Jeremy groaned as he sprawled on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was 24 years old and still a virgin. He lived at home still with his 55-year-old mom. Those bullies at college had it right when they called him a pathetic loser. He had no friends, no girlfriend, and definitely no experience with the opposite sex. The only “love life” he had was stroking his pathetic dick to online porn while imagining what it would feel like to sink into a tight, wet pussy.
It didn’t help the fact living with a mom who was always wearing revealing clothing. Especially in the mornings in those silky robes which would often be slightly open. Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the image of his mom from his mind. He knew it wasn’t right to think of her that way, but sometimes, especially in the mornings, it was hard not to. He hated himself for it. He was a failure, a pervert, and a complete loser.
He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow. The scent of his mom’s lavender laundry detergent clung to the fabric, a constant reminder of his stifling existence. He needed to escape. He needed to change. But where did he even begin?
He knew he couldn’t keep living like this. The self-loathing was eating him alive. He needed to get out of his comfort zone, to face his fears, to… maybe talk to a girl? The thought sent a wave of anxiety washing over him. He could barely make eye contact with the cashier at the grocery store, let alone strike up a conversation with a woman.
But the alternative – drowning in his sorrow, jerking off to screens, and secretly lusting after his own mom – was even more fucked up. Yet, a twisted part of him couldn’t help but wonder if he had what it took to seduce her.
Jeremy shuddered at the direction his thoughts were taking him. He slapped himself lightly on the cheek. “Snap out of it, you idiot!” he whispered fiercely. He got out of bed and made his way downstairs.
The smell of burnt toast filled the air. He found his mom, Susan, in the kitchen, fanning smoke away from the smoke detector with a dish towel. She was wearing one of her signature silky robes, this one a vibrant crimson. It was slightly open at the top, revealing a hint of cleavage. Jeremy’s stomach clenched.
“Morning, honey,” Susan said, her voice a little raspy. “Sorry about the smoke. I got distracted.” She gave him a small, apologetic smile.
Jeremy mumbled a greeting, averting his gaze. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. “What were you distracted by?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
Susan sighed. “Just…life. Bills, mostly. And trying to figure out what to do with myself now that you’re… well, you know.”
Jeremy knew. She meant that he was 24 and still living at home, leeching off her. He felt a familiar pang of guilt. “I’m looking for a job, Mom. I swear. It’s just… tough out there.”
“I know, sweetie,” Susan said, softening her tone. “I’m not blaming you. Just… it’s hard being a single mom, you know? Especially at my age.”
She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. The movement caused the robe to shift, revealing her cleavage, a nipslip too. Jeremy choked on his water, coughing violently.
“Are you okay, Jeremy?” Susan asked, concern etched on her face as she saw where is eyes were looking. She then noticed the tent in his jogger bottoms, his ragging hard on.
Jeremy coughed harder, desperately trying to regain control of himself. “Yeah, yeah, just went down the wrong pipe,” he sputtered, his face flushed crimson. He turned away from his mom, pretending to examine the dirty dishes in the sink. He could feel her eyes on him, and his heart was pounding in his chest.
He knew he had to get out of there. “I, uh, I’m going for a run,” he mumbled, grabbing his shoes from the hallway.
“Okay, honey. Be careful,” Susan said, her voice laced with a strange mixture of concern and… something else he couldn’t quite decipher.
He practically bolted out the door, gasping for fresh air as he hit the sidewalk. He ran as fast as he could, trying to outrun the embarrassing moment and the twisted thoughts that plagued him. He ran until his lungs burned and his legs ached, but he couldn’t escape the image of his mom in her robe, the accidental glimpse of her skin, and the shameful arousal it had triggered.
The front door clicked shut behind Jeremy, the sound surprisingly loud in the dead quiet of the late night. He’d been out with friends, nothing wild, just killing time, trying to get his head straight about… well, about everything, he guessed. Being eighteen felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, mostly terrifying, sometimes thrilling.
He shucked off his jacket, dropping it onto the hall chair. A faint, rhythmic groaning drifted from the living room at the end of the hall. Huh? Sounded weird. Like… someone was in pain? Or maybe just watching something really intense on TV? He crept closer, his heart giving a little thump against his ribs.
He got to the living room door, which was slightly ajar. He pushed it open just a crack, peering inside. The room was dimly lit, a single lamp casting a soft, warm glow. And there, on the couch, was his mom. Susan.
Oh. My. God.
She wasn’t watching TV. Not even close. Her robe was open, hiked up around her waist, and she was… she was touching herself. Masturbating. Right there on their living room couch. A bottle of whiskey sat on the coffee table, half-empty, next to a fallen glass.
