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach as he continued to work his magic on me. I knew what was coming next; it was inevitable.
“Mark,” I moaned as he began to rub circles around my clit. “Oh god.”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. My son was touching me in the most intimate way possible. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this, and it felt so good.
I moaned as I felt his mouth on my pussy as he sucked on my labia, and then suddenly, his tongue was lapping at my clit. He was eating me out with such passion that I thought I might climax from it alone.
“Oh, Mark,” I cried out as the intense pleasure surged through me. “You’re making me feel so good.”
He looked up at me, his face flushed with arousal. “I’m just getting started, Mom,” he said, a wicked grin on his face.
He took out his massive cock, which was now throbbing and fucking huge when hard.
“No, you can’t put your… in… me,” I said, shocked by the size. Sweetie, I can’t take that. It’s… its… too big.”
“Don’t worry, Mom,” Mark said softly. “I promise I’ll go slow.”
He positioned himself between my legs and began to rub his cock against my pussy lips. The sensation was intense, and I gasped as he slowly pushed inside of me, his engorged head parting my labia.
It felt like a hot poker sliding into me; it hurt at first, but then something shifted inside of me, and suddenly it felt good – really good – so good that I couldn’t help myself anymore; all thoughts about right or wrong disappeared from my mind as he thrust deeper into me.
He thrust deeper into me, filling me up, stretching my walls, making me feel things I never thought possible. “Ohhhh,” I moaned as he rammed his cock inside of me.
I looked up at him; our eyes locked as he pumped in and out of my cunt with such force that it nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. His intense gaze bore into mine while he continued to plunge himself deep within me – again and again – causing pleasure to radiate through every inch of my body like a tidal wave washing over me. It was overwhelming; it was too much; but it also felt so fucking good that I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more – craving more.
He was gentle, but there was no denying the power behind his movements. As he thrust into me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body responded to him in ways I never thought possible. It was as if he were awakening something deep within me that had been dormant for far too long.
I gasped, “Oh God, Mark,” as he thrust into me with growing intensity. “It feels so fucking good.”
Mark looked down at me with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction on his face; it seemed my words only fueled his desire because now he was moving faster and harder than before. He was slamming into my pussy with such force that it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my being. My hands grabbed onto his back as I wrapped my legs around his waist while he pumped his big cock in and out of my neglected cunt.
“Oh Ahh ahhh harder, Mmmm, Mark,” I moaned again as he continued to pound into me with an intensity that took my breath away. “Don’t stop.”
“Maybe I should stop, ahhh shit… this ain’t right,” he muttered nervously as he slowed down.
“No, don’t stop,” I begged him, pulling him back towards me. “I need this, Mark. I need you inside me right now.” My voice wavered with desperation and lust. “Honest to God it’s okay.”
He looked deep into my eyes; those brown orbs filled with conflict and hesitation reflected the dim light from the bedside lamp. But then something in my gaze must have convinced him because he started moving again slowly at first but then his rhythm picked up pace rapidly like an uncontrollable beast awakened from its slumber- hungry for more flesh to devour on its relentless path of destruction and pleasure alike!
“Ahhh, baby…. mmmm yes,” he then pushed it to the back of my pussy.
“Oh god, Mark!” I cried out as he filled me hard and deep. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have him inside of me. His cock was massive, stretching my pussy in ways I never thought possible. The feeling of him sliding in and out was overwhelmingly pleasurable, making me gasp for air with each thrust.
Mark began to move faster, his hips bucking wildly as he plunged his massive cock deeper into my wet, aching pussy. My body trembled beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me like a tidal wave crashing against the shoreline. My nails dug into his back desperately, urging him on with every ounce of strength left within me. The sounds escaping from both our mouths were primal and raw – grunts and moans intermingling together like two animals rutting in heat-driven passion under the moonlit sky above us on that fateful night when everything changed forever between us…
Mark’s body tensed as he plunged himself deep inside of me, his cock hitting my G-spot with each powerful thrust. I felt my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around him as I gasped for breath.
“Mark, I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my voice hoarse with pleasure.
Mark groaned in response, his hips pistoning faster as he chased his release. I could feel him swell inside of me, his cock twitching as he neared the edge.
“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “Cum inside me.”
“Oh fuck, Mom, your cunt feels so fucking good,” he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “I don’t want to cum yet, I want to make it last.”
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmured, running my fingers through his hair. “We have all night. Take your time.”
Mark slowed down his pace, savouring the feeling of my pussy wrapped around his cock. He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he continued to thrust into me, each movement deliberate and measured.
