The winding roads of the Lake District stretched ahead, weaving through lush green hills and alongside shimmering waters. The sky was clear, a soft blue that made everything feel peaceful. But inside the car, there was a growing tension.
I glanced at my son Danny in the passenger seat. Eighteen years old, tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy charm that had gotten him into trouble lately. His brown hair was tousled from the wind sneaking through the open window, and his strong jaw was set as he gazed out at the scenery. He hadn’t said much since we left home, probably knowing why I was taking him here.
I shifted slightly in my seat, adjusting my blouse. The white fabric was soft against my skin, the top buttons undone just enough to let the warm breeze in. My dark hair cascaded over my shoulders, catching the light as we passed through sun-dappled roads. I was dressed casually—fitted jeans hugging my curves, the belt loosely fastened at my waist. I wanted to be comfortable, but I also wanted to carry myself with the confidence of a mother who meant business.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” I said, trying to break the silence.
He shrugged. “I guess.”
I sighed, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “You know why I brought you here, right?”
Another shrug. “Because you wanted a nice trip?”
“Try again.”
He finally turned his head to look at me, his sharp brown eyes wary. “Because you think I’m causing trouble.”
I nodded. “Not think. Know.”
He sighed, slumping back into the seat. “It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad? Really?” I scoffed. “You’ve got half the girls in our neighbourhood complaining to their parents about you. And don’t get me started on how you have been looking at me lately, we will talk more on that later young man.”
“They weren’t complaining when they were flirting with me, also I haven’t looked at you in any way different,” he muttered, arms crossing over his chest.
I exhaled slowly. “Right sure. Look, I get it. You’re eighteen, full of… energy.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “But you can’t just go around charming every girl you see and then leaving them feeling used.”
“I never promised them anything,” he shot back.
“That’s not the point.” I pulled the car over at a scenic overlook, shifting in my seat to face him properly. The way the sunlight poured in through the windshield made the open collar of my blouse flutter slightly, but I ignored it, focusing on the conversation at hand. “You need to start thinking about how your actions affect others. You might not be breaking any laws, but you are breaking hearts.”
He looked away, jaw clenched. “So what, am I just supposed to stop talking to girls?”
“No, of course not. But you need to be responsible. Honest. Respectful. You can’t just—” I paused, searching for the right words. “You can’t treat them like… like conquests.”
He let out a humourless laugh. “Wow, Mum. Conquests?”
I softened my tone. “I know you don’t mean to hurt anyone. You’re just… learning what it means to be a man. But part of that is understanding your impact on others.”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking genuinely troubled for the first time. “I didn’t think of it like that.”
I smiled a little. “That’s why we’re here. Some time away from the distractions, just you and me. Let’s get to the cabin, take a hike, clear our heads.”
He nodded, still deep in thought, and I knew this trip was exactly what he needed.
We eventually arrived and finding a parking spot was hard. After circling the lot twice, I finally managed to squeeze into a tight space near the trees. The air was fresh, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I stretched, adjusting my blouse again as the sun warmed my skin. Danny climbed out, rolling his shoulders, still quiet.
“Come on, help me grab the bags,” I said, opening the boot.
He pulled out his backpack and one of the duffel bags while I took the other. The cabin was a short walk away, nestled between tall trees with a breathtaking view of the lake. The wooden porch looked inviting, the perfect spot for late-night talks or early-morning coffee.
“It’s nice,” Danny admitted as we approached.
I smiled. “See? Told you this trip wouldn’t be so bad.”
Unlocking the door, we stepped inside. The cabin was cosy, with rustic furniture, a stone fireplace, and large windows that let in the golden light of the setting sun. I set my bag down and turned to Danny. “Why don’t you go check out your room and freshen up? After that, we can sit down and have that talk.”
He nodded, heading off down the hall. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This trip wasn’t just about keeping him out of trouble—it was about making sure he understood the weight of his actions. And maybe, just maybe, we could get back to the bond we used to have before things got complicated.
I had been driving all day, maybe getting the whisky out and having a drink while we talked would help. But first, I needed a long soak in a lavender bubble bath and to slip into my nightie—it was already 7 PM.
“Danny, settle in,” I said, stretching as I grabbed my bag. “I need a bath after that drive. We’ll talk after.”
He nodded, flopping onto the couch while I disappeared into the bathroom. The cabin’s tub was deep and inviting, and as soon as I filled it with warm water, the scent of lavender filled the air. I sighed as I sank in, letting the heat soak away the tension in my muscles.
