The soft glow of twilight seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room as Jacob lounged on the couch, his eyes absently skimming over his phone. At eighteen, he was a vision of masculine youth, with the chiselled physique of a guy who spent most of his time either at the gym or pushing his limits in extreme sports. His mother, Lisa, had been dropping hints all week about spending some quality time together tonight—just the two of them.
When she stepped into the living room, his gaze flickered up, and he couldn’t look away.
Lisa was dressed in form-fitting black yoga pants that accentuated every curve of her toned legs and backside, paired with a snug, cropped sports bra that left her midriff bare. Her dark hair was pulled into a high ponytail, emphasizing the elegant line of her neck. She stretched her arms overhead, her body moving with the fluid grace of someone who had practised yoga for years.
“Hey, Jake,” she said with a warm smile. “I was thinking we could do something together tonight. How about yoga?”
Jacob arched a brow, trying to keep his eyes from drifting down to the tantalizing camel toe that was clearly visible through her yoga pants. A thick outline of her cunt straining against her tight yoga pants. “Yoga?” He wasn’t opposed to it—he knew flexibility was important for his workouts—but the idea of doing it with his mom, dressed like that, made his heart race.
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t give me that look. Plenty of athletes do yoga. It’ll help with your flexibility and recovery.” She stepped closer, her hips swaying gently, and Jacob couldn’t help but notice the way her sports bra barely contained her ample cleavage. “Come on. Just give it a try. For me?”
He exhaled, knowing he wouldn’t win this one. “Fine. But if I faceplant, I’m blaming you.”
Lisa laughed, the sound light and melodic. “Deal.”
The Den – 8:15 PM
She had transformed the den into a makeshift yoga studio. Two mats lay side by side, candles flickered on the dresser, and soft instrumental music played in the background. The air smelled faintly of lavender and sandalwood.
Jacob stood awkwardly at the edge of his mat, watching as Lisa effortlessly folded herself into a cross-legged position, her back straight, hands resting on her knees. The way her sports bra clung to her torso made it impossible not to notice the definition of her abs, the subtle swell of her breasts. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, focusing instead on mimicking her pose.
“Close your eyes,” she instructed, her voice calm and soothing. “Breathe in deeply… hold it… and exhale slowly.”
He followed her lead, stealing glances between breaths. The candlelight played across her skin, casting soft shadows along her collarbone, the curve of her shoulders. He couldn’t help but notice the way her yoga pants stretched over her backside, outlining the perfect curves of her hips and thighs.
Cat-Cow – 8:25 PM
“Now, onto hands and knees,” Lisa said, shifting fluidly onto all fours. “Arch your back like a scared cat… then dip it down like a cow.”
Jacob mirrored her, but his movements were stiff and self-conscious. Lisa glanced over and smirked. “Relax, Jake. You look like a robot.”
Before he could retort, she reached out and placed a warm hand on the small of his back, pressing gently. “Here. You’re too tense.”
Her touch sent an unexpected jolt through him. He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus as she guided his spine into a deeper arch. The heat from her hand seemed to radiate through his entire body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the feel of her fingers against his skin.
“Better,” she murmured, her fingers lingering for a second before pulling away.
Downward Dog – 8:35 PM
“Next, Adho Mukha Svanasana—Downward Dog,” Lisa said, lifting her hips high, her body forming a perfect inverted V.
Jacob followed, but his hamstrings burned instantly. Lisa chuckled. “That’s the point.” She adjusted her stance, and from his upside-down view, he caught the way her yoga pants stretched over her backside, the muscles in her legs flexing as she settled deeper into the pose.
“Try bending your knees a little,” she suggested, stepping closer.
Her hands found his hips, guiding him into the correct alignment. Her fingers were warm, her grip firm. He could smell the faint scent of her coconut shampoo as she leaned in, her breasts brushing against his back.
“Now press your heels down,” she instructed, her breath brushing his ear.
