I’d been folding laundry when he came in—shoulders hunched, phone in hand, like it had personally betrayed him. His name’s Alex, twenty-two, tall and broad-shouldered like his dad, but still with that slightly lost look behind his eyes. It’s funny how even at that age, they can seem so young again. Like they need you to just fix it, like you used to when they scraped a knee or came home crying because someone said something cruel at school.
“She ended it,” he said, flatly. No drama, no tears. Just that. A quiet defeat.
I paused over a pair of boxers, something I’d stopped folding for him years ago. My top was a loose-knit grey tank that hung low at the chest, the soft cotton falling open slightly as I leaned down—unaware until his eyes flicked up then quickly away. I straightened, cheeks warm, pretending not to notice. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. At home, in this heat, I rarely did.
“Come here,” I said, patting the sofa beside me. He sank into it, heavy and awkward, like someone twice his size, shoulders slumped like all the fight had gone out of him.
“She said I was too clingy,” he muttered. “Like I cared too much.”
I ran a hand through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead like I used to when he was little. “That’s not a flaw, Alex. That’s just loving someone more than they deserved.”
He closed his eyes at that. A kind of relief flickered over his face. Maybe just to be seen.
After a moment, I spoke again, casually. “You know what you need?”
He glanced at me sideways, brows raised. “Vodka and a hammer?”
I laughed softly. “No. A tent, a firepit, and no signal.”
His face twisted. “Camping?”
“Yes. You and me. A weekend away. Clean air, cold beers, and nothing but trees and stars.”
He looked at me, really looked, like he was searching my face for a catch. “Seriously? You’d camp?”
“I did before you were born, smart-arse,” I teased. “And I still know how to pitch a tent. You forget, I taught you.”
His smile was small, but real. “And who’s carrying the gear?”
“You are, obviously,” I grinned. “But I’ll bring the marshmallows.”
There was a pause. He nodded, almost reluctantly, but something in him relaxed. A flicker of mischief, maybe, or hope. “Alright. Let’s go, Mum.”
We left early the next morning. I wore denim shorts that clung a little tighter now than they had a year ago, and a ribbed white vest that clung to my curves. I knew I still looked good, even for a woman in her forties. Alex loaded the car, throwing glances now and then that he probably thought I didn’t catch. Not quite guilty, not quite innocent. That mix of curiosity and hesitation that comes when someone sees you differently than they used to.
The drive was quiet, save for the low hum of music and the occasional question about how far the campsite was. It was tucked deep in a private woodland we’d been to once, years ago. No one else around. Just us.
We set up camp together, the air thick with pine and the hum of insects. His hands worked fast, practised. I watched him from across the clearing, sweat making his shirt cling, jaw tight with focus. He’d grown up so fast. Too fast. And yet there he was, looking at me like he didn’t know whether to ask something or keep pretending not to notice how my top dipped when I bent to unroll the sleeping bag.
“Erm, mum… where is the other sleeping bag?” he said searching round. I looked around I couldn’t find it. In all that rushing around I accidentally only brought one.
Alex frowned slightly, lifting the lid off the last rucksack. Just cutlery and a half-eaten pack of Hobnobs.
“Are you serious?” he said, straightening. “There’s only one.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh. “Looks like it.”
He looked at me, then at the tent, then back at the lone sleeping bag laid out on the foam mat. His mouth curled slightly—not quite a smile, more like disbelief. “And you thought I was the clingy one.”
I gave him a shove with my hip. “It was an accident.”
But it hadn’t been. Not entirely. I’d been in such a rush, so focused on coaxing him out of his heartbreak spiral, that part of me hadn’t even cared what I grabbed—only that we got out. And maybe, deep down, I hadn’t hated the idea of us being a little closer. A little warmer.
“Don’t worry,” I said, shrugging off my jacket. “You take it. I’ll curl up in the corner like a Victorian orphan.”
Alex raised an eyebrow. “Don’t be stupid.”
“I’ve slept on worse.”
“Yeah? When?”
I paused. “Well. Not recently. But—”
“Mum,” he said firmly, “you’ll freeze.”
He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled. The sun was already dipping behind the trees, painting everything gold. His face looked softer in that light. Less wounded. But still guarded.
“We’ll share it,” he said finally.
I blinked. “You sure?”
He nodded. “It’s wide enough. You’re not exactly a linebacker.”