After what felt like forever, I finally got out, dried off, and slipped into my soft satin nightie. Comfortable but classy. Just because we were in a cabin didn’t mean I had to feel frumpy.
By the time I walked back into the living room, Danny was sitting by the fire, flipping through his phone. I grabbed the whisky bottle from the small wooden cabinet, poured myself a generous glass, and then hesitated before pouring one for him too. He looked up as I handed it to him.
“You’re letting me drink?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I smirked, settling onto the couch. “Maybe a few. You’re old enough. And only because I think we need to have an honest conversation. No posturing, no excuses. Just us, talking. Hey, my eyes are up here Mr.”
Danny coughed slightly, shifting in his seat as he quickly lifted his gaze to meet mine. His face flushed a little, and he gave a half-smirk.
“Sorry, just—didn’t expect you to be so… relaxed,” he muttered, swirling the whisky in his glass.
I arched an eyebrow. “It’s a cabin, Danny. I’m allowed to get comfortable.” I took a slow sip, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me. “Now, back to why we’re here.”
He sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Mum, I get it. You think I’m messing around too much, breaking hearts left and right.”
I tilted my head. “Am I wrong?”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking into the fire for a moment. “I dunno… maybe I don’t think about it the way you do. It’s not like I set out to hurt anyone. Girls like me, I like them. It’s fun.”
I exhaled, resting my glass on my knee. “And when the fun’s over? Do you ever wonder how they feel when you move on?”
He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess I just… I don’t want to be tied down yet. I like attention. I like feeling wanted.”
I gave him a small, knowing smile. “And there it is.”
He frowned. “What?”
I leaned in slightly. “You like the power, Danny. You like knowing you can make someone feel special, even if it’s just for a little while.”
His jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny it.
I softened my tone. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be liked, but you have to be careful. When you’re reckless with people’s feelings, you stop seeing them as real, and they stop trusting you. You might think it’s harmless fun now, but one day, someone will mean more to you than just a fling. And when that happens, you’ll want them to trust you too.”
Danny stared into his glass, silent.
I reached out, squeezing his arm. “I’m not here to lecture you all night. I just want you to think about it.”
He nodded slowly, then smirked. “And you think whisky was the best way to get me to think deeply?”
I chuckled. “Hey, alcohol has been making people have deep conversations for centuries.” I lifted my glass. “To honesty.”
He clinked his glass against mine. “To honesty.”
We both took a sip, the fire crackling beside us, the tension between us easing slightly. Maybe, just maybe, he was starting to understand.
Three hours later we were laughing, giddy, and tipsy and what turned into a few glasses turned into many. The main thing was we were laughing.
Three hours later, we were laughing, giddy, and tipsy. What started as a few glasses had turned into many, but the main thing was—we were laughing.
Danny leaned back on the couch, shaking his head with a wide grin. “I can’t believe you actually did that, Mum. You? Climbing out of a window to avoid a bad date?”
I laughed, wiping a tear from my eye. “Oh, you have no idea. Your uncle dared me, and I wasn’t about to sit through another hour of a man talking about his stamp collection.”
Danny burst into laughter again, nearly spilling his drink. “God, that’s awful!”
I took another sip, my cheeks warm from the whisky. “Oh, don’t act like you haven’t been on a terrible date. Come on, spill it. Worst date ever.”
He groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay, okay… there was this one girl, right? Gorgeous, funny, seemed perfect. We go out, and all she does is talk about her ex. Like, the whole night. I swear, I knew more about that bloke than I knew about her by the end of it.”
I winced. “Ouch.”
“Right? And then, get this—she calls me by his name when we’re saying goodbye.”
I gasped dramatically, placing a hand over my heart. “No!”
Danny nodded, eyes wide. “Swear to God. I just turned around and walked away. Never texted her again.”
I shook my head, giggling. “I’d have done the same.”
“What about you mum, any embarrassing, you know moments, intimate, in the bedroom something funny come on,” he said filling his glass.
“Too many trust me, been there done that, there was this one time right? I really don’t think I should be talking about… with you,” I sighed, but it might break the ice as he’s finally acting normal.
Danny smirked, topping up his glass. “Come on, Mum. Funniest, most embarrassing… you know, moment.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “I really don’t think I should be talking about this with you.”
He leaned back, swirling his drink, grinning. “Oh, come on, we’ve already crossed the line of oversharing tonight. Might as well keep going.”
I hesitated, but the whisky had lowered my guard, and seeing him finally relaxed made me want to keep things lighthearted. “Alright, fine. But if you ever bring this up again, I swear I’ll make your life hell.”