Jacob clenched his jaw, willing himself to focus on the stretch—not the way her body moved beside him, not the heat radiating from her touch.
Warrior II – 8:45 PM
Lisa transitioned smoothly into Virabhadrasana II, one leg bent deep, arms outstretched. “Strong stance,” she said. “Feel the power in your legs.”
Jacob mirrored her, but his balance wavered. Lisa stepped behind him, her hands sliding along his arms to adjust his posture.
“Open your chest more,” she murmured, her body close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her.
He obeyed, hyper-aware of her presence. The way her sports bra clung to her torso. The way her yoga pants hugged every contour as she shifted beside him. He could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin fabric, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal.
Tree Pose – 8:55 PM
“Now, Vrksasana—Tree Pose,” Lisa said, lifting one foot to rest against her inner thigh, hands pressed together at her chest.
Jacob wobbled immediately. Lisa laughed. “Find a focal point. It helps with balance.”
He locked eyes with her—big mistake. The way her body curved, the quiet confidence in her stance, made his pulse kick up. He could feel his cock stirring in his shorts, and he quickly looked away, trying to focus on anything but the way her hips moved as she held the pose.
She noticed his struggle and stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. “Here. Steady.”
Her touch grounded him, but it also sent a rush of warmth through his veins. He could feel the heat of her body, the softness of her breath against his skin.
Final Relaxation – 9:10 PM
“Last one—Savasana,” Lisa said, lying flat on her back, arms at her sides. “Just breathe and let go.”
Jacob sank onto his mat, exhaling deeply. The room was quiet except for their synchronized breathing. He could feel the tension in his muscles slowly melting away, replaced by a sense of calm and relaxation.
After a few minutes, Lisa turned her head toward him, her eyes soft. “So? Not so bad, right?”
He met her gaze, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he stared at her aching cameltoe and she saw what he was doing. “Yeah. Not bad at all.”
“Really, my eyes are here not between my legs,” she said with a smirk on her face.
Jacob chuckled, a nervous energy thrumming beneath his skin. “I know, Mom. Sorry. Just… admiring the dedication to fitness.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Is that what you call it?”
“Your… cameltoe, sorry I will shut up,” he went all red.
Lisa laughed, a throaty sound that echoed in the quiet room. “It’s alright, Jacob. You’re a young man. I’m a woman who works hard to stay in shape. It’s natural to notice.” She paused, her gaze intensifying. “But there’s a difference between noticing and… dwelling.”
Jacob shifted uncomfortably, his ears burning. “I know, Mom. I’m sorry. It’s just… you look great.” The words tumbled out before he could stop them. “Why is it…”
“Why what, and why are you staring between my legs young man,” she said blushing.
“Sorry it is just the outline of your… never mind,” he said as he blushed still looking at her cameltoe.
Lisa sat up, adjusting her sports bra, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “It’s alright, Jacob. There’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re a healthy, hormonal young man. And I’m… well, I’m your mother, but I’m also a woman. It’s not wrong to notice beauty, even in someone you’re related to.”
“You’re not mad at me,” he seemed puzzled but still had a raging hard-on.
Lisa chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the dim den. “Mad? No, Jacob. I’m not mad. Just… aware. And maybe a little… flattered.” She paused, her gaze sweeping over his face, lingering on the flush that still coloured his cheeks. “It’s important to be able to acknowledge attraction, even if it’s… complicated.”
She sat up fully, swinging her legs over the side of the mat. “But that doesn’t mean we act on it. We’re mother and son, and that will always be the most important thing. And,” she added with a playful wink, “you need to learn to control your… wandering eyes.” She smirked and stood up.
Jacob sat up as well, feeling a mix of relief and confusion. She wasn’t angry, but she hadn’t exactly dismissed his feelings either. It was like she was acknowledging the elephant in the room, but also firmly placing it back in its cage.
“So… what now?” he asked, his voice a little hoarse.
