I had always lusted after my mom, even though I knew it was wrong. She was a 49-year-old MILF with long brunette hair, an ample bosom, and curves that could make any man’s head turn. I, on the other hand, was an 18-year-old with a high sex drive, always ready for my next conquest.
One night, we were both drinking together, letting loose and enjoying each other’s company. Mom had a bit too much to drink, and I offered to help her to bed. She stumbled and laughed as I led her to her room, her short nightie riding up to reveal her toned legs.
Once we reached her bed, I helped her climb in, tucking her in and making sure she was comfortable. She was on her side, her back facing me, and I couldn’t help but stare at her curves. I knew I shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts, but I couldn’t help it.
“Mom… Mom, are you awake?” I whispered, my hand going up her thigh slowly, trying not to disturb her. She didn’t stir, so I continued, reaching for her knickers and the outline of her slit. My cock hardened in my boxers as I thought about how wrong this was, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I gently slid her knickers to the side, revealing her hairy pussy. I rubbed her slit a bit to test her reaction, but she didn’t move. I pulled my boxers down to my balls and shuffled up tightly behind her, my cock throbbing with desire.
I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I had always had these thoughts about my mom, and now here I was, acting on them. I didn’t know what would happen next, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
As I looked down at my mom’s sleeping form, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of guilt and excitement. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I spit on my hand and lube my cock as I gently pushed myself inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me. I knew I would never be able to take this back, but I couldn’t help it. I was consumed by my desire for my own mother.
As I moved inside her, I couldn’t help but think about all the times she had caught me masturbating, telling me I would go blind. Little did she know, she was the one making me go blind with desire. I tried to push the thoughts out of my head and focus on the moment, but I couldn’t.
I held her ass gently as I sucked in air as I slid in and out, oh shit she felt so damn good. I continued to thrust deep, damn her pussy was so soft. I tried to stifle my moans as I picked up the pace, my hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop either. My mother, the woman who had raised me, was now the object of my desire.
As I looked down at her, I could see her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. She was still asleep, thankfully. I didn’t want her to wake up and see what I was doing. I knew she would be horrified.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my balls tightening as I pumped in and out of her. I reached around and started playing with her clit, feeling it swell under my fingers. She started to whimper softly, but she didn’t wake up. I slowed down, not wanting to push her over the edge.
I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. I wanted to savour every second of being inside her. I leaned down and kissed her shoulder, my lips brushing against her skin.
“Ummmm… ummm,” she whimpered again.
I stopped for a second, and then what shocked me was I heard her still drunken state say. She was awake as she said, “Don’t stop. Naughty boy, keep fucking me.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own mother, awake and aware, was telling me to keep going. I hesitated for a moment, but the feeling of her warm, wet pussy around my cock was too much to resist. I started moving again, slow at first, but then picking up the pace as she urged me on.
“Yes, Mike, just like that. Don’t stop,” she moaned, her voice low and husky with desire.
I reached around and grabbed her breasts, kneading them gently as I fucked her from behind. She arched her back, pushing herself back against me, taking me deeper inside her. I could feel myself getting close, my balls tightening as I pumped in and out of her. But I held back as I wanted to keep fucking her.
I could feel my orgasm building, my cock swelling inside her as I thrust harder and faster. I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. I reached down and rubbed her clit, feeling it swell under my fingers. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she reached her own climax.
“Oh God, Mike, yes!”, she cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock as she came.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I let out a loud moan as I felt myself explode inside her, my cock twitching as I filled her up with my hot cum. I collapsed beside her with my cock still inside, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
“Oh God, Mom,” I panted, my forehead resting on her shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
But as I looked up at her, I could see the pleasure in her eyes. She wasn’t mad. She wasn’t disgusted. She was satisfied.
“It’s okay, Mike,” she whispered, her hand reaching down to stroke my hair. “You are so naughty ain’t you, never thought I would raise you to do something like this.”
The room was thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat, the air heavy as it clung to the walls of Mom’s bedroom. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows over her curves, her long brunette hair splayed messily across the pillow like some wild, untamed thing. She lay there beside me, her chest still heaving from that insane orgasm, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. That short nightie—silky, black, and barely covering her thick thighs—was bunched up around her hips, leaving her hairy snatch exposed, still dripping with a mix of her juices and my cum. It was a sight that’d burn into my brain forever: her pussy lips swollen and pink, glistening wet, the dark curls framing it all like some forbidden treasure.
She turned her head slightly, those deep brown eyes locking onto mine, a lazy, satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, ain’t you a dirty little fucker, Mike,” she said, her voice rough from the booze and the moaning. She reached out, her fingers brushing through my hair again, nails scraping my scalp in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. “Never thought my own boy would have the balls to pull that off. Guess I raised you too damn good, huh?”
I couldn’t help but grin, even as my heart pounded with that weird mix of guilt and adrenaline. My cock was still half-hard, slick with her wetness, resting against her thigh as I stayed pressed up behind her. “Shit, Mom, I didn’t think you’d… you know, be into it,” I muttered, my hand sliding down to rest on her hip. Her skin was warm, soft, and I could feel the faint tremble still running through her from cumming so hard.
She chuckled, low and throaty, shifting onto her back so those big, heavy tits spilt out from the nightie’s low neckline. The fabric stretched tight over her nipples, hard little peaks poking through, begging to be touched. “Oh, honey, I’ve had my fair share of wild nights. You think you’re the only one with a filthy mind?” She arched a brow, playful but with a glint of something darker—like she was daring me to push it further. “Guess it runs in the family, doesn’t it?”
I swallowed hard, my eyes darting down to her body. Her legs were parted just enough that I could see the mess we’d made—her fanny still leaking, a slow trickle of creamy white sliding down toward the sheets. My mouth went dry, and my dick twitched again, already greedy for more. “Fuck, Mom, you’re… you’re unreal,” I said, voice shaky. “I thought you’d freak out or something.”
“Nah,” she said, stretching her arms above her head, making her boobs jiggle in a way that damn near hypnotized me. “Takes more than a horny kid to scare me off. Besides…” She paused, licking her lips slow, deliberately. “Felt too fuckin’ good to complain about. You’ve got a hell of a cock on you, Mike.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and before I knew it, I was leaning over her, my hand sliding up her stomach to cup one of those juicy tits. She didn’t stop me—hell, she arched into it, letting out a soft “Mmm” as I squeezed, feeling the weight of it in my palm. “You’re not mad?” I asked, half-expecting her to snap out of it and shove me away.
“Mad? Shit, no,” she said, her hand slipping down to grab my wrist, guiding it lower, back toward that soaked, hairy minge of hers. “I’m still buzzed, and you’ve got me all worked up. What’s a mom supposed to do, huh? Leave her boy hanging?” She smirked again, spreading her thighs wider, an open invite. “Go on, then. Show me what else you’ve got.”
My head was spinning, but my body knew exactly what to do. I shifted between her legs, my cock already rock-hard again, throbbing as I lined it up with her dripping slit. She was so wet, so ready, that I slid right in—fuck, it was like sinking into warm velvet, her pussy gripping me tight. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in as I started thrusting slow, deep, watching her face twist with pleasure.
“Goddamn, Mike,” she groaned, her hips rocking up to meet me, her tits bouncing with every move. “You’re gonna ruin me, you little bastard. Keep fuckin’ me like that—don’t you dare stop.”
And I didn’t…
The end.