Danny held up his hands, laughing. “Scout’s honour.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay… so, this was years ago, I was seeing this guy, right? Things were going well, we were… getting comfortable with each other. And one night, we’re in bed, everything’s going great, and suddenly—” I paused for dramatic effect, taking a sip of whisky.
Danny leaned forward, intrigued. “Suddenly what?”
I groaned, covering my face. “I sneezed. But not just any sneeze—a full, body-jerking, absolutely uncontrollable sneeze right as he was, um… really focused on me.”
Danny choked on his drink, laughing so hard he nearly spilt it. “No way!”
“Oh, it gets worse,” I said, shaking my head. “The sneeze was so violent, I actually kneed him in the groin by accident. He let out this awful grunt and rolled off the bed in agony.”
Danny was gasping for air between laughs. “Mum, I can’t—oh my God! Haha take it you didn’t get any action that night.”
I laughed, “Well you probably wouldn’t be able to perform if someone did that to you.”
Danny practically fell off the couch laughing, clutching his stomach. “Mum, that’s brutal! That poor guy!”
I shook my head, laughing along. “I know! I felt terrible, but what was I supposed to do? I couldn’t exactly take it back!”
Danny wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. “So… what happened after? Did you at least try to fix it?”
I smirked, swirling my drink. “Oh, I tried. But he was in the foetal position for a good five minutes, groaning like I’d ruined his entire future. Safe to say, the mood was well and truly dead.”
Danny cackled, leaning back into the couch. “Mum, I don’t think I’ll ever look at you the same way again. You’re actually hilarious.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What, did you think I’ve always just been ‘Mum’? No embarrassing moments? No ridiculous stories?”
He shook his head, grinning. “I dunno, I guess I just never thought about you like… you know, a real person who’s been through the same kind of stuff.”
I smiled, nudging him with my foot. “Well, now you know. I’ve had my fair share of disasters, just like you will. The trick is learning from them—and, if nothing else, being able to laugh at yourself.”
Danny nodded, a genuine warmth in his expression. “Yeah… I get that.”
We sat there for a moment, the whisky warming us, the fire crackling softly in the background. The laughter had loosened something between us, something that had felt tight and tense for too long.
Danny took a sip of his drink and smirked. “Still, Mum… I think you owe that guy an apology, wherever he is.”
I chuckled. “Trust me, I apologised. But I don’t think he ever fully forgave me. Some wounds just don’t heal. What about you, seeing you been around our block like Hugh Hefner.”
Danny scoffed, shaking his head as he swirled the whisky in his glass. “Hugh Hefner? Come on, Mum, I’m not that bad.”
I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh really? Because from what I’ve heard, you’ve been quite the heartbreaker.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay… I guess I’ve had my fair share of… experiences.”
I chuckled, taking a sip of my drink. “Alright then, Mr. Casanova, let’s hear it. Your most embarrassing, intimate disaster. Come on, fair is fair.”
Danny groaned, shaking his head. “Mum, you’re really making me do this?”
I grinned. “Oh, absolutely. I just shared one of my worst moments. Time for you to return the favour.”
He let out a deep breath, leaning back into the couch. “Alright, fine. But you better not judge me.”
I held up a hand. “No judgment. Promise.”
He rubbed his face and sighed. “Okay… so there was this one time, a few months ago. I was with this girl—gorgeous, way out of my league. Everything was going great, we’re back at her place, things are getting heated, and then…” He trailed off, shaking his head as he took a big sip of whisky.
I raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”
Danny groaned. “We were in bed and… Well, I… I couldn’t get it up. Not sure what the hell was happening, she was so beautiful Mum. I blew it, I actually still think about that night so embarrassing. But you probably never had problems like that, go on laugh at me.”
I shook my head, setting my glass down with a small smile. “Oh, Danny, trust me, that happens to more men than you think. You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.”
He groaned, rubbing his face. “Yeah, but it was humiliating. She was looking at me like I was broken or something. I panicked and started making excuses—said I was just tired, that I’d had too much to drink. But honestly? I think I just got in my own head about it.”
I nodded, leaning back into the couch. “That’s usually what it is. The more you worry about it, the worse it gets.”
He scoffed. “Great. So I’m just a head case now?”
I chuckled, nudging his leg with my foot. “No, it just means you’re human. It happens, Danny. And I’m willing to bet that girl didn’t care nearly as much as you think she did.”
He exhaled, swirling his drink. “I dunno. She moved the following weeks after, she left the country with her parents.