Lisa stretched, arching her back and tilting her head to the side as a low moan escaped her lips. “Now,” she said, her voice laced with a newfound boldness, “we address the other elephant in the room. The one that’s currently tenting your shorts.”
Jacob’s eyes widened, his face flushing crimson. He instinctively crossed his arms over his lap, as if trying to hide the evidence. “Mom! I-“
Lisa cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Don’t, Jacob. Don’t apologize. It’s there. I can see it. And pretending it isn’t won’t make it go away. Tell him we need-” she emphasized the ‘you’ with a pointed look and a sly smile, “to address that hard-on problem.”
Jacob swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. The air in the den suddenly felt thick and heavy, charged with an unspoken energy. He didn’t know what to say, what to do. Was she… giving him permission? Teasing him? Testing him?
“Mom, I-” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
Lisa tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I want you to be honest, Jacob. Are you going to address the situation, or are you going to let it fester?” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur. “Because I’m not going to lie, Jacob. It is a bit distracting. I can feel your gaze on me. It is turning me on that you are looking at me like that.”
She reached out and, without breaking eye contact, brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead. Her fingers lingered for a moment, her touch shivering down his spine. “What are you going to do about it, Jacob?” she repeated, her voice a husky challenge.
He knew he was playing with fire. He knew this was wrong and potentially dangerous. But he couldn’t deny the pull, the magnetic force that was drawing him closer to her. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a precipice, and the only thing keeping him from falling was the look in his mother’s eyes.
“I… I could go take care of it,” he mumbled, his voice thick with desire. “In the bathroom.”
Lisa’s smile widened, and a hint of mischief danced in her eyes. “That’s one option,” she said, her voice dripping with implication. “But I’m sure a resourceful young man like you can think of others.” She paused, her gaze dropping to his lap briefly, tantalisingly before lifting back up to meet his eyes. “The choice is yours, Jacob. But choose wisely.”
She turned and sauntered towards the door, her hips swaying gently with each step. As she reached the doorway, she glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes burning into his. “Don’t take too long,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call. “I might get bored waiting.”
And then she was gone, leaving Jacob standing alone in the den, his mind reeling, his body aching, and his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, excitement, and forbidden desire. The ball was in his court. And he had no idea what to do next.
He put his hand on her thigh gently as he spoke, “What do you mean, Mom?”
Lisa’s breath hitched as Jacob’s hand settled on her thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She turned to face him, her eyes dark with desire. “I mean, Jacob, that I’ve noticed the way you look at me. The way your eyes linger on my body. I’m not blind, you know.”
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “And I have to admit, it turns me on. Knowing that my own son finds me desirable. It’s wrong, I know, but… I can’t help it.”
Her hand covered his on her thigh, pressing it gently against her warm skin. “So, when I say I might get bored waiting, I mean… I might just have to find a way to entertain myself. And who knows? Maybe you’d like to watch.”
His hand went up her thigh and rested between her legs as he gently rubbed her cameltoe. “Do you like that, Mom?”
Lisa’s eyes fluttered closed as Jacob’s hand found its way between her legs, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her yoga pants. A soft moan escaped her lips, her hips shifting slightly to increase the pressure.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. “I like it very much, Jacob.”
She opened her eyes, locking onto his gaze with an intensity that made his heart race. “But I think you can do better than that,” she challenged, a wicked glint in her eye.
Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her hips, allowing him to peel her yoga pants down over the curve of her ass, the swell of her thighs. She kicked them off to the side, leaving her bare from the waist down, her pussy on full display.
Jacob’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother’s bare pussy, her lips glistening with arousal. He swallowed hard, his hand hovering hesitantly over her exposed flesh. “What do you want me to do, Mom?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart was pounding in his chest, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through his veins.
Lisa parted her legs wider, giving him a clear view of her wet, inviting slit. “Touch me, Jacob,” she urged, her voice thick with desire. “Feel how wet I am for you.” Slowly, cautiously, Jacob reached out and ran a finger along her folds, marvelling at the soft, velvety texture. Lisa gasped, her hips bucking slightly at his touch. Encouraged, he explored further, circling her clit with the pad of his finger.
