Mom helps out virgin son

Sarah pushed her hair back. It was Saturday. Cleaning day. Again. Her son, Leo, was 21 now. He still lived at home. Of course. He was a good kid, mostly. Quiet. He loved his computer.…

Would you bang your mom story

The vacuum cleaner hummed its dull, comforting song, a familiar drone that usually lulled me into a kind of mindful trance. Monday mornings, right? A fresh start. Or so you tell yourself. I was halfway…

Two brothers end up fucking there drunk mom

It was one of those Friday nights where the silence wraps around you like a wet towel—heavy, suffocating. The kind where the TV hums in the background, but you haven’t heard a word in hours.…

Sharing a hotel bed with mom

Exhausted after an all-day drive, Mom and I finally reached the hotel just after 9 PM on Tuesday night. We were both desperate for some personal space, but it turned out the universe had other…

Emotional son let down on valentines day

I’d just stepped out of the shower, the steam still clinging to my skin, and wrapped a towel tightly around myself—maybe a little too tightly. It pushed my chest up more than I’d meant, but…

The lonely night with my son

I’d spent too long on my hair. Too long staring at the mirror, pulling the soft black curls into place, smoothing them down just so. The dress—I didn’t even hesitate. The little black one, the…

Son tickles me to cheer me up turns to sex

I was a lump on the sofa, the remote control a foreign object abandoned beside me. The muted glow of the television illuminated the dusty corners of the living room, but my gaze was fixed…

Mistaken Identify with my mom

It was a warm summer evening, and the family was gathered in our living room for a party. I was 18 years old, feeling both excited and nervous about the night ahead. As I looked…

Trying to tame my son goes wrong and intimate

The knock came at dawn—not a knock, really, but a hammering, like someone was trying to break the door down. I stumbled out of bed, my bare feet flinching against the cold hardwood. The hallway…

My sons first time with me

“No!” I shrieked, instinctively arching my back away from him, a wave of drunken giggles bubbling up. “Stop it, honestly, haha, you… haha, you know I’m terribly ticklish!” He had me pinned down on the…

Sharing hotel bed with mum

The windscreen wipers smeared the lashing rain across the glass, turning the familiar landscape into an Impressionist blur. It was well past nine in the evening, and the promised two-and-a-half-hour drive home from Gran’s had…