Finding out about my sons sick fantasy and the night we shared a bed

I knocked on his door and entered, waking my 18-year-old son for college. He was so lazy that I had to wake him up every morning. “Come on, sleepyhead, it’s time to get up,” I said, sighing as I saw the mess in his room.

Clothes were all over the floor, books were piled up on his desk, and empty snack wrappers were everywhere. The room stank of sweat and old food. It amazed me how he managed to live like this. I pulled back the curtains, letting the sunlight stream in and hit his face. He groaned and pulled the blanket over his head to block the light.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled from under the covers. I shook my head, smiling despite myself. This was our daily routine, something we had perfected over the years.

“Nope, you’ve already used up your five minutes,” I replied, yanking the blanket off him. “Get up, or you’ll be late.”

He finally sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking at me with annoyance and affection. “Alright, alright, I’m up,” he said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He was just in his boxers and could see his cock just peeking out the gap. I covered my face, “Son, I didn’t want to see that.”

“Now get showered and dressed and come downstairs. Breakfast is almost ready.” I left him to it, and I went back downstairs. Can’t believe I saw his cock, I couldn’t get it out of my head.

As I left his room, a wave of nostalgia hit me. My little boy Andy was growing up so fast. Soon, he’d be off to college, and these morning wake-up calls would be a thing of the past. I walked down the hallway, feeling a mix of pride and melancholy. Life was changing, but I’d cherish these simple moments for now.

Downstairs, the smell of bacon and eggs filled the air. I set the table, making sure everything was just right. Moments like this have made me feel connected to him, even if it was just over breakfast. Hearing his footsteps on the stairs, I turned and saw him still looking half-asleep but dressed and ready.

“Morning, Mom,” Andy mumbled, sitting at the table.

“Morning,” I replied, placing a plate before him. “Eat up. You’ve got a big day ahead.”

He started eating, and for a few minutes, we were both quiet, lost in our thoughts. I watched him, remembering the days when he was just a little boy running around the house, full of energy and questions. Now, he was almost a man, ready to take on the world.

“So, are you excited about college?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I guess,” he said between bites. “A little nervous, too.”

“That’s normal,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’re going to do great. Just be yourself and work hard. And remember, you can always call me if you need anything.”

He smiled, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the little boy he used to be. “Thanks, Mom,” he said. “I know.”

After breakfast, he grabbed his backpack and headed for the door. I followed him, feeling a lump in my throat. “Have a good day,” I said, giving him one last hug.

“You too,” he replied, hugging me back before walking out the door.

The morning went by in a blur of chores and errands. I dropped off some dry cleaning, picked up groceries, and swung by the post office. By the time I got back home, it was getting to the time he would be home soon. I tackled his room next, knowing it needed a serious cleaning.

As I entered his room, the smell hit me again. “How does he even breathe in here?” I muttered to myself, opening the windows wide. I started picking up clothes and sorting them into piles of laundry. Underneath the clutter, I found old assignments, crumpled notes, and a half-eaten sandwich that had seen better days. Disgusting. I seriously need to talk to him when he gets home.

I noticed his laptop was on, and curious, I opened it, and it was on a porn website. Omg, it was on a video called ‘Son fucks mom hard’. I went through his browser history. It was all mom-and-son porn. I need to have a word about this; he’s got a weird mind if he likes the thought of incest sex. He’s even been watching videos on sleep sex, ‘fucking mom in her sleep’, and I got back to cleaning.

After an hour of cleaning, the room finally looked livable. I sat on his bed, feeling exhausted but satisfied with the result. My phone buzzed with his text: “Hey, Mom, can you pick me up from practice? Coach, let us out early.”

“Sure, be there in 15, and we seriously need to talk,” I replied, grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

The drive to his college gave me some time to think. As much as I loved my son, his rebellious streak was starting to wear on me. I knew it was part of growing up, but sometimes, he pushed every boundary to see how far he could go. Also, now knowing he was into a weird fetish kind of scared me.

I pull up to the college, my heart racing as I think about the conversation I’m about to have with my son. I can’t believe what I found on his laptop, and I need to talk to him about it. I see him walking out of the practice field, his hair damp with sweat and a grin on his face. He jumps into the car, still breathless from practice.

“Hey, Mom,” he says, grinning at me. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my cool.

“Andy, we need to talk,” I say, my voice firm.

His grin fades, and he looks at me with concern. “What’s up, Mom?”

