It was a Friday night, and I had just turned 21. My mom and I decided to celebrate my newfound freedom with a bottle of whisky. We settled down in the living room, the fire crackling in the fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Mom was dressed in her favourite short nightie, a glass of whisky in her hand, and a smile on her face.
We clinked our glasses together, and I took a sip, savouring the smoky taste as it burned down my throat. Mom laughed, and I could tell she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled.
As the night wore on, the bottle of whisky slowly emptied, and our conversation flowed more freely. Mom started to open up, sharing stories from her past that I had never heard before. She seemed a little vulnerable in her short nightie, and I couldn’t help but feel protective of her.
“Carl, thank… thank you for… tonight honey,” she said, trying to pour another whisky. Her cleavage stood out, and I tried not to look. She fumbled with the bottle, the neck clinking against the rim of her glass, a little whisky sloshing onto the coaster.
“Whoa, careful there, Mom,” I said, reaching out instinctively to steady her hand. My fingers brushed hers, warm and soft. Her skin felt almost feverish.
She giggled, a little too loud, and leaned into my touch. “Oh, clumsy me,” she mumbled, finally managing to pour a shaky amount. She didn’t pull away, her hand lingering close to mine. “No, really. It’s… it’s been a long time since I felt so… relaxed. God I need to get laid… sorry ignore your silly old mother.”
I was taken aback by her honesty and her sudden vulnerability. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew I needed to be there for her. I took her hand in mine, and she looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of something else. My cock started to get hard, no I can’t get hard over my mom.
“Mom, it’s okay. We all have needs,” I said softly. “And if you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here for you.”
She squeezed my hand and smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made my heart swell. “Thank you, Carl. You’re a good son. I’m so lucky to have you. I better take my fat ass to bed soon.”
“Your not fat. Come on, Mom,” I said, my voice a little rougher than I intended, trying to inject some normalcy into the situation, but was hard with my trousers tenting. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had a long day.”
I stood up, careful not to make a sudden movement that might startle her. My eyes flicked to her chest again, the outline of her breast straining against the thin fabric of her nightie, making it hard to keep my gaze from lingering. I felt a pang of guilt, a twisting sensation in my gut, but it was quickly overshadowed by a wave of desire that I couldn’t shake. “Good lord,” I muttered under my breath, mentally kicking myself, and then she saw my hard on.
She saw it. Her eyes, already sparkling from the whisky, dropped from my face to the obvious bulge straining against my jeans. For a moment, she just stared, the smile faltering, replaced by a slow-dawning awareness. My heart hammered against my ribs, convinced she was about to explode with embarrassment, or worse, disgust.
But then, a strange expression crossed her face. A blush rose on her own cheeks, mirroring mine, but it wasn’t a blush of shame. It was… something else. A flicker of surprise, a hint of understanding, and then, a small, almost wistful smile.
“Oh, Carl,” she whispered, her voice a little softer now, less slurred, as if the sudden reality had momentarily cut through the haze. She didn’t look away from my lap, not immediately. “My poor boy.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Mom, I… I’m sorry. It’s just…” My mind was a blank. How could I explain this? The blood rushed to my head, and I felt a wave of nausea.
She finally lifted her gaze back to my face, her eyes still holding that unreadable mix of emotions. “No, honey,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady now, though still quiet. She reached out, her fingers warm and gentle as they settled over my hand, which was still holding hers. She squeezed it lightly. “Don’t apologize. It’s… it’s natural. Fuck… if you wasn’t my son right now… ah fuck.”
Not sure why I said what I said next but I did, “well Mom, there is only me and you here. Sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”
She chuckled as she looked down at my crotch, “I mean it be a shame for that to go to waste.”
I felt my heart pounding as I looked at her, unsure what to do next. This was wrong, so wrong, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I could practically feel her eyes burning into my erection. Wait… was she willing to let me fuck her.
My mom slowly got up and leaned in close and whispered, “You’re a young man now Carl. These things happen.” She boldly reached out and grabbed my cock through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze. I let out a small moan, my mind reeling. This can’t be happening.
“Mom, please, we shouldn’t…” I started but she cut me off with a deep, lusty kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against mine. I froze for a moment, then my teenage hormones took over and I kissed her back, my tongue slipping into her mouth. She tasted like whiskey and sin.
Our kiss broke and she looked up at me with hooded eyes. “Shhh, just relax honey. Let Mommy take care of you.” Her hands deftly unbuttoned my jeans and tugged down my zipper. My cock sprang free, throbbing and practically pulsing with need. She wrapped one hand around it and started stroking slowly. I groaned and thrust into her grip, already lost to the pleasure.
She coaxed me onto my back on the couch, never stopping her ministrations on my rigid shaft. “You’re so big and hard for me baby boy,” she purred, licking her lips. “I need a taste.”
