I never knew a simple game could turn into such an intense experience. My husband, Mark, and I had been married for 30 years and we were always looking for new ways to spice up our love life. One night, he suggested we try a blindfolded bondage session. At first, I was hesitant, but the more I thought about it, the more excited I became.
The next day, Mark came home with a silk blindfold and some soft ropes. As soon as he walked in the door, he whisked me off to our bedroom and gently tied the blindfold around my eyes. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel Mark’s hands on me, exploring my body. I felt a thrill run through me as I surrendered to the darkness.
Mark then tied my hands to the bedposts and I was completely at his mercy. I could feel his breath on my skin as he trailed kisses down my neck and chest. I was so wet, I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
“Shit wait here honey I try to be quick. I left something in the office,” he said rushing off.
“Wait, don’t just leave me tied up like this,” I called out, but it was too late. I heard the front door go.
A moment later, Mark returned. “That was quick,” I said, but something didn’t sound right. He didn’t say anything, just a “Shh.” He sounded different. I brushed it off.
Mark then climbed on top of me and I felt his hard cock pressed against my pussy. I gasped as he entered me, filling me up completely. He felt much bigger than normal and he felt so damn good. Tied to the bed, I felt so wet being taken like this.
He began to thrust harder and faster, his cock pumping inside my wet gash giving my pussy a good hard fuck with his full length as I pounded into her juicy slit. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel every inch of him, every thrust, every sensation. I was in pure bliss.
I couldn’t help but moan and scream as he fucked me harder and harder. “Oh god, oh fuck, my pussy… ahhhh can’t believe your fucking me. Yes harder, honey,” I said as all I saw was darkness with the blindfold.
His panting sounded, I don’t know weird, like he was younger. I realized that something was off. Mark’s thrusts felt different, more aggressive. I couldn’t place it, but something wasn’t right.
But it felt good so I wasn’t complaining when he picked up speed. His balls slapped loudly against me as his pubic boned hit hard against my clit. I was getting close to my orgasm, but then I heard it. A different laugh, a younger voice.
I struggled against the ropes, trying to get free. “Mark? Is that you?” I called out, but there was no answer. Just urged him on pounding more cock into me, “Ahhhh harder.”
I felt him shift my legs up as he held on tightly to the back of my thighs and pushed them to my chest. Squishing my tits as he got a good angle into my wet snatch as he started hammering my pussy harder. Wow, it felt really good he’s never fucked me this good before.
“Ahhh fuck… ahh,” I moaned and moaned. “T-take… ah god, yes… take this… b-blindfold… off. Who is fucking me.” His heavy balls were louder and louder as he pumped hard in and out.
While not stopping fucking me he took my blindfold off, oh my god. It was my son, Lee. I was in shock, but my body was still responding to him. He was fucking me so hard and good, I couldn’t help but moan as the bed squeaked under us. He looked so much like his father, but with a youthful energy that I couldn’t resist.
“Sorry mom, ahh… you like that, I can stop.” He said as he kept on thrusting his rock-hard manhood into me.
“No… no… don’t stop,” I said, ashamed of myself for enjoying it. He continued to fuck me harder and harder. “Ahh fuck, fuck my pussy baby, give it to mommy harder.”
I never expected this to happen, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. My own son was taking me in a way I had never experienced before.
“Oh Lee, you feel so good inside me,” I moaned, unable to hide my pleasure any longer. “Fuck me harder, baby. Give it to me.”
He obliged, pounding into me with a ferocity that I had never felt before. I was in pure ecstasy, my body writhing beneath him as he took me to new heights of pleasure.
“Mom, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “I can’t believe how good you feel.”
I couldn’t believe it either, but I wasn’t going to give it up now. I wanted more, more of my son’s hard cock filling me up and taking me to the brink of orgasm.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I moaned, my voice growing louder and more urgent as he fucked me harder and harder. “Ahh, yes, don’t stop. I’m so close. Oh my god, you’re going to make mommy cum. I am gonna squirt all over your cock.”
And that’s exactly what I did. I came harder than I ever had before, my body shuddering with pleasure as I squirted all over my son’s cock. He continued to fuck me, through my orgasm as I soaked the bed.
Lee just grunted in response, his face twisted in concentration as he chased his own orgasm. His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate, and I knew he was close.
“Do it,” I urged him, my voice low and husky. “Cum inside me, baby. Fill up your mommy’s pussy with your hot seed.”
With a final, brutal thrust, Lee buried himself deep inside me and came with a loud groan. I felt his cock pulsing, spilling his cum deep into my womb. It was so hot, so thick, filling me up in a way that Mark never had before.
“Fuck, Mom,” Lee panted, his face buried in my neck as he came down from his high. “That was incredible. You’re amazing.”
I pantied still tied up, “Why? Why did you just help yourself to me like that.”
“I’m sorry Mom. I just couldn’t control myself. Seeing you tied up like that, so vulnerable and available. Ever since you and Dad started having these ‘marriage’ nights I’ve fantasized about it being me instead.”
He finally pulled out fully and my cum and his seed spilled out of my well-used hole. My legs fell to the bed as he untied me. I rubbed my wrists, they stung from being tied so long.
I sat up on the bed, my mind reeling as I tried to process what had just happened. My son, Lee, had just fucked me. Me, his mother. He had taken advantage of my vulnerability, my trust. I should have been angry, disgusted, but instead, I felt a strange sense of excitement, of thrill. His dick was much bigger than his dad’s.
I looked at Lee, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I could see the guilt in his eyes, but I also saw something else. Desire. He wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.
And in that moment, I made a decision. I was going to embrace this new dynamic between us. I was going to take pleasure in my son’s body, just as he was taking pleasure in mine.
“Lee,” I said, my voice soft. “I want you to know that I forgive you. And I want you to know that I want this. I want you.”
Lee’s eyes widened in shock, but then he smiled. A genuine, happy smile. “Really, Mom?”
I nodded. “Yes, really. But we have to be careful. We can’t let anyone find out.”
Lee nodded, his smile fading into a serious expression. “I understand. I’ll do anything to make you happy, Mom. Anything.”
And with that, we began our secret affair. We would steal moments of passion whenever we could, always careful not to get caught. And it was thrilling, just as much as it was taboo.
But as time went on, I began to realize that this wasn’t just a fling. I was falling in love with my own son. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.