I rolled my eyes but smiled. “Fine. But I get the side away from the zipper. I always roll out otherwise.”
He laughed at that. Just a small, genuine sound, but it warmed the space between us more than the fire had. I watched him bend to stoke the embers, the muscles in his back tightening beneath the damp fabric of his t-shirt. His shoulders were broader than I remembered. He’d been a lanky teenager only a few years ago, but now… he took up space in a way that startled me.
As darkness crept in, we sat close beside the fire, passing the marshmallows back and forth on skewers, smoke drifting between us. I felt the cool of the night slip between the gaps in my top, the way it hugged my chest tighter as the fabric cooled. Alex didn’t look directly at me, but his glances were unmistakable. Quick, then gone. Like he was checking something he shouldn’t.
And maybe I shouldn’t have noticed. But I did.
The fire cracked, and I shifted slightly, crossing my legs beneath me. The movement lifted my chest, and I saw his eyes flicker downward for a moment too long before he stood up quickly, brushing crumbs from his jeans.
“I’m gonna… go take a piss.”
“Charming,” I said, grinning at his back as he disappeared into the trees.
I leaned back on my hands and sighed. The stars were out now—clear, hard little diamonds against the black. I remembered camping with his father once, years ago. We’d made love in the back of a hatchback, clothes half-on, him whispering things that turned meaningless when the marriage fell apart.
But Alex wasn’t him. He was gentler. Quieter. And yet, in this strange, too-quiet moment, he felt older somehow. A man beside me—not just my son.
The real question was… what did that make me?
I got out of my clothes and just stayed in my knickers and t shirt.
When he returned, he didn’t sit right away. Just stood over the fire, warming his hands. His eyes were dark, unreadable now. But he looked at me—really looked—and I felt something settle between us. Not shame. Not fear. Just… something waiting. He stripped down to his boxers.
Later, in the tent, the silence was different. The woods hissed and rustled around us. I slid into the sleeping bag first, facing the canvas wall. When he joined, the bag stretched tighter. His chest brushed my back. His arm folded awkwardly at first—then settled across my waist.
“Is this okay?” he murmured, voice low.
I nodded as I wriggled my bottom accidently against him to get comfy. “Yeah.”
Alex’s breath hitched slightly as I wriggled against him, my soft bottom pressing into his groin by accident. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden stirring in his boxers which I felt press into me bum. I shifted again, trying to get comfortable. My t-shirt rode up, exposing the bare skin of my stomach. Alex’s hand rested just below my ribs, fingertips brushing the edge of my waistband of my knickers.
“Do you ever miss it mum,” he said which confused me. ‘Miss it’ what was it he was referring to.
“Miss what, love?” I asked, trying to sound casual. I felt his fingers tightening on my skin, a subtle warmth spreading through me.
His breath came out in a rush. “You know,” he mumbled, his gaze lingering on the curve of my hip. “Sex.”
I laughed softly, I wriggled a little. “Alex, don’t be ridiculous. I’m your mum. I… I can’t answer that.”
“But you do miss it, don’t you?” he said, his voice a husky whisper against my ear. His thumb stroked the curve of my hip bone, and I felt a shiver trace down my spine. He was right, I didn’t just miss it. I craved it. Needed it. What made it worse I felt his cock throb against my ass.
“You… you need to get rid of… that,” I said trying to change the subject.
“Get rid of it?” he scoffed, his voice rough with amusement. “You mean this?” He shifted, pressing his hardened length into me again, the pulsing heat making my breath catch. “How do I get rid of it?”
“Alex,” I said, trying to sound stern, but I felt a heat blooming low in my belly.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me, “You tell me, Mum. What do you want me to do with it?”
A laugh escaped my lips, breathless and a little unsteady. He was so deliciously reckless, so daring. It felt dangerous, exciting. “You’re so cocky, you know that?”
“Maybe I am,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “But do you want me to do anything about it?”
“Don’t be daft, Alex,” I said, but my voice was lighter than I intended. We still lay there spooning I didn’t even dare look at him. I could feel him slowly humping my bottom. Then I just gave in, I couldn’t believe what I did next. “You better not tell anyone about this Alex,” I slid my knickers down to my thighs and keeping them on, “come on just do what you need to do.”