And then she was kneeling between my legs, her face level with my aching cock. She looked up at me from under her lashes as she flicked her tongue out to lap at the swollen head. I nearly came undone right then.
“Ohhh fuuuck Mom,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in her hair. She smiled wickedly around my cock and then took me deep into her mouth. The wet heat enveloping me was indescribable. She bobbed her head, sucking me with lewd slurps and hollowing her cheeks. I guided her head, fucking her face with abandon as she took me to the hilt again and again.
“Mmmph!” She gagged a little as I hit the back of her throat but didn’t stop. If anything, she sucked harder, working her tongue along the sensitive underside. My balls drew up tight. I was going to blow.
“Mom, I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I warned her, she pulled back and pulled her skirt up abit and pulled her panties to the side and straddled me.
My mom climbed on top and slid my cock into her wet pussy. She gripped my shoulders as she rode me hard, her breasts bouncing in my face. I couldn’t believe this was happening, my mom, my own mother, was riding my cock like a pro.
My heart raced as I watched Mom ride me, her curvy body glistening with a sheen of sweat. The sight of her full tits bouncing in my face was too much to resist. I leaned forward and captured one hard nipple between my lips, sucking and nibbling. She cried out and gripped my hair, holding me against her heaving chest.
“Oh Carl!” She gasped, her pussy squeezing my cock like a vice. “Yes baby, just like that! Suck on Mommy’s tits!”
I groaned around her nipple, the filthy words spurring me on. My hands slid down to grasp her wide, child-bearing hips, helping her grind herself onto my throbbing shaft. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room, mixing with our grunts and moans of pleasure.
Mom threw her head back, her long hair spilling down her arched back as she rode me harder. The nightie was rucked up around her waist now, putting her glistening sex on full display. I watched, entranced, as my cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole, her plump lips clinging to my shaft.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I rasped, my voice rough with lust. “Gonna cum in Mommy’s tight cunt, huh? You want that baby boy?”
“Yes!” She practically sobbed, her hips undulating frantically. “Give Mommy that cum! Fill me up!”
With a roar, I sat up, crushing her to my chest as I hammered into her from below. I could feel my release building, my balls drawing up tight. Mom wailed as I hit her g-spot dead on, her pussy spasming around me.
“Fuck, I’m cummin!” I snarled, my voice muffled against her bouncing tits. “Gonna pump you full, Mom!”
Mom screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clamping down on my cock like a molten vise. I erupted with a guttural groan, spurt after spurt of hot cum flooding her convulsing channel. She milked me dry, her greedy hole wringing every last drop from my spasming shaft.
We collapsed together, panting and twitching with aftershocks. Mom nuzzled into my neck, her breath hot on my skin.
“My good boy,” she murmured drowsily, her cunt still fluttering around my spent cock. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”
I shivered at her words, a confusing mix of emotions flooding through me – pleasure, guilt, love, shame. What had we just done?
But as Mom drifted off in my arms, a soft smile on her face, I knew one thing for certain – this was only the beginning. The forbidden line had been crossed, and now I craved more. I needed to make my mother mine, wholly and completely.
And I would. Oh, I definitely would.
I knew deep down that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be feeling this way about my own mother. But the taboo nature of it all just made it that much hotter. I couldn’t get the image of her bouncing on my cock out of my head, her tits in my mouth, her pussy gripping me so tightly. I practically drooled thinking about it.
Over the next few weeks, Mom and I carried on a secret affair, sneaking around for stolen moments of passion. A quick hand job in the laundry room. A blowjob in the pantry after dinner. A hard and fast fuck against the wall in the garage, she never once turning down my advances.
She was insatiable, always ready and eager for me. And I matched her desire with my own teenage libido. I couldn’t get enough of her. Every inch of her body was a mystery I was determined to map with my tongue and fingers.
I still felt guilty every time I slid inside her, stifling my moans into her neck so we wouldn’t get caught. But it just made it feel that much hotter. Like we were doing something dirty and wrong and depraved.
And it was so good, so fucking good. The way her pussy squeezed me, so slick and tight. The little mewling noises she made as I fucked her, urging me on. How she tasted, smelt, felt pressed against me, all soft and warm and womanly.
I craved her like a drug. Needed it. Needed her.
And she needed me too, I knew she did. Her body couldn’t contain its hunger for me, flaring to life at just the brush of my hand. She’d practically melt into a puddle of lust if I even looked at her the right way. Like she was mine for the taking.
My mother was mine now. My personal plaything and fuck doll. And I was going to use her just like that until I was fully satisfied. No matter how many times I pumped my cum into her.
She was Mommy now, after all. And Mommy would take care of me. Just like always.