“Aww sweetheart,” I rested my hand on his thigh and gave a gentle squeeze to reassure him. “Sweetie like I said it happens. Trust me I have had that happen to me before with your dad before you came along. He one night couldn’t get hard for me. Let’s just say I had to finish myself off.”
Danny’s eyes widened as he nearly choked on his drink. “Mum! Seriously?”
I smirked. “What? You wanted embarrassing stories.”
He groaned, rubbing his temples. “I did, but not about Dad! you really… you know messed with yourself.”
I leaned back against the couch, the firelight flickering across the room, casting soft shadows on the wooden walls. The whisky had settled into my bones, warm and heavy, making my head buzz just enough to feel loose. Danny sat sprawled beside me, his glass dangling lazily in his hand, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol and all that laughing. The air between us felt lighter now like the weight of the day had melted into something softer, something real.
“Alright, Mum,” he said, his voice low and playful, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “You’ve had your fun embarrassing me. What is your favourite position, and why.”
I leaned forward, the satin of my nightie brushing against my thighs as I set my glass on the table, the fire casting a warm glow across the room. Danny’s question hung in the air, bold and cheeky, his brown eyes glinting with mischief. The whisky had loosened us both up, and I couldn’t help but match his playful smirk with one of my own.
“Favorite position, huh?” I said, tilting my head as I stretched my legs out on the couch, the soft fabric of my nightie riding up just a bit. “You’re really pushing it now, aren’t you?”
He chuckled, leaning back with his arms spread across the back of the couch, looking entirely too comfortable. “Come on, Mum. You started this whole oversharing thing. Fair’s fair.”
I sighed, pretending to think it over, though the alcohol had already softened my usual filter. “Alright, fine. Do you want to know? I’ll tell you.” I paused, letting the moment linger as I took a slow sip of whisky, the burn sliding down my throat. “I’d say… on my back, legs up over his shoulders. Why? Because it’s deep, it’s intense, and—well, it hits all the right spots. Happy now? Oh god, I actually miss that so much.”
“Miss it, huh?” he said, his voice low and teasing as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “Guess it’s been a while then.”
I let out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of dark hair behind my ear. The satin of my nightie shifted against my skin, cool and smooth, as I stretched my legs out a bit more. “Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart. Life gets busy, you know? Doesn’t leave much room for… well, that kind of fun.”
He tilted his head, smirking. “Yeah, but you’re not that old, Mum. What’s stopping you?”
I raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of my whisky, letting the burn linger on my tongue before answering. “What, you think I should just go out and pick up some guy at the bar? Bring him back here to the cabin while you’re sleeping down the hall?”
Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “I mean, I’d put some headphones on. Don’t let me stop you.”
I swatted his arm lightly, laughing. “Oh, you’re awful. I raised you better than that.”
He grinned wider, leaning a little closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “Come on, though. You’ve got all these wild stories. Sneaking out to barns, climbing out windows… You’re telling me you don’t ever think about letting loose again?”
“Maybe I do,” I admitted, my tone lighter than I felt. “But it’s not that simple. Takes the right moment, the right… vibe, you know?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes still locked on mine. “Yeah. I get that.”
The fire crackled, filling the quiet that settled between us. I shifted slightly, the satin slipping higher up my thigh, and I caught the way his gaze flicked down again—just for a heartbeat—before he looked back at the flames. He cleared his throat, taking a quick sip of his drink.
“Alright,” he said, breaking the tension with that easy charm of his. “Since we’re being honest… what’s the wildest thing you ever wanted to try? You know, something you never got around to.”
“Wildest thing, huh?” I said, my voice low and teasing as I crossed one leg over the other, the satin nightie sliding up my thigh just enough to catch the warm glow. “You sure seem to be getting more risky with your questions.”
“Alright, wildest thing I never got around to,” I mused, tapping a finger against my glass. My dark hair spilt over one shoulder as I tilted my head, pretending to mull it over. “I’d say—God, this is embarrassing just thinking about it—something outdoors. Like, really outdoors. Middle of nowhere, under the stars, no one around for miles. Just… raw, you know? No walls, no rules. Total freedom.”
Danny’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a low whistle. “Damn, Mum. That’s… bold.”
“So let me picture this for you mum, your legs over his shoulders, getting it hard outdoors in the middle of nowhere,” he smirked topping our drinks up.
“Stop it, honey, right what is your wildest fantasy, be truthful.” I took a sip of my drink.
“Alright then,” Danny said with a smirk, leaning forward to top up our drinks. The amber liquid glinted in the firelight as he handed my glass back to me, his fingers brushing against mine just long enough for it to feel deliberate. “If we’re talking about wild fantasies… what if I told you something really taboo?”