“That’s it,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.
Jacob’s finger circled her clit, feeling it swell and harden under his touch. Lisa moaned softly, her hips rocking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop him. She was so tight, so slick.
“More,” she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Give me more, Jacob.”
He added another finger, pumping them in and out of her, his thumb pressing against her clit. Lisa’s moans grew louder, her breathing more ragged.
“Mmmm honey, I shouldn’t say this as it is wrong and disgusting. Do you want to put your dick in it,” she moaned as he stopped fingering and looked excited.
Jacob’s heart raced as he stared at his mother’s glistening pussy, her words echoing in his mind. He knew this was wrong, but the temptation was too great. His cock throbbed painfully in his shorts, demanding release.
“Yes,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with desire. “I want to fuck you, Mom.”
Lisa’s eyes darkened, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “Then do it, Jacob. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He fumbled with his belt, his hands shaking as he unbuckled it and pushed his shorts and boxers down. His hard cock sprang free, standing erect and proud. Lisa’s eyes widened at the sight, a low whistle escaping her lips.
“Well, well,” she purred, reaching out to wrap her hand around his shaft. “Looks like my little boy is all grown up.”
Jacob groaned as she stroked him, his hips bucking involuntarily.
He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock pressing against her wet entrance. Lisa looked up at him, her eyes blazing with desire and something else-something deeper, more primal.
Jacob’s heart raced as he stared down at his mother’s spread legs, her pussy glistening and inviting. He knew this was wrong, but the desire coursing through his veins was too strong to ignore. With a deep breath, he pushed forward, feeling her warm, wet folds envelop the head of his cock.
“Fuck, Mom,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he sank deeper into her tight heat. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Lisa moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me. I want to feel every inch of your hard cock.”
Jacob began to move, his hips thrusting forward in a steady rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming-her pussy gripped him like a velvet vice, her walls fluttering around his shaft. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.
“Harder, fuck mommy’s twat ah,” Lisa arched her back, her breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust. “Ah, yes! Fuck me hard.”
Jacob’s thrusts became more urgent, his body slamming into hers with a force that made the den furniture rattle. Lisa met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
“Oh, fuck, Jacob! I’m gonna cum!” Lisa cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she reached her peak.
Lisa’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her pussy pulsing and contracting around Jacob’s cock as she moaned and cried out in pleasure. He could feel her warmth gushing around him, soaking his balls and the insides of her thighs. It was the hottest thing he had ever experienced, and it sent him over the edge.
With a guttural growl, Jacob pulled out of Lisa’s pussy and flipped her over, positioning her on all fours. He grabbed her hips and thrust back into her, relishing the feeling of her slick, wet heat enveloping him once more. He began to pound into her with abandon, his hips slapping against her ass with a loud, wet sound that filled the room.
Lisa’s tits swung with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. She reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit, her orgasm still rolling through her in waves. Jacob could feel her muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as he fucked her.
He reached around and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back as he continued to pound into her. Lisa moaned and gasped, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. She was completely at his mercy, and she loved it.
Jacob could feel his own orgasm building, his balls drawing up tight against his body. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Lisa’s pussy and came, his hot seed filling her up as she milked him for every last drop.
He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. Lisa turned her head and kissed him deeply, tasting the salt of his sweat on his lips. They stayed like that for a long moment, their bodies still connected, their hearts beating in time with each other.
Finally, Jacob pulled out of Lisa and rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lisa turned to face him, a sated smile on her face.
“Well, Jacob,” she said, her voice soft and husky. “I think we’ve addressed that hard-on problem quite nicely, don’t you?”
Jacob could only nod, still too stunned and overwhelmed by what had just happened to speak. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he wasn’t sure he ever would again.
But he knew one thing for sure – he would never forget this moment, this connection with his mother, for as long as he lived.