I accidentally gave my son Viagra so I helped him.

I was preparing dinner for my son in the kitchen. After returning from college, he was in terrible shape and had a splitting headache. I reached for some medication in an attempt to soothe him. I gave him two pills and then sat with him while we waited for the effects to take effect.

After ten minutes, I noticed my son was uncomfortable down there. His pants looked tight and tense, which surprised me. I quickly checked the pills and discovered that they were Viagra. I was shocked to find out that I had accidentally given him Viagra!

“Oh my!” I gasped. “Son, I apologize. I should have paid closer attention rather than hurrying since I didn’t see what I had given you.” My son looked at me with a shocked, humiliated look. I was nervous and humiliated myself. I had no idea what to do.

I had no idea how to assist my son. I hesitantly advised him to use the toilet to relieve himself, but he had already spent half an hour inside, and the door remained locked.

I took a deep breath before knocking on the bathroom door and persuading him to open it so I could talk. When I came inside, my son stood in disbelief, not knowing what to do. At that point, I decided to act independently and provide him with the needed assistance.

“I know this is awkward,” I said. “But I’m going to have to help you out here. I know it’s embarrassing, but I’m here for you.”

I can’t believe I gave my son Viagra by mistake. Fuck sake. How on earth could I have been so irresponsible?

But now that I was kneeling in front of my son and placing my hands on his thighs, I saw how serious my error had been.

My son gazed down at me, his eyes widening with amazement. “Mom, what… what are you doing?” he said, shocked and confused.

With ever-intense movements, I started to move my hands up and down his shaft. I felt him trembling with anticipation as his breathing quickened, and I gave him more pleasure.

After a few minutes of this, my son still wasn’t any way near to cumin. That’s when I decided to take it a step further. I stood up, bent over the sink, and lifted my skirt and panties half down. Then I told him he had a girlfriend, so he knew what to do.

He hesitated for a moment, but then he started to thrust into me.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing but couldn’t stop myself. My son’s hard cock was sliding in and out of me, hitting all the right spots as he grunted and moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking tight and warm,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he picked up the pace.

I tried to hold back my moans, reminding myself that I was only doing this to help him cum. But as he slammed into me over and over again, I couldn’t help but give in to the pleasure.

“Oh god, yes, harder, harder, fuck me… fuck mommy harder,” I begged, my words coming out in desperate gasps.

I couldn’t believe this was my son’s cock, so much better than my husband’s. He knew exactly how to touch and make me feel good. It was wrong, so fucking wrong, but it felt so right.

As my orgasm approached, I begged him to cum for me. “Please, baby, cum for mommy; I need to feel you fill me up,” I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.

And in that moment, he did. He let out a loud groan as he released himself inside me, his hot seed filling me up. And as he did, I let myself go, feeling my orgasm erupting from within. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt, the kind of pleasure that only comes from doing something forbidden and wrong.

As he pulled out of me, we both lay there, exhausted and content. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done the right thing if I had crossed a line from which I could never return. But as I looked at my son, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt and regret wash over me.

We stared at each other for a moment, unsure what to say. I knew that this was something that would stay with us both forever. I couldn’t take back what had happened, but I could only hope we could move past it and never repeat this mistake. But not sure I can’t promise as it felt so fucking good.