Mom found my sex stories during lockdown

The lockdown had been challenging for everyone, and my sex stories had become an escape for me. Little did I know that my mom had discovered them. I hoped she didn’t see the one about the mom and son. I tried to push the thought out of my head as I went about my day.

Later that night, my mom called me into her room.

“Hey, sweetheart, can you come here for a minute?” Mom asked, her voice sounded serious.

I walked into her room, feeling a little anxious. I wondered if she had seen my stories and, if so, how she would react.

“I was going through your files and found something that surprised me,” Mom said, her eyes locked onto mine as she sat on her bed in her low-cut and very short nightie.

I gulped, trying to keep my cool. I hoped she wouldn’t judge me for my wild imagination.

“I found your sex stories,” Mom said, keeping her tone neutral. “I must admit, I was a little taken aback at first. But then I realized that everyone has their private thoughts and fantasies.”

I sighed in relief, grateful that my mom wasn’t judging me.

“I just want you to know that it’s okay to explore your sexuality, but be careful who you share those thoughts with,” Mom continued. “And if you ever want to talk to me about anything, I’m here.”

I nodded, feeling grateful for my mom’s open-mindedness. It was awkward, but I was glad we had this conversation.

“I love you, sweetheart,” Mom said, pulling me into a hug.

I hugged her back, feeling embarrassed but grateful for her support.

“So I take it you saw the story about me and you, mom and son,” I said, looking at the floor.

“Oh, no, honey, I didn’t read that one,” Mom said, then she was curious, “Wait… you wrote a sex story about… about us.”

Mom’s eyes widened in shock, and I could feel her body stiffen in my embrace. I knew I had crossed a line but couldn’t help myself. My dirty fantasies had gotten the best of me.

“I-I’m sorry, Mom,” I stuttered, pulling away. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just… I don’t know; I was curious about what it would be like.”

Mom took a deep breath and sat down on her bed. She looked at me, her expression unreadable.

“I understand that you’re curious, but writing a sex story about us is not appropriate,” Mom said, her voice firm but not angry. “Bobby, we are mother and son, and our relationship should never be sexualized.”

“Sorry, just this crappy lockdown has got me with a lot of pent-up frustration; not seen my girlfriend in weeks,” I admitted as I started to feel hard.

“I see,” Mom said, nodding. “But remember, finding healthy ways to cope with stress and frustration is important. Sexual fantasies are normal, but writing them down and sharing them is not always the best way to handle your feelings.”

As she spoke, I noticed her eyes flicker towards my pants. My cock was starting to grow erect under her gaze, and I knew she couldn’t help but notice it too. The embarrassment of being caught with a boner in front of my mom made me want to crawl into a hole and disappear forever. But instead of getting angry or dismissive about it, Mom surprised me by speaking up again:

“Bobby,” she said softly but firmly enough that I had no choice but to pay attention – especially when coupled with that look in her eye… “You can tell me anything you’re feeling right now – whether you think it makes sense. Also, even though it’s wrong of you to write mommy fantasies, I am flattered. Trust me, sweetie, you’re not the only one frustrated.”

My mouth went dry as I looked at my mom sitting on the bed across from where I stood awkwardly against the wall near the door frame.

“I know it’s wrong, Mom,” I muttered, my face flushed red with shame. “I just… I don’t know what got into me.”

Mom sighed and shook her head. “It’s okay, Bobby,” she said softly. We all have our little fantasies from time to time. I am curious: Can you get me that story and show me the one about you and me? I want to see how bad it is.”

“Are you sure, Mom?” I asked hesitantly.

Mom nodded firmly. “Yes, I want to see it,” she said, her eyes locked onto mine with a strange intensity that made my heart race faster.

“Of course, Mom,” I said, swallowing hard as I went to grab my laptop. My hands shook nervously as I opened the file and showed her the story. My face burned with embarrassment as she began reading it.

Mom’s eyes scanned over the words on the screen, her expression unreadable. She flipped through page after page of explicit detail about what we would do together – how I would grope and touch her in her sleep, wake her up by fucking her senseless until I came hard in her twat.

“Uh-huh, I see,” Mom muttered as she continued reading. Her voice was low and sultry, sending shivers down my spine. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by this whole situation – my mom reading about us having sex! My cock throbbed painfully against the zipper of my pants, desperately wanting to be freed from its confines.

“What the… this bit here says; I slowly began to slide my hands up her smooth, toned legs, feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. As I reached the hem of her short nightie, I hesitated momentarily before sliding my hands underneath it,'” Mom read aloud from the screen. She looked up at me with a mixture of shock and curiosity in her eyes. “You really wrote this?”

I nodded nervously, feeling more ashamed than ever. “Yes, Mom,” I muttered softly. I’m sorry.”

She continued to read out what I would do to her sleeping body, “As I reached to her panties…”

I cut her off, “Mom, you don’t have to read anymore, please.” I begged, feeling more embarrassed than ever. My face was flushed red with shame as she looked up at me from my laptop screen. She had a strange look in her eyes – like she was both shocked and turned on by what she had just read.

“No, Bobby,” Mom said firmly but gently, closing the lid of my laptop and setting it aside on her bed. “I want to hear this. So you mention here sliding my panties to the side, oh my… oh god. This is making me so wet… I mean, I can’t believe you see me this way.”

Mom’s words caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but stare at her in disbelief. I had never imagined that my dirty fantasies would turn her on.

“Mom, are you serious?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Bobby,” Mom replied, her voice low and sultry. “I’m not going to lie to you – reading that story made me incredibly horny. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.”

I swallowed hard, feeling a mix of shock and excitement. I had never seen my mom like this before, and I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“So, what do we do now?” I asked, my voice trembling with nervousness.