My heart skipped a beat as I looked into his mischievous brown eyes and took another sip of the strong whisky. The burn felt good tonight—mixing with the warmth building inside me from all these bold questions and shared intimacies.
“Taboo?” I echoed softly like that wasn’t exactly what this whole conversation had been leading towards.
He grinned wolfishly at my reaction. “Yeah… like stepping outside your usual boundaries…” His gaze dropped briefly—to where my nightie slid up along one thigh—before snapping back to meet mine again.
Oh God was he actually? No way…
I tilted my head, curiosity piqued despite myself. “Oh really? And what kind of ‘boundaries’ are you thinking about stepping outside?”
Danny’s grin widened at the challenge in my tone. He leaned back into the couch cushions and crossed his arms behind his head with an air of casual confidence that made something flutter low in my stomach.
“Well,” he drawled slowly, drawing out each word like we had all night to play this game. “Let’s say… maybe I’ve been wondering what it would be like to cross one particular line. Takes me back to what you said earlier, and we are in the middle of nowhere, and this talking has got me all, you know.”
“So what do you say, Mum?” Danny asked with a smirk. “You up for something wild and taboo? Just between us?”
I felt my cheeks flush at his boldness. The whisky had lowered my inhibitions, and the way he was looking at me—with that mix of mischief and desire—was making it hard to think straight.
“Danny…” I warned softly, but there was no real heat behind it. My heart raced as I considered his question.
He leaned in closer on the couch until our faces were just inches apart. His breath smelled like whiskey as he whispered lowly:
“You know you want to… Don’t tell me all those stories earlier didn’t get you going too. Hell, you can have your legs over my shoulders.”
My pulse quickened at his words.
“How about we make our own story tonight,” He smirked leaning back into the couch casually crossing one leg over another.
“Isn’t this getting uncomfortable for both of us sitting here talking about sex mum,” Danny said taking a sip from his glass as he looked directly into my eyes with an intense look. “Would love to pound you with your legs over my shoulders, god.”
“Danny, we can’t I am your mum. So it isn’t enough you sleeping with all the girls around where we live. You want me as well,” I said shaking as I poured another drink.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The fire crackled softly behind us, casting flickering shadows across the room. Danny’s words hung heavy in the air, and I could feel the tension between us thickening with every passing second.
“Danny,” I said slowly, setting my glass down on the table with a soft clink. “You know this is… wrong, right? We can’t just—this isn’t something we should even be talking about.”
He leaned forward slightly; his eyes locked on mine like he was trying to read me. “Why not?” he asked; his voice low and steady despite how outrageous this whole conversation had become.
I blinked at him for a moment before letting out an incredulous laugh that sounded more nervous than amused even to myself! “Because… because it’s wrong, sweetheart,” My cheeks flushed hot as soon as those last two syllables left my lips – calling him ‘sweetheart’ while discussing something so taboo felt almost surreal!
But instead of backing off or looking embarrassed himself (like any normal person would), Danny just smirked again – that same confident grin from earlier which made butterflies flutter wildly inside my stomach whether wanted them there or not… I could feel my gash throb, no I can’t want this, I don’t want this… Oh my god, I want it hard.
His hand went on my thigh and slowly went up, “You know honey you’re pushing your luck here, I should slap you.”
But I just parted my legs a little for him, he rested one of my legs over his. His hand went higher, why was I letting him? He rubbed the material of my panties against my gash.
“Mum,” he murmured; his voice low and husky like he knew exactly what effect it had on me. “You don’t really want me to stop… do you?”
I swallowed hard; my throat was suddenly dry as desert sand beneath summer sunbeams! My mind raced with conflicting emotions: guilt warring against desire while logic battled instinct… But all those thoughts seemed so far away now compared to how close we were sitting together here tonight. My hand went onto the back of his which was on my panties, I pushed his hand hard into me guiding him on rubbing me.
Danny’s hand pressed harder against me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over the thin fabric of my panties. I could feel the heat building between my legs, a throbbing ache that made it hard to think straight. My breath hitched as he leaned closer; his lips brushed against my ear.
“You like that?” he whispered; his voice rough with need. He moved his hand and slipped inside the front of my panties. “Mmm, you’re not stopping me either, god I wanna fuck you so bad. You know what, I am going to fuck you, you can always stop me, but I am going to lay you down and give you your favourite position.”
He laid me down and started undoing his pants, I should be stopping him. Why was my pussy reacting to this, “Sweetie what are you doing.”