“Mmmm that’s so good, ah fuck we really shouldn’t be fucking… ahhhh ahhh harder,” I moaned looking down between my legs and seeing his meaty veiny stick sliding in and out of me.
“Do you like having your cock in mommy’s wet fuck hole ah fuck baby,” I moaned and I can’t believe I said that to him.
Mark looked up at me with a mixture of shock and lust in his eyes. “Yeah, Mom, I fucking love it,” he groaned as he thrust into me harder than before. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, adding to the sensual atmosphere that had grown between us.
“Oh God, yes!” I cried out as his cock hit my G-spot again and again. The pleasure was building inside of me like an unstoppable tidal wave ready to crash down on top of me at any moment now – washing over every inch of my being until there was nothing left but pure blissful ecstasy coursing through my veins…
His cock swelled even larger inside of me, stretching my pussy further than it had ever been stretched before in its life – filling every last nook and cranny until there was no room left for anything else but pure unadulterated pleasure.
He groaned in response, his thrusts becoming even more urgent and primal. I could feel him swelling inside of me, and I knew he was close too.
“UNGH,” he went faster and faster my cunt ached with his huge cock pumping in and out of my old pussy.
With one final, powerful thrust, I felt myself shatter. Pleasure exploded through me like a supernova, radiating outward from my core and spreading to every inch of my body. I cried out, my voice mingling with Mark’s grunts and moans as we reached our climax together.
Mark collapsed on top of me, his breathing laboured and ragged. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as we both came down from our high. The feeling of his weight on top of me was comforting, and I never wanted it to end.
But eventually, he rolled off of me, and we lay side by side on the bed, our limbs entwined. We said nothing for a long time, both lost in our thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” Mark said finally, breaking the silence.
“What for?” I asked, turning to look at him.
“For what we just did,” he replied, looking away.
“Don’t be,” I said, taking his hand. “It was amazing.”
He looked at me, surprise and gratitude etched on his face. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” I said, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips.
We lay there in silence for a while longer, basking in the afterglow of our illicit encounter. And as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in my son’s arms, I knew that everything had changed between us.
But despite the guilt and shame that I knew would come with the morning light, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pleasure and desire that I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. And for that, I was grateful.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside Mark’s bedroom window. I slowly opened my eyes and turned to look at him, expecting to feel guilt and regret for what had happened the night before. But as I looked at him sleeping peacefully beside me, all I felt was warmth and affection.
I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him, and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and fulfilment. My body felt alive and energized, and my pussy was still tender from the night before.
As I went about my morning routine, I couldn’t help but think about what had happened between Mark and me. I knew it was wrong, that it was something that should never have happened. But I couldn’t deny the pleasure and desire that had coursed through my veins as he thrust in and out of me, filling me up in a way that my husband never had.
Over the next few days, Mark and I avoided talking about what had happened between us. We went about our daily routines, pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. But now and then, I would catch him looking at me with a knowing smile on his face, and I would feel a flush of heat rise to my cheeks.
A few weeks later, John and I were sitting in the living room, watching television, when he turned to me and said, “I think we need to talk.”
I felt my heart sink; I knew what was coming. “Okay,” I said, trying to sound calm.
He took a deep breath, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately about our relationship, and I think we need to make some changes.”
“What kind of changes?” I asked, feeling my throat go dry.
“I think we need to spend more time together, to reconnect. I’ve been so focused on work lately that I’ve neglected you, and I’m sorry.”
I looked at him in surprise; this wasn’t what I had expected. “I’ve been thinking the same thing,” I said, meaning it.
John smiled, “I’m glad. I love you, and I want us to be happy.”
“I love you too,” I replied, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
From that day on, things between John and me changed for the better. He made more of an effort to spend time with me, and we reconnected in a way that I hadn’t thought possible. As I lay in bed next to him at night, I felt a sense of contentment and happiness that I had been missing for so long.
But there was still a part of me that couldn’t forget what had happened with Mark. I knew it was wrong, that I should never have let things go as far as they did. But I couldn’t deny the fact that it had awakened something within me – a desire and pleasure that I had never known before.
As time went on, I started to realize that what happened with Mark was a mistake, but it was one that I couldn’t take back. I decided to focus on my marriage and my relationship with my husband and to do everything in my power to make it work. As I looked at my husband sleeping peacefully next to me, I felt a sense of love and gratitude that I had once thought was lost forever.
But even still, now and then, I would find myself thinking about Mark and that night we shared – the pleasure and desire coursing through my veins as he thrust in and out of me, making me feel alive and desirable in a way that I never had before. And I knew that there would always be a small part of me that remembered that night, that desire, and that pleasure – no matter how hard I tried to forget.