“I found something on your laptop,” I say, choosing my words carefully. “And it was…concerning.”

He looks at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “What do you mean?”

I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “I found some…pornography on your laptop,” I say, my voice firm. “And it was…concerning.”

He looks at me, his expression changing to one of guilt. “I can explain,” he says, his voice low.

I listen as he tells me about his fascination with incest porn. I feel disgusted, but I try to keep an open mind.

“I understand that this is a part of growing up,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm. “But this is something that we need to talk about.”

He nods, looking at me with a mixture of guilt and shame. “I understand,” he says, his voice low.

We drive silently for a few minutes, both lost in our thoughts. I can’t believe this is my conversation with my son. I never thought I would have to have this talk with him.

“You are a guy, I get it; you’re still young; find a girl. I am getting older, and you’re lucky I haven’t been with anyone in a while, but I don’t start wanting to have sex with you, do I,” I can’t believe I said that, but I had to.

I watch as Andy’s face turns bright red with embarrassment. I can tell he’s shocked by my words, but I know I must be honest. I noticed him messing with his crotch. Was he getting turned on by this?

I feel disgust wash over me as I realize what he’s doing. I can’t believe this conversation would turn my son on.

“Andy, stop that right now,” I say, my voice firm.

He looks up at me, guilt and shame etched on his face. “I’m sorry, Mom,” he mumbles. Omg, I could see the outline of his shaft. It was hard and strained against his jogging bottoms. I started to get a tingle between my legs. I pushed it aside as we drove into the driveway.

We went into the house, and we sat at the kitchen table after I made us a cup of coffee. “What is the fascination in watching videos about sons having sex with there sleeping moms, I get its made up for those sites. But why?” I said nervously to him as I was curious as to why he was watching this stuff.

Andy looked down at his hands, shame and guilt etched on his face. “I don’t know, Mom,” he mumbled. “I guess it’s just…exciting to me.”

“Listen, maybe I am overthinking all of this; I don’t mind you watching stuff like that; I just find it weird, I do, but you’re a young man. Be truthful, do you ever think of me in any way like that be truthful now,” I said as I put my cup down.

Andy looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. “You are hot, I mean beautiful,” he said, his voice shaking.

I felt a shock wave wash over me as I heard my son say those words to me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and didn’t know how to react.

“Andy, what are you saying?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He looked down at his hands, shame and guilt on his face. “I don’t know, Mom,” he mumbled. “I just…I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful, and I can’t help but think about you that way. Like you now in that skirt and your blouse slightly open, your cleavage, your legs, Mom, I can’t help it.” I felt myself getting wet. I had to end this conversation quickly; it’s starting to get out of hand.

I stood up abruptly, knocking over my coffee cup. “Andy, this is inappropriate. We can’t talk about this,” I said, trying to steady my voice.

Andy looked up at me, his eyes filled with guilt and sadness. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said, his voice quivering.

I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. I loved my son, but this was a conversation we shouldn’t be having. “It’s okay, Andy. We need to be careful about what we watch and talk about,” I said, picking up the broken pieces of the coffee cup.

Andy nodded, looking down at his hands. I could see the disappointment on his face. I knew he didn’t mean to hurt me, but this was a conversation we needed to avoid.

“Why don’t you go listen to some music in your room or do something before dinner,” I said, trying to change the subject.

Andy nodded and walked out of the kitchen. I leaned against the counter, feeling a mix of emotions. I loved my son, but this was a conversation we shouldn’t be having. My panties felt damp; why was this getting me wet?

I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. I was shocked, disgusted, and…a little turned on. I couldn’t believe my son had just confessed his attraction to me. I knew I needed to address this, but it wouldn’t be easy.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. I couldn’t let this affect our relationship. I needed to be firm but understanding. I walked upstairs to my room and closed the door behind me. I sat down on the bed and took a few deep breaths. I needed to figure out what to say.

After a few minutes, I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I needed to take a shower and clear my head. As I stepped under the hot water, I couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. I knew I needed to talk to Andy, but it wouldn’t be easy.

As I washed my body, soaping up my tits, I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it. I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me. I imagined Andy’s hands on my body, his lips on my neck. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. My hand was between my legs as I rubbed my clit. Mmm it felt good, I haven’t had sex in a long while. Nope, I stopped rubbing my wet cunt, and I opened my eyes and shook my head. I couldn’t let myself go down this path.

