The campfire crackled merrily, casting flickering shadows across the canvas of their tent. Ethan, 18 and brimming with youthful energy, felt a strange mix of responsibility and liberation. He’d convinced his mother, Eleanor, to take a break from her perpetual gloom, a break from the endless cycle of grief and loneliness that had clung to her like a second skin since his father’s passing. Eleanor, 55, with her tired eyes and perpetually furrowed brow, had initially resisted. Six children, six lives that had flown the coop, leaving her with a vast, echoing emptiness. But Ethan, the youngest, the only one who still lived at home, had been persistent. He was determined to show her that life, even in its simplest forms, could still hold beauty.
“It’s just us, Mom,” he’d said, his voice gentle but firm. “Some fresh air, some peace. You deserve it.”
And so, they were here, in the heart of a sprawling national park, the scent of pine needles and damp earth filling the air.
They spent the day hiking, Ethan’s easy laughter a welcome counterpoint to his mother’s quiet contemplation. As evening approached, the forest hushed, the sounds of crickets and owls filling the void. They set up their tent, a small, two-person dome, a temporary haven in the vast wilderness.
“You know,” Eleanor said, her voice a soft whisper, “I never thought I’d be camping again. Not since your father…” Her voice trailed off, the unspoken sadness hanging heavy in the air.
Ethan squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Mom. We’re here now, and it’s beautiful.”
Later, as they huddled around the dying embers of the fire, Ethan found himself opening up to his mother in a way he never had before. He spoke of his hopes and dreams, his fears and anxieties. Eleanor listened, her gaze fixed on the dancing flames, a flicker of something resembling joy in her eyes.
They shared a bottle of wine, a rare treat for Eleanor, and the alcohol loosened her tongue. She spoke of the years since his father’s death, the crushing weight of grief, the feeling of being adrift. Ethan listened, his heart aching for her, wishing he could somehow ease her pain.
As the night deepened, the stars emerged, a breathtaking tapestry of light against the inky canvas of the sky. The wine had worked its magic, loosening the tensions of the day, the silence between them filled with a strange comfort. They packed away the remnants of the night, stumbled into their tent, and collapsed onto their shared sleeping bag.
It was too small.
They shifted and adjusted, trying to find a comfortable position in the confined space. Ethan, in his boxers, felt his mother’s body close to his, the thin fabric of her nightgown doing little to conceal the curves of her mature form. He saw a glimpse of her pale skin under her nightie and realised she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Her vagina was clean-shaven. It was a sight he never expected to see.
He was utterly unprepared for the surge of awareness that flooded his senses. He’d never thought of his mother in a sexual way, not ever. Yet, here he was, spooning her, her body warm against his, a hard-on developing in his boxers.
Eleanor sighed a soft, breathy sound that sent shivers down his spine. She shifted, and he felt something hard pressed against her bottom. It was him, his arousal.
A wave of shame washed over Ethan. He was mortified. He didn’t know what to do.
“Ethan?” Eleanor’s voice was barely a whisper, laced with confusion and a hint of something else, something he couldn’t quite decipher.
He tried to pull away, but his body felt frozen, his heart thundering in his chest. He felt his mother’s hand rest on his back, her touch surprisingly gentle.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don’t worry about it, love. You’re a young lad with hormones I get it.”
“I… I’m sorry,” he stammered, his voice thick with embarrassment.
“Don’t apologize,” she murmured. “It’s natural. It’s… alright. Just do what you need to, to get rid of you know it.”
“Are you sure mom,” he asked, his voice barely above a breath.
“Yes darling, you’re alright. Just don’t worry about it. I know it’s weird. I’m your mother and all. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
He pulled his boxers down and got closer as he stuck his cock inside her pussy while spooning her.
“Wait… ah, w-what you doing, I didn’t mean Mmm,” she moaned as he held her hips and started fucking her. “Ahhh I didn’t ah I didn’t mean fuck me, I meant to sort it out.”
He was embarrassed and tried to pull out, “No you’re inside me now may as well finish off, it feels good.”
He started to slowly pump in and out of her as he breathed heavily, “Sorry Mom, I thought this is what you meant, oh fuck.”
The unexpected turn of events left him breathless, a mixture of guilt and exhilaration coursing through him. He felt her body tense and then relax, a soft moan escaping her lips. He continued, his movements becoming more urgent, the forbidden nature of the act fueling his desire.
“Ethan… oh god, Ethan,” she gasped, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “I… I didn’t expect this… Mmmm oh it’s years since I… ah keep going, you don’t have to be gentle.”