Danny smirked and pulled his pants down slowly, revealing his rock-hard cock. “I am going to fuck you, silly mum,” he said sliding up my nightie gently.
“Danny no honey we can’t,” I moaned as he tugged at the material pushing it up over my waist and exposing my panties drenched with desire for him.
He chuckled lowly, “Like hell, we aren’t; your pussy is too wet to stop now. You want this just like I do.”
I mewled softly as two of his fingers pushed the fabric of my panties aside and plunged inside me without warning or permission – but oh god how good they felt stretching wide open what had been a tight little hole craving attention!
As he pushed his fingers inside, I gasped and arched my back. The sensation of him filling me up made my pussy clench around his digits, a soft moan escaping from deep within.
“Oh Danny,” I breathed out. “We shouldn’t…”
“Mmm, but we should,” Danny growled, pulling his fingers out of me and spreading my legs apart.
Danny smirked and grabbed my legs, hoisting them up over his shoulders. I gasped at the sudden movement, my back arching off the couch as he positioned himself between my thighs. His cock was rock hard and throbbing against my wet pussy.
Danny smirked as he guided his cock to my slick entrance, teasing the tip against my swollen lips. “You ready for this, Mum?” His voice was low and rough with desire.
I bit back a moan, squirming beneath him. The anticipation was killing me—the heat of his shaft pulsing against me so tantalizingly close… I could feel how soaked I already was for him; it wouldn’t take much more before that beautiful thick length slid inside my aching core…
He pushed forward slowly at first – just enough to tease us both as our bodies connected in such a forbidden way! A guttural groan escaped from deep within Danny’s throat when finally after what seemed like an eternity of waiting agonizing seconds passed until he had fully penetrated my gash.
Danny groaned as he slowly pushed his thick cock deeper into my tight, wet pussy. I gasped at the sensation of being filled so completely by him, my nails digging into his back as I clung to him.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “You feel so good.”
I could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure and forbidden desire. He started to move inside me with slow thrusts that hit all the right spots; each one sending jolts of ecstasy coursing through me.
Danny’s hands slid up my nightie, pushing it higher until he could see the swell of my breasts straining against the thin fabric of my bra. I gasped as his fingers brushed over the sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.
“God Mum,” he groaned, his voice low and rough with desire. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I bit back a moan at his words; at how good it felt to have him inside me after all these years without a man’s touch. My pussy clenched around him involuntarily; already craving more despite how full I was from just this slow slide in and out.
I let out a low, needy moan as Danny’s hand slipped into my bra, pulling one of my breasts free. The cool air against my sensitive nipple made it stiffen even more under his touch.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, burying his face between the soft mounds. His tongue flicked out to tease the hardened bud before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking hard.
I cried out in pleasure; arching my back to push myself further into him. My nails dug deeper into his skin as he continued thrusting inside me with slow, deep strokes that hit just the right spot every single time!
“Oh baby,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “You shouldn’t be in my pussy.”
Danny smirked, his voice low and rough with desire. “You love it though, don’t you? Having your son’s cock buried deep inside this tight little pussy?”
I moaned softly, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming; I couldn’t think straight anymore.
“Mmm… yes,” I admitted breathlessly. “It feels so good…”
I couldn’t believe what was going on – I had been so strict with him all day, and now here I was, getting pounded in my favorite position by my own son. I looked up at him, his face contorted in determination and lust. My legs were thrown over his shoulders as he mercilessly thrust his hard cock in and out of me. I couldn’t help but wonder, how did we get here? I had always been the authority figure in our relationship, but now the roles were reversed. And damn, did it feel good. His hard dick hitting all the right spots, I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. Was this wrong? I didn’t know, and frankly, I didn’t care. It felt too good to stop.
“Danny, oh Danny… mmm,” I moan, my back arching as I try to take him deeper.
“You like that, don’t you, Mom? You look so fucking hot,” he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. He thrusts harder, his hips moving in a steady rhythm.
I can’t speak, I can only moan louder as he fills me completely, my body betraying me with every thrust.
His hips move faster, his cock pounding into me harder and I can’t hold back. Moans spill from my lips, raw and unrestrained.
“Oh god, Danny… you’re gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make your mom cum,” I pant, my inner walls clenching around him as I ride the wave of pleasure.
I reach down, my fingers finding my clit. I rub in circles, watching as his cock disappears inside me over and over again, a blur of movement. He’s going so fast, I can barely keep up.
“Oh god, Danny!” I cried out, my fingers circling my clit as I watched him thrust in and out of me. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with our heavy breathing and moans.