I finished my shower and dried off. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked back to my room. I needed to talk to Andy but didn’t know where to start. I sat down on the bed and took a few deep breaths. I needed to be firm but understanding.

There was a knock on my bedroom door, and I knew it was Andy. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. “Come in,” I said, my voice firm.

He walked in and saw me sitting on my bed in just a towel, and his eyes were fixated on the bottom of the towel, which barely covered my hairy pussy.

“What do you want, Andy? My eyes are up here,” I said as he seemed to snap out of the trance.

“I just came to remind you, have you forgotten about Aunt Julie’s wedding tomorrow? We were supposed to get a hotel, but it would be too late to drive back as it’s also a long drive. If it’s going to be awkward, I won’t go, Mom, “

I looked at him, surprised by his words. “No, I haven’t forgotten,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I was just thinking about what we need to pack.”

Andy looked at me, relief washing over his face. “Okay, good,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure.”

I nodded, feeling a mixture of emotions. I was glad that we were still going to the wedding, but I couldn’t shake off the conversation we’d just had.

I caught him looking between my legs again, and I decided to cross my legs. His jogging bottoms were like a tent; something got him hard down there, maybe with him perving up my towel, my own son with uncontrollable hormones.

As the night went on, we had food and an early night because of the long drive ahead. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions as I lay in bed that night. I loved my son, but this was a difficult situation to navigate. I, too was caught up by it with the moment I had in the shower.

We woke up early the following day and hit the road for Aunt Julie’s wedding. The drive was long, but we had a good time. As we approached the venue, I felt my heart racing excitedly. It was a beautiful day, and the venue was stunning.

As we walked into the ceremony, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions.

Throughout the ceremony and reception, I kept a close eye on Andy. I could tell that he was a little uncomfortable, but he tried his best to put on a brave face. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of love and concern for him.

We danced and celebrated with family and friends as the night went on. I could see the joy in Andy’s eyes as he danced with his cousins and friends. I knew this was a special moment for him, and I wanted to ensure he enjoyed every minute of it.

As the night ended, I left, and it was late as we headed for the hotel. When we got to the hotel reception, there was no room apart from a room with one bed.

“I’m sorry, but all the double rooms are booked. We only have one room left,” the hotel receptionist said apologetically.

My heart sank as I turned to Andy. “It looks like there’s just one bed tonight,” I said, trying to keep my voice cheerful.

He looked at me, worry etched on his face. “I can take the couch,” he suggested.

I shook my head, smiling to reassure him. “No, it’s fine. We’re both adults. We’ll manage.”

I go to the bathroom to get changed. I take off my bra and panties and slip into my pink nightie. Then I remembered that I always slept in a nightie and had no underwear, but I was sharing the bed with my son. I brush the thought aside, saying that nothing can or will happen.

I walked back into the room. Andy was now wearing a pair of loose-fitting pyjama pants and topless. I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric of his pants, and I felt a surge of desire wash over me. It looked big; no, I shouldn’t think this stuff.

We both got into bed, and I lay on my side. Then, all of a sudden, Andy put his arm around me as we lay in a spoon position, and he hugged me from behind. “Am sorry, Mom, about my behaviour lately”, he said.

I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he lay behind me. I tried to ignore the feelings coursing through my body, but it was useless. I could feel my pussy growing wetter by the second as I felt his cock pressed against my ass.

I let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions. I loved my son, but this was a confusing situation. I could feel his cock pressed against my ass, and I couldn’t ignore the desire coursing through my body.

“It’s okay, Andy,” I said, my voice soft. “We all have our moments of weakness.”

He tightened his hold around me, and I could feel his breath against my neck. I could feel his cock growing harder as he pressed it against my ass.

“Andy, I can feel it pressing against me,” I said, softly sighing. ” I am… I am sorry, Mom,” he said quickly. I was so turned on, but I couldn’t. He’s my boy. But my pussy needed cock. My heart pounding, I took a deep breath, and my hand reached behind me.

“This is between us both ok, don’t tell anyone about this,” I said as I reached for the waistband of his PJs and freed his cock. I started stroking it. I pushed my ass back against him and lifted my nightie a little. I guided his precum cock to my pussy as I pressed my ass back further so he pierced my pussy “Ughh,” I moaned.

“Wow, you sure, Mom? I mean, I am a virgin; I may not last long,” omg, I can’t believe I am letting him fuck me; he’s a virgin too, well, not no more. I really didn’t want to be his first. “Just go slowly, Andy. Take your time,” I said as I felt his hands on my hips as he slowly slid his cock in and out of me.

