The dim glow of the television flickered across Sarah’s face as she slumped on the couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey clutched in her hand. Her once vibrant eyes were now dull and lifeless, mirroring the emptiness that consumed her soul. The house was silent, save for the muffled sobs that escaped her lips as she took another swig from the bottle.
Sarah’s blonde hair, usually styled and maintained, hung limp and unwashed around her shoulders. Her clothes, a faded t-shirt and sweatpants, hung loosely on her frail frame. The weight of her depression had taken a toll, both physically and emotionally.
As she stared blankly at the TV, a knock at the door startled her. She hesitated, debating whether to ignore it or not. The knocking persisted, growing louder and more insistent. With a sigh, Sarah dragged herself off the couch and stumbled to the door, whiskey bottle still in hand.
She goes down the hall past her sons room, Mathew she can hear panting. She pushes his door open. Sarah’s heart skipped a beat as she pushed open Matthew’s bedroom door. Thesight that greeted her was one she had never expected. Her son, now a teenager, lay on his bed, his hand moving rhythmically beneath the sheets. His face was flushed, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he pleasured himself.Sarah stood frozen in the doorway, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Apart of her wanted to turn away, to give Matthew his privacy, but another part was transfixed by the scene unfolding before her. She couldn’t deny the stirring of something within her, a longing she had long suppressed.
Matthew’s eyes fluttered open, and he froze as he saw his mother standing there. For a moment, neither of them moved, the air thick with tension. Then, slowly, Sarah stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She took another swig from the whiskey bottle, her eyes never leaving Matthew’s flushed face.
Sarah’s gaze lingered on Matthew, taking in his flushed cheeks and labored breathing. She could see the outline of his hand beneath the sheets, moving slowly now, hesitant.The whiskey in her hand seemed to burn as she gripped it tighter, a sudden heat spreading through her body that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
“What are you doing, Matthew? Naughty naughty horny boy,” she asked, her voice low and husky. Shetook a step closer to the bed, the floorboards creaking beneath her feet. Matthew swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
“I…I didn’t think you’d be home,” he stammered, his eyes darting nervously between Sarah and the door. Sarah’s lips curved into a small, sad smile.
“And if I hadn’t come home?” she asked, taking another step closer. She sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath her weight.
Matthew’s heart raced as he watched his mother sit down on the edge of his bed.The whiskey bottle dangled from her fingers, the amber liquid sloshing gently inside.He could smell the alcohol on her breath, mingling with the faint scent of her perfume. It was a heady combination, making his head spin and his thoughts grow hazy.
“I…I don’tknow,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He shifted uncomfortably beneath the sheets, his erection still prominent despite his embarrassment. Sarah’s gaze flicked down to his lap, and she felt a surge of heat between her own legs.
“You’re a grown boy now, aren’t you Matthew?” she said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead.Her fingers lingered on his skin, tracing the contours of his face. “A grown boy with grown boy needs. 18 and caught masturbating by your mother.”
Matthew’s breath hitched as his mother’s fingers brushed against his skin, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He nodded slowly, his eyes locked onto hers. The sadness and emptiness that had once filled her gaze seemed to be replaced by something else, something darker and more intense.”Yes,Mom,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.
“I’m a grown man now not a boy.” Sarah’s hand moved from his forehead, trailing down the side of his face and neck, her fingertips grazing his collarbone.
Sarah’s hand continued its slow descent, her fingers brushing against the bare skin of Matthew’s chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her touch, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.The whiskey bottle slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor as she leaned in closer, her face inches from his.
“You’re right, Matthew,” she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re not a boy anymore.You’re a man, with a man’s desires.” Her hand slid lower, tracing the ridges of his abdomen before coming to rest on the edge of the sheets that covered his hips.
She pulled the sheet down and revealed his hand around his shaft as his cock was still hard. Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as Matthew’s erection was revealed, thick and hard against his stomach. She could see the veins pulsing along its length, the tip glistening with precum. It was a sight that both shocked and aroused her, the whiskey coursing through her veins fueling her desire.
