The house was too quiet. It had been that way for months now, but tonight, the silence felt suffocating. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the cold mug of tea in front of me, its pale skin forming on the surface. The overhead light buzzed faintly, a sound I’d never noticed before. My fingers traced the grain of the wood as if I could distract myself from the hollow ache that had burrowed into my chest since the day he left.
David’s departure had been abrupt—cruel. One minute we were making dinner plans and the next, he confessed about her. Someone younger. Someone exciting. I wouldn’t say I liked that word. Exciting. As if years of marriage, raising Jason, and building a life together had dulled me into something unworthy of love.
I reached for my phone. My hand hovered for a moment, hesitant. Jason had his own life now—married, living in the city, busy with work. I didn’t want to burden him with my loneliness. But the weight of it all was unbearable tonight. My thumb swiped across the screen, and before I could overthink it, I dialled his number.
“Hey, Mom,” Jason answered after a few rings, his voice warm but slightly distracted.
“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Am I catching you at a bad time?”
“No, not at all,” he said, and I heard him shifting, maybe moving to a quieter spot. “What’s up?”
I hesitated, the words sticking in my throat. I didn’t want to sound desperate, but I was. “I just… I was thinking about you. It’s been a while since we talked.”
He softened immediately. “Yeah, it has. How are you holding up?”
“I’m… fine.” The lie tasted bitter. “It’s just quiet here, you know? I miss having someone around.”
There was a pause. I imagined him glancing at his wife, maybe mouthing an apology for being on the phone too long.
“Mom,” he said finally, his tone gentle, “how about I come down this weekend? Just me. We can hang out, and catch up.”
My breath caught. “You’d do that?”
“Of course,” he said, a smile evident in his voice. “I’ll be there Friday evening.”
When Jason arrived, I practically melted into his hug. He smelled faintly of cologne and the city—something clean and sharp.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, squeezing me tightly. “You look good.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You don’t have to lie.”
“I’m not,” he said, stepping back to look at me. His eyes were warm, and for the first time in ages, I felt a little lighter.
We spent the first evening just talking. I made lasagna, his favourite, and we sat at the table as we used to when he was a teenager, joking about my overcooked garlic bread and his never-ending appetite. He told me about work, about the city, about how he and his wife were planning a small vacation soon.
I listened, genuinely interested, but there was a nagging guilt in the back of my mind. I was stealing time from his life, his marriage. But every time I tried to apologize, he waved it off.
“Stop it, Mom,” he said. “I wanted to come. It’s good to be here.”
The second night, we decided to watch movies. Jason found some old DVDs in the cabinet—classics we used to watch together when he was younger. I poured us both glasses of wine, and by the second movie, we were laughing more than watching.
“Do you remember when you used to make me rewind this scene like ten times?” Jason said, pointing at the screen.
I giggled, a sound that felt foreign and wonderful all at once. “You were obsessed with it!”
He grinned, taking a sip of his wine. “I was a weird kid.”
“You were perfect,” I said, my voice softer. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable, but he smiled.
By the third glass of wine, I was feeling giddy. It was like the heavy blanket of sadness I’d been dragging around had lifted, just for a little while. Jason teased me about how tipsy I was, and I shot back playful jabs, something I hadn’t done in ages.
At one point, I poked his arm after he made a joke about my cooking. “You’re lucky I didn’t burn the lasagna!” I said, laughing.
“Oh, is that so?” he said, raising an eyebrow. Before I could respond, his hands darted to my sides, and he started tickling me.
“Jason!” I shrieked, laughing uncontrollably. “Stop it! I’m too old for this!”
“Never too old,” he said, grinning as he kept going. The tickling turned into wrestling until finally, he was on top of me.
As we were playfully wrestling in my pink nightie, he suddenly had me pinned down on the floor. He looked down at me with a mischievous grin and said, “Do you give in, Mom?”
I laughed nervously and replied, “Haha no never.” I didn’t realize that my nightie had ridden up a little bit, exposing my naked thighs. As I looked up at him, I saw his gaze fixed between my legs.
He let out a low whistle and said with surprise in his voice, “Oh shit Mom! You don’t have any knickers on!” His eyes widened as he took in the sight of my exposed cunt. The embarrassment flooded over me like a tidal wave; my face turned beet red as I stammered out an apology. “This is so embarrassing.”
“It looks neglected,” Oh my, I can’t believe he just said that.
That’s when he took a deep breath as if steeling himself. “I’m not going to lie, Mom,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “Don’t be mad at me for saying this, but I wish right now you weren’t my mom. Your pussy looks so tempting, I wish I could ram my cock into it.”