“Fuck, Mum… you’re so tight,” Danny grunted, his hands gripping my thighs as he pounded into me relentlessly. I could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock as it stretched me open, hitting spots I didn’t even know existed. My pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper with each thrust.
“Don’t stop, baby… please don’t stop,” I begged, my voice breathy and desperate. The couch creaked beneath us, protesting the vigorous movement. Danny leaned down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking hard. The dual sensation of his cock hammering my g-spot and his tongue flicking across my sensitive bud sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
“You gonna cum for me, Mum?” he growled against my skin. “Gonna cum all over your son’s cock?” His dirty words only added to the arousal building inside of me, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Those filthy words pushed me closer to the edge. God, what was happening to me? How could this feel so wrong yet so incredibly right?
“Danny, I’m… I’m…” I gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity.
“Oh god, Danny Ahhh fuck!” I screamed, my back arching off the couch as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his shaft, gushing hot fluids that splattered obscenely between us.
But Danny didn’t slow down. If anything, he increased his pace, his face contorted with concentration as he fought against my contracting walls. The wet slapping sounds grew even louder, mixing with my breathless cries and his guttural grunts.
I forced my eyes open, looking down between us where our bodies joined. The sight was mesmerizing and filthy – his glistening cock pistoning in and out of my swollen, reddened pussy lips. Clear juices spurted out with each thrust, coating his shaft and balls, and dripping down onto the couch beneath us.
“Fuck, Mum,” Danny growled through gritted teeth. “Your pussy’s fucking drenching me. So fucking hot.”
The sight was filthy and utterly mesmerizing – his thick shaft glistening with my juices as it disappeared inside my swollen folds over and over again. The wet squelching sounds filled the room along with our harsh breathing.
I could see how stretched out I was around him; how raw and reddened from the brutal force of each thrust against that sensitive flesh deep within me.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make a goddamn mess in your mummy’s dripping snatch, aren’t you?” I gasped, my voice a taunting purr, every syllable sending a fresh bolt of pure, aching lust straight to my throbbing core. My wet fanny clenched around him, desperate and greedy.
“Hell yeah, I am,” Danny growled, his hips slamming into me like a fucking jackhammer. “Gonna stuff this tight little cunt so full of my cum you’ll feel it leaking out for days.”
I screamed a wild mix of pleasure and delicious pain ripping through me as his brutal thrusts stretched my soaked pussy wide open. My thighs quivered, barely holding me up, while the couch groaned beneath us, threatening to snap under the force of our fucking. His thick cock speared me relentlessly, splitting me apart, and I could feel every inch of him pulsing inside my sopping wet box.
“Yes… oh fuck, yes!” I moaned, loud and shameless, too lost in the filthy bliss to give a damn about anything but this—my own son pounding me senseless, claiming me like a bitch in heat. His shaft plunged deeper, harder, into my dripping minge, over and over, until my mind was nothing but a haze of raw, animal need.
“FUCK… UNGH, Mum, I’m gonna—shit, ungh!” he roared, slamming into me with one final, savage thrust. His cock throbbed like a goddamn beast inside me, unloading thick, hot ropes of spunk deep into my cunt. Each spurt painted my insides, flooding me with his seed, the sticky warmth seeping into every crevice of my sore, stretched pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, still drowning in the haze of our twisted, forbidden fuck. His cum sloshed inside me, a dirty little secret pooling in my aching snatch. Then reality hit like a slap. “Danny… you fucking came inside me. Oh shit, oh fuck.”
He pulled out slowly, his cock still half-hard, slick and shining with our mingled juices—cum and my own pussy cream dripping off him. He smirked, staring down at my swollen, gaping fanny, lips puffy and red, oozing with his thick load. “Yeah, I did,” he said, voice smug as hell. “Looks like a fuckin’ masterpiece too.”
“Oops,” he said casually, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I did say I was going to fill you up proper good.”
“Well,” I said slowly, sitting up on the couch and adjusting my panties to cover my pussy and pulling my nightie back down to cover myself. “I guess we’re just going to have to deal with the consequences now.”
“Fuck, Mum,” he said, voice low and rough, still thick with that afterglow rasp. “That was… somethin’ else. Didn’t think you’d actually let me go that far.” He chuckled, leaning forward to grab his whisky glass from the table, the ice clinking as he swirled it. “Guess we’re both a little fucked up, huh?”