“Look at you,” she whispered, her voice husky with need. “So big and hard, all for me.” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, feeling the heat of his skin against her palm. Matthew gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily at her touch.
Sarah began to stroke him slowly, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock, smearing the precum that leaked from the tip. She watched his face, relishing the way his eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted on a moan. The sound sent a thrill through her, awakening something primal and hungry within her.
“Ahh mom…” he moaned as she continued to stroke his cock.
Sarah’s hand moved slowly up and down Matthew’s shaft, her grip firm and steady. She could feel the heat of his skin, the pulse of his heartbeat against her palm. Matthew’s moans grew louder, his hips thrusting into her hand as she pleasured him.Sarah leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered,”Does that feel good, baby? Does Mommy’s hand make you feel good?”
“Yes,” Matthew gasped, his head falling back against the pillow. “Oh god, yes. I wish I could…. Nevermind,” Sarah’s other hand slid beneath the sheets, cupping Matthew’s balls and rolling them gently in her palm.
“I know what you wish. You want mommys fanny dont you?” She said as she felt her pussy throb.
Sarah’s words sent a surge of heat through Matthew’s body, his cock twitching in her hand. He looked up at her, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of desire and disbelief. “Mom…I…” he trailed off, unsure of how to respond.
Sarah’s hand continued to work his shaft, her touch confident and skilled. She could see the effect she was having on him, the way his chest heaved with each breath, the flush spreading across his cheeks. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she held such power over him.
“Do you want to see Mommy’s fanny, Matthew?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. Without waiting for an answer, she stood up and turned around, slowly lifting her shirt to reveal the curve of her back and the swell of her bottom.
Matthew’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of his mother’s bare skin.
Sarah’s shirt inched higher, revealing the smooth expanse of her back and the gentle curve of her waist. Matthew’s eyes widened as she lifted the fabric over her head, tossing it aside to expose her bare breasts.They were full and round, the nipples hardened into tight peaks.Sarah reached back, unhooking her bra with a flick of her wrist and letting it fall away.
She turned to face Matthew, her hands on her hips as she stood before him in nothing but her sweatpants. The dim light of the bedroom cast shadows across her curves, accentuating the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Matthew’s gaze traveled down her body, taking in every inch of exposed skin.
Slowly, Sarah hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sweatpants, pushing them down over her hips.She stepped out of them, kicking them aside to stand completely naked before her son.
Sarah’s naked body was a sight to behold. Her skin was pale and smooth, unblemished by the ravages of time or the harsh realities of her life. Her breasts were full and heavy, the nipples a dark pink against the creamy expanse of her flesh. Her waist was narrow, flaring out into the gentle curve of her hips. And between her legs, a thatch of blonde curls hid the secrets of her womanhood.
Matthew’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother’s naked form. He had never seen her like this before, never imagined that she could be so beautiful, so desirable. His cock throbbed in his hand, aching with a need that consumed him.
Sarah stepped closer to the bed, her hips swaying gently with each step. She climbed onto the mattress, crawling towards Matthew on her hands and knees. Herbreasts hung heavy beneath her, the nipples grazing the sheets as she moved.
Sarah crawled closer to Matthew, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the way his pupils dilated as he drank in the sight of her naked body. It sent a thrill through her, a sense of power and desire that she hadn’t felt in years.As she reached him, she sat back on her heels, spreading her legs slightly. Matthew’s gaze dropped to the juncture of her thighs, where a thin strip of blonde hair led to the pink folds of her pussy. She was already wet, the juices glistening on her skin.
“Touch me, Matthew,” she whispered, her voice husky with need.
“Touch your mother’s fanny. I want to sit on that cock.” Matthew hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over her thigh. Then, slowly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her inner thigh. Sarah shivered at the contact, her hips shifting slightly as she opened herself up to him.