As Andy began to move inside me, I couldn’t help but let out a series of moans. “Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I said, my voice husky with pleasure. “Don’t stop, Andy, just like that.”

His hips began to move faster as he started to thrust deeper inside me. “Oh god, Mom, you feel so good,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure.

I reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. “Fuck me harder, Andy. I want to feel you inside me,” I said, my voice growing louder with each thrust.

He began to pound into me, his hips moving at a furious pace. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to cum, Mom. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

“Cum inside me, Andy. I want to feel you fill me up,” I said, my voice growing louder with each thrust.

With one final thrust, Andy let out a loud groan as he filled me up with his cum. “Oh fuck, Mom, that was amazing,” he said, his voice breathless with pleasure.

10 minutes later, he was hard again; this time, he got on top of me. “Round 2, Mom, is that ok? You ready?”

“Yes, Andy. I’m ready for round two,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

Andy positioned himself on top of me, his cock sliding easily into my wet pussy. He began to thrust in and out, his hips moving with a steady rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me.

“Oh, this is so good; I could get used to fucking you, Mom,” Andy moaned, his breath hot against my neck. I could feel his cock hitting my G-spot with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The bed squeaked as he pounded into the squelchy sounds of his dick sliding in and out of my pussy from it being sticky from the previous fucking he gave me.

“Ughh yes, mmmmm fuck mommy harder, suck my tits and fuck mommy good,” I was so loving it, maybe a little too much.

I raked my nails down Andy’s back, pulling him closer to me. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my chest as he pounded into me. I matched his rhythm, my hips thrusting up to meet his.

His thrusts became more intense, his hips slamming into me with each stroke. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My legs were tightly around his waist as he leaned down and sucked my tits while he fucked me harder.

“I’m going to cum again, Mom,” Andy warned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. “I can’t hold back.” I wanted him to keep going, “Please, not yet concentrate… mmmm, keep fucking me,” I pleaded as his cock felt incredible. I wanted to see if he could make me squirt, so we changed positions, and I got on all fours.

As I got on all fours, Andy positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto his cock. He started to fuck me harder, his hips slamming into me with each stroke. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me.

I reached down and started to play with my clit, rubbing it in circles as Andy fucked me harder. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Argh, fuck, god am going to pound that hairy pussy of yours”, he grunted as he slammed me harder as my fingers rubbed my clit harder. Hearing him talk like this shocked me; I was his mom. But it also drove me wild.

“Fuck, Mom, you’re so wet. I can’t believe I’m fucking you like this,” Andy groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me. He slapped my ass, “Oh sweetie fuck me harder, mmmm fuck, you like fucking mommy don’t you talk dirty to me please please,” I begged. What was wrong with me? It was turning me on, and I was about to squirt over his dick.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My body trembled as I felt an intense wave of pleasure building inside me. “I’m going to cum, Andy. Oh god, I’m going to cum,” I moaned, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

“You fucking naughty boy, ah ugh mmmmm fuck fuck oh fuck, Andy baby mmmm, you like mommy’s pussy,” I urged him and wanted him to fuck me senseless.

With one final thrust, I let out a loud cry as I came hard around Andy’s cock. Soaking us in my pussy juice. My body shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Andy groaned as he felt me clenching around him, his hips still moving as he chased his own orgasm.

A few moments later, Andy let out a loud groan and deep grunt, “Argh, Ungh”, as he filled me up with his cum. Spurt after spurt painting the inside of my pussy with his cum.

He pulled out his cock, and we lay silent from the intense orgasm. We lay there silently for a few minutes, both lost in our thoughts. I couldn’t believe what had just happened and didn’t know what to do.

My hands ran through my hair, “wow, oh my, I so needed that; I guess you’re a man now, sweetheart”, I said as I good still felt tingles in my pussy.

Andy looked at me, his expression a mix of guilt and satisfaction. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean for it to happen. But I can’t deny that I’ve been thinking about it for a while now.”

I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. I loved my son, but this was a difficult situation to navigate. “Andy, we shouldn’t have done this. But I really enjoyed it; if we ever do it again, we need to be careful, ok, and it’s between you and me. Do not tell anyone.”

I felt his hand rub between my legs and my sticky pussy; he smiled. “Oh, I won’t tell anyone, Mom,” he said as he kissed my neck.

Let’s just say we didn’t get any sleep that night.