I sat there, legs tucked under me now, the satin nightie smoothed back down over my thighs. My skin still buzzed, warm and tingly, the ache between my legs a lingering reminder of what we’d just done. His cum was still inside me, a sticky heat I could feel with every shift of my hips, and my panties clung damply to my swollen pussy. I reached for my own glass, fingers trembling just enough to notice as I took a slow sip, letting the burn of the whisky steady me.
“Yeah,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be, a little shaky. “Guess we are.” I glanced at him over the rim of the glass, his brown eyes catching mine with that same glint of mischief. “You’re a bloody menace, you know that? Should’ve stopped you ages ago.”
He grinned wider, leaning back again, one arm slung across the couch like he owned the damn place. “Oh, come on. You loved it. Don’t even try to play the ‘responsible mum’ card now—not after you were moanin’ my name like that.” He took a swig of his drink, then tilted his head, eyeing me up and down. “Legs over my shoulders, huh? Fuckin’ nailed it, didn’t I?”
I snorted, rolling my eyes even as my cheeks flushed hot. “You’re too pleased with yourself, you little shit. Don’t get cocky.” But there was no bite in my words, and he knew it. I shifted, tugging the hem of my nightie down a bit more, though it didn’t do much to hide how my thighs still trembled faintly. “What the hell are we supposed to do now, huh? Just… sit here like nothing happened?”
“Act like nothing happened?” he said, his voice rough from exertion, thick with that cheeky edge I knew too well. “Dunno, Mum. Kinda hard to pretend when you’re sittin’ there lookin’ all flushed and sexy, and I can still feel your pussy drippin’ down my balls.” He chuckled, low and dirty, taking a slow sip of his drink like he hadn’t just turned my world upside down.
“Jesus, Danny,” I muttered, running a hand through my dark hair, pushing it back from my face. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you? Can’t just… ease up for a sec and let me process this?” My tone was half-scolding, half-teasing, but my cheeks burned hot as I met his gaze.
He shrugged, stretching one arm along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing the edge of my shoulder. “What’s there to process? We fucked. It was bloody amazing. You came so hard I thought you’d break the damn couch.” He smirked, tilting his head to eye me up and down. “And don’t tell me you didn’t love it, ‘cause I felt how wet you were. That tight little snatch of yours was practically beggin’ for me.”
I groaned, burying my face in my hands for a second before peeking out at him through my fingers. “You’re impossible, you know that? A proper little shit.” But I couldn’t stop the small, reluctant smile tugging at my lips. The whisky buzzed through my veins, softening the edges of the guilt that should’ve been sharper, and his easy confidence was pulling me right back into that reckless haze we’d just climbed out of.
He laughed, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through the room, and leaned forward to set his glass on the table. “Yeah, well, you raised me, so whose fault is that?” He shifted closer, his knee nudging mine, and the heat of his body was like a magnet, drawing me in even when I knew I should pull back. “Seriously, though. You alright? I mean… I know it’s fucked up, but I don’t regret it. Do you?”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I looked at him—really looked at him. His messy brown hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes bright and searching, that cocky grin softened just enough to show he actually cared what I’d say. My hand rested on my thigh, inches from where his knee pressed against me, and I could still feel the ghost of his touch, the way he’d stretched me open and fucked me raw.
“I… don’t know,” I admitted, voice quiet but steady. “It’s a lot, Danny. You’re my son, for fuck’s sake. But…” I trailed off, biting my lip as I felt a fresh pulse of heat between my legs, my pussy clenching around the mess he’d left inside me. “It’s been a long time since I felt like that. Alive, I mean. And you—God, you’re too good at this for your own good.”
His grin widened, and he leaned in, his breath warm against my cheek. “Too good, huh? Guess I’ve got a talent for makin’ you scream, then.” He pulled back just enough to grab his drink again, taking a swig before setting it down with a clink. “So, what now? You wanna sit here and overthink it, or…” He let the question hang, his hand sliding to rest on my knee, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent a shiver straight up my spine.
I stared at him, heart pounding, the fire’s warmth sinking into my skin as the room seemed to shrink around us. “Or what?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, daring him to say it.
He smirked, slow and deliberate, his hand creeping higher up my thigh, brushing the edge of my nightie. “Or we could go again. Right here, right now. Fuck the consequences. You said you missed it—legs over my shoulders, deep and hard. I can give you that, Mum. All night if you want.”
My breath caught, and I felt my pussy twitch, still slick and swollen from him, aching for more despite everything screaming at me to stop. The whisky glass trembled in my hand as I set it down, and I turned to face him fully, my dark eyes locking with his.
“You’re a bloody menace,” I said again, but my voice was husky, thick with want. “What the hell have you done to me, Danny?”