He moved about behind me, then next thing I felt one hand lift one of my ass cheeks a little. Then I felt the head of his cock touching my labia from behind. He started to kiss the side of my neck as he slowly started to slid his cock inside of my pussy.
“Fuck, Mum,” he murmured against my skin, his breath a hot whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “Feels so goddam good. Can’t believe I am spooning you, ahh fuck your pussy is good.”
I arched into him, needing more, wanting him to push deeper. The feel of him inside me, filling me up, was exactly what I craved. He moaned again, a low growl that vibrated through our bodies. “Mmm, yeah, Mum,” he breathed, his hips starting to move with a restless urgency. “This is incredible.” His thrusts became more frequent, harder. I gripped the sleeping bag in my fist, as I lay there on my side taking his cock.
“Faster, Alex,” I hissed, my voice rough. “Faster, please.” He didn’t need to be told twice. He picked up the pace, his body a demanding, overwhelming force against mine. “Ahhh honey, you’re making my pussy feel so fucking good. You are a naughty…. ahhhhh naughty boy fucking mummy.”
“Fuck, Mum,” he panted, his voice strained. “I need to get on top so I can fuck you better.”
He pulled his cock out of me as I sat up I took my shirt and bra off. I fully slid my knickers off and laid on my back as he got on top of me.
He positioned himself between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him inside. With a low groan, he pushed forward, sinking into me inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed, his forehead resting against mine. “You’re so tight, Mum.”
I moaned loudly as he started to move, his hips rolling against mine in a steady rhythm. The feeling of him filling me up was incredible, better than anything I’d felt in years. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his chest as he thrust deeper.
“Alex, ahh… harder,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me.
“Fuck, Mum,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Your pussy feels amazing.” I moaned loudly, my head thrown back as he pounded into me. The feeling of his hard cock stretching me, filling me up, was incredible. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper, faster.
“Ahhh, Alex,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back. “You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop, please.”
He gritted his teeth, his hips pistoning forward with a frenzied intensity. “I can’t stop, Mum, Unngh, take my fucking dick,” he panted as he started to really ram it up my cunt fast and hard.
I moaned loudly as he pounded into me, my back arching off the sleeping bag. “Ahhh, Alex, yes, just like that. Give it to me harder.”
He obliged, his hips slamming into mine with a primal force that made the tent creak and groan around us. I could feel every thick inch of his cock stretching me, filling me up in a way that made my head spin.
“Fuck, Mum,” he grunted, his forehead pressed against mine as he thrust deeper. “Your cunt feels so good. So tight and wet.”
I was lost in the sensation, my mind hazy with pleasure. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, urging him on, my hips meeting his with a desperate need.
“Ahhh, yes, just like that,” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. Don’t stop, please.”
“Fuck, Mum,” he panted, his voice strained. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you. Fuck… hold on tight.” He started full on ramming me so hard and really fast my breasts bounce. I gave my clit a violent rub as I wanted to cum badly with him. I rubbed hard circles as his dick hammered my pussy, my boy was going to make me squirt.
Alex’s hips slammed into mine with a final, brutal thrust as he let out a guttural moan.”Fuck, Mum, I’m cumming!” Hiscock pulsed inside me, hot ropes of semen filling my pussy as he shuddered above me.The feeling of his release triggered my own orgasm, and I cried out, my body convulsing beneath him as I squirted hard, my juices mixing with his cum.
“Ahhhh, Alex!” Iscreamed, my voice echoing through the tent. “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me harder!” He obliged, his hips pistoning wildly as he rode out his orgasm and mine.The tent shook and swayed around us as we fucked each other senseless.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pleasure, Alex collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving. I lay beneath him, my body limp and spent.
Alex lay there for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. Slowly, he lifted himself off me, his softening cock slipping out of my well-fucked pussy with a wet sound. I could feel our combined juices leaking out of me, trickling down my thighs.
He rolled onto his side next to me, propping himself up on one elbow. His eyes roamed over my naked body, taking in the sight of my flushed skin and heaving breasts. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck, Mum,” he said softly, reaching out to trail a finger along my collarbone. “That was… intense.”
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. I looked up at him through hooded eyes. “It was,” I agreed.
Alex’s finger traced down my chest, between my breasts, and over my stomach. He paused at my navel before continuing lower, his touch feather-light. I shivered, a fresh wave of desire washing over me despite the aftermath of our intense lovemaking.
And that was the night I let my son have sex with me.