Ethan’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum. The base of his shaft, hitting the sensitive nub of her clitoris with each thrust, sent waves of pleasure surging through her, a stark contrast to the years of emptiness she had endured.
“Oh, God, Ethan,” she cried out, her voice thick with pleasure. “Faster… harder…”
“You… you sure it’s ok,” he said pumping his meat into her twat.
“Yes… yes ahh it’s… it’s ok, keep going, you’ve grown so big oh fuck,” she reached her arm behind her on his ass to pull him in deeper. She began to get wetter as the sound of squelching filled the tent as he cock pumped in and out with ease.
He moved faster, the tempo of their coupling increasing with each second. He felt her muscles tighten around him, a warm, wet embrace that made him lose himself further. He could feel her pulse quickening, her breaths growing more erratic as she neared the brink.
“Oh God, Ethan… I’m… I’m going to…” she cried, her voice barely a whisper. Her body began to tremble, her fingers clutching at his back as her climax erupted, a wave of pure pleasure that flooded her body. She squirted all over his cock and the sleeping bag, a thick, white liquid that seemed to erupt from deep within her.
Ethan felt a surge of his own desire, his body aching for release. He continued to pump into her, the rhythmic motion fueling his growing excitement. The sounds of their coupling were now a wild, chaotic symphony, a testament to the primal energy that consumed them.
He felt the familiar tightening in his groin, the pressure building with each thrust. He knew he was close, his body trembling with anticipation. He buried himself deep inside her one last time, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure built to a crescendo.
With a guttural cry, he unloaded into his mother, his cum filling her mature pussy with warmth. “UNGH FUCK,” Cum after cum, load after load, he emptied himself inside her, filling her with his seed. He felt the warm, viscous fluid pouring into her, the sensation both exhilarating and fulfilling.
“Oh fuck, I am so sorry Mom, oh I needed that, I shouldn’t have done that to you,” he moaned as he slowly pulled out of her pussy.
“Wow, I can’t get my breath,” she gasped, a dazed smile playing on her lips. “Well, ermm that just happened.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ethan asked, pulling his boxers back up, a lingering sense of both guilt and wonder in his heart
Eleanor’s breath hitched. Her gaze met his, a mixture of exhaustion, pleasure, and a hint of something wild in her eyes. She leaned against him, her body still trembling slightly.
“No, darling,” she whispered, her voice raspy. “You didn’t hurt me. Not at all.” A soft smile graced her lips. “It was… unexpected. But… not unwelcome.”
They eventually fell asleep.
Early morning, Ethan woke with morning wood lying next to his sleeping mom with her back facing him. He thought about last night and wanted her again. He was tempted to put it back inside her.
I shuffled right up to her and again took it out of his boxers and gave it a few strokes before pushing it against her labia.
He brought his cock up to her, pressing the tip against her labia, feeling the soft, warm flesh yield under his touch. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his hand, a faint tremor running through her body. He wanted to see her reaction, hear her gasp, feel her surrender.
He pushed gently, his cock sliding between her lips. It was warm, tight, and inviting. He could feel a slight dampness, a lingering reminder of their previous encounter. He pushed a little harder, feeling her muscles relax and accept his intrusion.
“Mmm,” she mumbled, her voice groggy with sleep. “Ethan?”
He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure if she was awake or still dreaming. He didn’t want to scare her, to ruin this delicate moment.
“Mom?” he whispered, his voice laced with a mixture of apprehension and desire.
She stirred slightly, her body turning towards him, her eyes fluttering open. She looked at him, her expression a mixture of surprise and confusion, her eyes still clouded with sleep.
“Ethan?” she whispered. “What… what are you doing? Didn’t you get enough last night? You love my pussy don’t you.”
Her words, laced with a hint of playful teasing, sent a jolt of electricity through him. He felt a surge of boldness, a newfound confidence fueled by her unexpected response. He held her hips, guiding her closer, his cock pressing deeper between her soft folds.
“I… I couldn’t help it,” he stammered, his voice husky with desire. “You feel so good, Mom. I can stop.”
“No sweetie… ahh… knock yourself out, honey,” Eleanor murmured, her voice a husky whisper against the morning air. Her eyes, still hazy with sleep, held a spark of mischief that Ethan found both exhilarating and terrifying.
He pushed forward, his cock sliding deeper into her warm, wet embrace. Her scent, a mixture of sweat and a familiar musk, filled his senses, driving him deeper into a state of primal desire. He started to move, slow and deliberate at first, savouring the feel of her tight, yielding flesh around him.
