Fulfilling a Forbidden Fantasy

I was sitting on the couch, my eyes red and puffy from crying. I had just found out that my husband had left me. I felt vulnerable and alone when my son walked in.

“Mom, what’s wrong?” he asked, concern etched on his face.

“Your father left us,” I said, my voice shaking. “He said he couldn’t handle the pressure of our marriage anymore.”

My son sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his body heat, making me feel a little better. But it also made me feel something else. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and I knew that I wanted him. I had always wanted him, but I had never acted on it before.

“I know this is wrong,” I said, my voice low and husky. “But I can’t help it. I’ve always wanted you too.”

My son looked at me with surprise and confusion. But then, I saw something else. I saw the desire. He wanted me to, and I knew that this was my chance.

“Mom, I want you too,” he said, his voice just as husky as mine. “I’ve always wanted you.”

With that, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep, passionate kiss, and I could feel the heat building between us. His hands began to wander, and I could feel them cupping my breasts, feeling their softness and weight.

“Yes, touch me,” I moaned, my head falling back as he began to knead my breasts. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

He broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down my neck, making his way towards my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it hard. I could feel the pleasure building inside of me, and I could feel myself getting wetter.

“Yes, suck on my nipples,” I said, my hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

My son continued to worship my breasts, switching back and forth between them. All the while, his hand was working its way down my body towards my pussy. When he finally reached it, he could feel the heat radiating off of it. He could also feel the dampness of my panties.

“Take off your pants,” I said, my voice breathless. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

My son did as I asked, quickly pulling off his pants and boxers. His cock sprang free, and it was a sight to behold. It was long and thick, and it was already hard. He positioned himself between my legs, and I could feel his cock pressing against my pussy lips.

“Yes, push inside of me,” I said, my hands reaching down to grab his ass and pull him deeper inside of me. “I want to feel your cock inside me.”

My son pushed inside of me, inch by inch. I was tight, but he slid in, filling me up completely. When he was fully inside of me, he paused, letting me adjust to his size.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” I moaned, my hands still grabbing his ass. “Fuck me hard.”

With that, my son began to move. He thrust in and out of me, hard and fast. I could feel the pleasure building inside of me, and I could feel my orgasm getting closer. I could also feel his cock sliding in and out of me, and I could feel the texture of his skin against mine. It was a feeling I had never felt before, and it was intense.

“I’m going to come,” I said, my voice strained. “Oh god, I’m going to come.”

With that, I did. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. I could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I could feel myself losing control.

“I’m coming too,” my son said, his voice strained. “Oh god, I’m coming.”

With that, he did. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, and I could feel his cum filling me up. It was a feeling I had never felt before, and it was intense. We collapsed on the couch, panting and sweating when it was over.

“Wow, something else,” I said, my hands still wrapped around him. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

He smiled, feeling content and happy. He had just fulfilled a fantasy that I had had for years. And it had been everything I had imagined and more.

“I love you, Mom,” he said, his voice soft. “I always have.”

“I love you too,” I said, my voice just as soft.