My jaw dropped, I never heard him speak so vulgarly before. I felt a strange mixture of shock, confusion, and something else—a warmth that spread through my body like wildfire. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared up at him, unsure of how to respond.
“Jason,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I couldn’t believe what he had just said. My mind was racing, my thoughts jumbled. I knew I should be shocked, appalled even, but instead, I felt a surge of desire so intense that it took my breath away.
He must have seen the look in my eyes because he swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that. I just…”
His voice trailed off, and he looked away, his cheeks flushed. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he was holding himself back.
Without thinking, I reached up and touched his face, turning him back to me. “It’s okay, Jason,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not mad.”
“I’m not mad,” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know why, but I’m not.”
He just kept looking between my legs, I sighed I couldn’t believe what I was about to say next.
“Instead of looking at it, w-why not do something about it,” I teased as the thought of a cock inside me right now I wanted so much. But never thought it be my son’s cock.
I then heard his zipper go down, and my heart skipped a beat as I felt the weight of what was happening. I looked up at Jason, his face a mix of desire and guilt.
“Mom, I shouldn’t,” he groaned, but his body betrayed him as his cock sprang free.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, looking down at his hard length. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
But his actions spoke louder than words as he reached down and ran his thumb over my clit. I gasped at the contact, my back arching off the floor.
“Jason,” I moaned, unsure if I was begging him to stop or continue.
He took my silence as an invitation and positioned himself at my entrance. “Fuck, Mom, you’re so wet,” he groaned, sliding in just an inch.
I cried out, the feeling of him inside me overwhelming. It had been so long since I’d felt anything but emptiness.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He bottomed out in one swift thrust, and we both groaned in pleasure. He started to move, slowly at first, as if savouring every inch of me.
“Mom, you feel so good,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
“Jason, oh God, yes,” I moaned, meeting him thrust for thrust. I could feel every vein on his cock as it slid in and out of me, stretching my pussy walls to their limits. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by our moans and gasps of pleasure.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed as he rammed into me with brutal force, my nails digging into his back as I held on for dear life. “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop… oh my pussy.”
“Ungh… oh shit mom, I am trying not to nut… oh fuck, should I stop, this ahh fuck this isn’t right,” he said panting really hard.
“No, don’t stop!” I begged, my voice hoarse from the pleasure. “I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt. Ahhh fuck baby you really got mommy moaning for you.”
He groaned, his cock throbbing inside me as he tried to hold back. “Mom, I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust.
“Oh God, yes!” I screamed again as he pounded into me with everything he had. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in pleasure. It had been so long since I’d felt anything like this—so intense and overwhelming that it bordered on pain.
“I love the sound of your cock slipping in and out of my wet cunt,” I moaned, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he ploughed into me relentlessly.
My fingers dug into his back as I begged him to keep going, my moans and cries melding with the sound of our skin slapping together.
“Jason… oh God… yes, yes, yes!” I screamed as he thrust deep inside me with every ounce of strength he possessed. His cock was so thick and hard that it filled me to the brink, leaving no space for anything else but sheer pleasure.
“Fucking hell Mom, ungh my dick, your cunt feels so good. Take every inch of my cock,” he growled, his balls slapping against my ass as he drove into me with brutal force.
“Oh God, yes! Just like that. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me Mmmm ahhh!” I moaned, my nails digging into his back as he pounded into me with all his might. “I love the sound of your cock sliding in and out of my wet cunt,” I moaned again, the words barely audible over our ragged breathing and the sound of our bodies slapping together.
He pulled out of me and got me up and bent me over the couch as he rammed his cock back into my cunt. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he picked up speed. The sound of my ass cheeks slapping loudly against him. I never been fucked like this before, even his dad never did me rough.
“Are you rubbing your pussy ?” he grunted, his cock sliding in and out of me with long, deep strokes.
“Yes, baby,” I moaned, my fingers working my clit furiously. “I’m going to come so hard for you.”
Jason’s thrusts became wilder, his hips pounding against my ass as he buried himself inside me. I could feel myself on the brink of an orgasm, a wave of pleasure building inside me.
“Jason, I’m going to come!” I screamed, my fingers working my clit as he rammed into me.
“Me too, Mom!” he groaned, his body tensing as he approached his climax.
With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside me and emptied himself, filling me with his hot seed. The feeling of him spurting inside me sent me over the edge, and I came hard, my orgasm rippling through my entire body.
We collapsed onto the couch, both of us panting heavily. I could feel his cock still twitching inside me, and the thought of him coming deep inside me was so incredibly taboo that I could feel myself getting turned on all over again.
“That was…” Jason began, trailing off as he struggled for words.
“Incredible,” I finished for him, with a satisfied smile.