Matthew’s fingers trembled as he traced the contours of his mother’s thigh, the softness of her skin sending electric shocks through his body. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. His cock throbbed painfully, pre-cum leaking from the tip as he struggled to control himself.
Slowly, hesitantly, Matthew’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the damp curls at the juncture of Sarah’s thighs. She gasped softly, her hips jerking slightly at the contact. Encouraged by her response, Matthew’s fingers delved deeper, parting the slick folds of her pussy to reveal the glistening pink flesh within.
Sarah moaned softly as Matthew’s fingers explored her most intimate area, her head falling back as she savored the sensation.She was so wet, so ready for him.
Matthew’s fingers probed gently, feeling the silky smoothness of his mother’s inner lips. He could feel the heat of her, the pulse of her desire as she arched into his touch. His thumb brushed against her clit, and Sarah gasped, her hips bucking sharply. Matthew froze, unsure if he had hurt her, but Sarah’s moan of pleasure told him otherwise.
“That’s it, baby,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “Touch Mommy’s clit. Make me feel good.” Matthew’s fingers moved more confidently now, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Sarah’s breath came in short, sharp gasps, her breasts heaving with each inhale. Her hands gripped the sheets beneath her, knuckles white with the effort of holding back. Matthew’s other hand slid lower, his fingers slipping easily into Sarah’s wet heat. She was so tight, so hot, that he couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.
She then straddled him just above his cock as she gripped his cock and held it still as she lowered down.
Sarah’s breath hitched as she felt the head of Matthew’s cock pressing against her entrance.She was so wet, so ready for him, that she knew it wouldn’t hurt. Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered herself onto him, feeling the thick shaft stretching her open. Matthew’s fingers dug into her hips, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she enveloped him in her heat.
“Oh god, Mom,” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. “You’re so tight.So fucking perfect.” Sarah’s hands braced against his chest as she began to move, lifting herself up before sinking back down onto his cock. Sheset a slow, steady rhythm, savoring the feeling of being filled so completely.
Matthew’s hips thrust up to meet hers, his cock driving deeper with each downward motion. Sarah’s breasts bounced with the force of their movements, the nipples hardened into tight peaks.
Sarah’s hips rolled in slow, sensual circles, grinding her pelvis against Matthew’s. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her in a way she hadn’t been filled in years. Her inner walls clenched around his shaft, milking him, urging him deeper.
“Fuck, Mom,” Matthew gasped, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re so wet. So fucking hot.” His words sent a shiver down Sarah’s spine, fueling the fire that burned within her.She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear.
“That’s right, baby. Mommy’s pussy is all yours.Fuck me hard.Show me what a big, strong man you are.” Matthew growled, his hips snapping up to meet hers with renewed vigor. He thrust into her wildly, his cock pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. He rolled them over so he was on top of her with his dick still deep inside.
Sarah’s back arched as Matthew drove into her, his thick cock hitting depths she hadn’t felt in years. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as she urged him on.”Yes, just like that!” she cried, her voice hoarse with pleasure. “Fuck me, Matthew. Make me yours.”
Matthew’s hips slammed against hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure coiling in his balls, but he held back, wanting to prolong this moment with his mother.He wanted to savor every second of being inside her, of feeling her tight pussy gripping him like a velvet glove.
Sarah’s legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she pulled him deeper.She could feel her own release approaching, the tension in her core winding tighter and tighter. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a desperate plea.
Matthew’s thrusts became more urgent, his hips pistoning in and out of Sarah’s soaked pussy with reckless abandon. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner walls fluttering as her orgasm approached.
“Cum for me, Mom,” he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “Cum all over my cock.”
Sarah’s back arched off the bed, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around Matthew’s shaft, milking him, urging him to join her in ecstasy. With a final thrust, Matthew buried himself deep inside Sarah’s convulsing pussy, his own orgasm ripping through him. He spilled himself inside her, his hot seed flooding her womb as he shuddered and groaned above her.They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slicked skin.