“Well, after reading that… wow, I say let’s see if you really got the balls to do that to your mom,” she said, getting into bed.

I couldn’t believe what I heard. My mom, the lady who had raised me, was suddenly asking me for sex. I paused for a time, unsure what to do. But as I looked at her lying in her bed, her eyes full of want, I knew I couldn’t say no.

I walked carefully towards the bed, my heart beating in my chest. I could feel my cock straining against my trousers, trying to be free. I climbed into the bed, and my mother placed her arms over me, drawing me closer.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said softly, my breath hot against her ear. “I really want to fuck you, Mom.”

We both lay on our sides facing each other; I pull up her leg over me and up to my waist, holding it there.

“Oh, Bobby, I can’t believe we’re doing this either; I shouldn’t have given in. I just want my boy to have his mommy fantasy come alive,” Mom whispered back, her voice husky with desire. “Oh, one minor detail is wrong in your story: I don’t wear panties for bed.”

Oh my… I had to check as I slid my hand down her body, feeling the curve of her hip and the softness of her thigh. I moved my hand up, sliding it under her nightie and feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. I could feel her wetness as I touched her, her pussy slick and ready for me.

I moved my hand lower, feeling the softness of her pubic hair against my fingers. I slid my fingers down, feeling the wetness of her labia and the hardness of her clit. Mom let out a soft moan as I touched her, her body writhing with pleasure.

started to rub her clit gently, teasing her with soft touches. Mom’s breath quickened, and her body tensed with pleasure. I continued to touch her, exploring her wetness and the softness of her pussy. I could feel her body begging for more as she moaned softly and whispered my name.

“Bobby, that feels so good… I can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” Mom moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing – I was touching my mom’s pussy, making her moan with pleasure. It felt wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t help myself.

I slowly slid my fingers inside her, feeling the warmth of her pussy around them. Mom’s body tensed with pleasure, and she let out a soft moan as I started to move my fingers inside her.

“Oh, Bobby, that feels so fucking good… why not get your thick rod out and use that instead, and just screw me hard, baby,” Mom whispered through gritted teeth as her body trembled with pleasure. Her eyes were glazed over in lustful abandon; she was lost in the moment – a slave to every sensation running through her filthy hole!

I pulled down my pants and boxers, freeing my rock-hard cock from its confines. It throbbed painfully – eager for release into this dirty little coochie of hers! As I positioned myself between her legs while holding one leg up at and up to my waist on the bed… With one swift motion – BAM! There I was – sliding effortlessly into mom’s slick cunt until it hit bottom deep within those swampy walls of hers!!

“Don’t worry, Bobby, Mmm… feels good, take your time,” she said as I slowly slid in and out of her as we screwed on our sides.

I started to build up a rhythm, moving my hips back and forth, sliding my cock deeper inside of her with each thrust. Mom’s breathing became more ragged, and she started to whimper and moan, her fingers digging into my back as I pounded her.

I started to move faster, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with increasing urgency. Mom moaned softly as I took her body rougher than ever before in any fantasy I could ever hope to achieve; it was dirty – better than anything that had come before it. She let out a soft whimper as I thrust deep inside her filthy hole; the warmth and tightness around me were indescribable – an experience beyond words or comprehension at this point!

“Oh God… Bobby…” she muttered softly under her breath as we continued to screw.

I moved my hands up from her leg and began to cup her ass, pulling her closer towards me as I continued to pound into her snatch. Mom let out a soft gasp of pleasure as she felt the warmth of my hands against the softness of her skin.

“Sweetie… oh fuck me, screw me… Mmmm, to think you came from my dirty little coochie 18 years ago, and now your fucking me in it.” The way she said that turned me on more, and I squeezed her ass tightly as I pumped my thick rod into her wet pussy.

“Oh, Bobby… oh God!” she moaned softly, her voice barely above a whisper as we continued to screw. “Mmmm… that feels so fucking good.”

I could feel the tension building up inside of me – the pressure mounting with each thrust deeper into Mom’s swampy snatch! The warmth and tightness around me were indescribable – an experience beyond words or comprehension at this point! Her vulva was wetter than ever before; it slid smoothly against my cock every time I pulled back slightly before slamming back in again hard!

I could feel my balls tightening, the telltale sign of an impending orgasm. I didn’t want to cum yet – I wanted to keep going, to make this moment last as long as possible.

“Mom, I’m close,” I whispered in her ear, my voice hoarse with desire. “Can I cum inside you?”

Mom hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yes, Bobby, you can,” she said, her voice thick with lust.

With that, I lost control. I pounded into her harder than ever before, my cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy as I groaned and gasped with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building up inside of me, every muscle in my body tensing with anticipation.

“Mom, I’m cumming!” I groaned, my voice low and guttural as I felt my cock pulsating inside of her. I could feel the warmth of my cum spreading inside of her, filling her up as I groaned and gasped with pleasure.

Mom moaned softly as she felt me filling her up, her pussy clenching around my cock as she writhed with pleasure. “Oh, Bobby… oh God,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she rode out her orgasm.

Mom and I lay tangled up in each other’s arms, both of us still trying to catch our breaths. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine.

“Wow, Bobby… that was incredible,” Mom breathed out, her voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

I smiled weakly, still in awe of what had just happened. “I know,” I said softly, “I can’t believe it either.”

Mom ran her fingers through my hair affectionately as she gazed at me with a mix of love and lust in her eyes. “You did so well, baby,” she purred. “You made your mommy feel so good.”

I blushed at her compliment, feeling a swell of pride at having pleased her. “Thanks, Mom,” I murmured.