“Oh, Ethan,” she moaned, her fingers digging into the sheets as she shifted closer, her body urging him on. “You’re so strong, my boy. Ahh baby, give it to mommy.”
As he pumped hard the wet sounds of her sludgy pussy from last night were all swampy and sticky, his cock sliding in and out of her swampy cunt.
“Ungh.. take it,” he pumped in and out of her. “I could get used to this Mom.”
“Oh, Ethan,” she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. “I never thought I’d say this… but… oh God, you make me feel so good!”
He pulled out and laid her on her back and put each of her legs over his shoulders and lifted her ass off the floor a little.
He positioned himself between her legs and began to thrust again. This time he was much deeper inside her, his cock hitting the back of her pussy with each stroke. He could feel the wetness of their combined juices as they dripped down onto his balls.
“If I were you Mom I would hold on very tight, this is going to be rough,” he warned as he began to pound into her.
“Oh God, Ethan,” she cried out, her voice a hoarse whisper against the morning air. “I can feel every inch of you inside me. You’re stretching me so wide! Don’t stop! Oh my God, harder!”
He gritted his teeth and increased his pace, each thrust pushing deeper into her tight pussy. This was different from last night, he was going full force and pounding her hard.
“Ungh, Ummm,” he grunted and groaned as he smashed his mom hard. “Ungh fuck, come on Mom I know you can take it.”
“Ahh ahh YES…. OH FUCK,” her tits bounced out of her nightie as he fucked her harder and harder.
“Oh Ethan, I’m so fucking full of you,” she moaned. “I can feel every inch of your cock sliding in and out of me. It feels so fucking good!”
She was loving it, and he could tell by her responses that she was ready for more. He took a deep breath and gripped her hips tightly as he began to thrust harder into her, his movements becoming more forceful with each passing second. She has had rough sex in the past years ago, but not as intense as this.
“Oh God, Ethan,” she gasped, her voice ragged with pleasure. “You’re going to make me cum so hard! Oh my God!”
He didn’t respond; he was too focused on the task at hand. His cock was like a piston now, pumping in and out of her pussy with mechanical precision. He could feel every ripple and pulse as he drove deeper into her depths, pushing against the boundaries of their taboo relationship.
Ethan could hear his mother’s breathing grow heavier, her body trembling beneath him as he continued his relentless assault on her pussy. He felt her walls clench around his cock, tightening like a vice as her orgasm built to a crescendo.
“Oh fuck, Ethan! I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the tent as her body began to convulse beneath him.
He could feel his own release fast approaching, the pressure building in his balls as he rammed into her harder and faster. He wanted to fill her with his cum, to claim her as his own.
“Fuck, Mom! I’m going to cum too!” he growled, his hips snapping forward with a final, brutal thrust.
He buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he began to unload spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum directly into her womb. He could feel her pussy milking his shaft, her inner walls rippling and squeezing, drawing out every last drop of his seed.
“Oh God, Ethan! I can feel you cumming inside me!” she moaned, her voice heavy with satisfaction. “You’re filling me up so much! Ahhh!”
They held each other tightly as the intense waves of their shared orgasm crashed over them, their bodies entwined in a sweaty, primal embrace. Ethan’s cock continued to twitch and pulse inside her, pumping out every last drop of semen into her eager cunt.
As the aftershocks subsided, Ethan slowly pulled out of his mother’s pussy, his softening cock slick with their combined juices. He could see his own cum starting to ooze out of her well-fucked hole, a testament to the sheer volume he had unleashed inside her.
Eleanor smiled lazily up at him, her eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. “Mmm I think I’m finally satisfied…for now at least. You really know how to fuck a woman, son. I’m one lucky Mom to have a man so skilled and hung as you. You can use me as a cum bucket anytime.”
“You don’t mind… I mean it is wrong what I did with you isn’t it?” He asked, still panting from the intensity of their encounter.
Eleanor chuckled softly, her gaze meeting his with a warmth and understanding that belied the taboo nature of their relationship.
“You know, Ethan,” she said slowly, her voice soft but firm. “Sometimes life doesn’t always follow the rules we set for it.” She paused for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing. “There are times when we need to break free from societal constraints and expectations… to take risks and embrace our desires. But there is one thing, if we continue doing this, we can’t ever let your brothers and sisters know ok.”
“It’s our secret,” he promised, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. He didn’t know where this was going to lead, but he knew one thing for sure – there was no turning back now.