One hand was kneading her breasts, her fingers tracing circles around the nipples he’d only ever seen tucked away under sweaters or nightgowns. The other hand was down low, lost in the thick, dark hair covering her crotch, her fingers working fast. A low, guttural moan vibrated in the air, that same sound he’d heard from the hall, but now it was clearer, raw and desperate. It sent a jolt right through Jeremy, a shockwave of pure, confusing energy.
He should leave. Bolt. Run out the door and never look back. This was wrong. So wrong. But his feet felt glued to the floorboards. He was stuck, caught in this weird, horrifying, captivating moment. Shame washed over him, hot and heavy, then disgust, but under it all, a dark, undeniable current of curiosity pulled him in. He couldn’t move. He just stood and watched, paralyzed.
Susan’s movements on the couch got faster, more frantic. Her head tipped back, hitting the cushion, her eyes squeezed shut, her face twisted up in this mix of pleasure and something that looked a lot like pain, like she was fighting something but giving in at the same time. Her breathing came in ragged gasps. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her voice thick, strained. “Oh, God, I need it… yes… yes… please…”
Jeremy’s heart hammered against his ribs like it wanted to escape. Get out! His brain screamed at him. Seriously, dude, leave! But his eyes were locked on her hand, the way it disappeared into that dark bush, the way her hips bucked slightly with each frantic stroke. He was seeing something intensely private, something she probably never thought anyone would see. And yeah, it was horrifying because it was his mom, but there was this other feeling too, a primal pull, a raw, vulnerable beauty in her desperation. And damn, his own body was reacting. A heat started swirling low in his gut, creeping up his neck, making his skin feel tight. He hated himself for it. Hated the traitorous way his body was responding to this forbidden sight, but he couldn’t deny the truth of the hard bulge pressing against his jeans.
Suddenly, Susan’s eyes flew open. Wide. She looked right at the doorway. Right at him.
Silence. Absolute, crushing silence. The only sounds were Susan’s ragged breaths and the frantic thumping in Jeremy’s chest. Her face went from that look of desperate pleasure to pure shock and horror in an instant. She saw him.
Susan gasped, a choked, ragged sound. She scrambled, fumbling with the edges of her open robe, pulling the thin fabric closed, her face burning scarlet. She looked mortified. Absolutely mortified. And still, so incredibly aroused, Jeremy could see it in the way her chest rose and fell, the tremor in her hands, the flush on her skin.
“Jeremy!” she stammered, her voice trembling, panting. “What… what are you doing here? You… you startled me.”
Jeremy just stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. The shame wasn’t just his now; it was hers too, and the weight of it felt enormous.
“I… I just got home,” he finally managed to croak out, his voice barely a whisper, raspy from his pounding heart and dry throat. He swallowed hard. His eyes flicked from her face down to where her hand had been moments before. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, fueled by the shock and the weird, intense energy buzzing between them. “Want… want me to help you?”
Susan flinched. She stared at him, her eyes darting between his face and the obvious, straining bulge in his jeans. His cock was hard. So damn hard it felt like it was going to rip his pants open.
She swallowed hard again, her throat working. The horror in her eyes was slowly, strangely, shifting. It wasn’t gone, not really, but it was mixing with something else. Disbelief, sure, and shock, but also… curiosity? A flicker of something he couldn’t quite name. Maybe, just maybe, a perverse, desperate sort of relief? Like maybe she hadn’t just been caught, maybe she’d found something she didn’t even know she was looking for?
“Help me?” she echoed, her voice barely above that raspy whisper. “What do you mean, help me? Jeremy, what are you saying?”
A surge of pure, raw adrenaline shot through Jeremy. He’d said it. He’d crossed the line. The one you don’t cross. There was no going back. Ever. He took a tentative step forward, his eyes locked on his mother’s face.
“I… I saw you,” he stammered, his voice still shaky, but gaining a weird kind of resolve. “I know what you were doing. And… and I can help you finish.” He blurted out the next part, the part that was tearing him apart inside. “Truth is… I’m still a virgin. And well, I… I don’t want to be anymore.”
Susan’s breath hitched again. Her eyes widened even further. She instinctively reached for the whiskey bottle, grabbing it with a trembling hand, taking a long, shaky gulp. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken needs, forbidden thoughts, the sheer, raw possibility of it. The air crackled with an intensity Jeremy had never felt before. He could see the frantic pulse jumping in her neck, the slight tremor in her hands as she set the bottle back down.
Finally, she spoke. Her voice was a husky whisper, barely audible, but it cut through the silence like a knife. It sent shivers down Jeremy’s spine, but not just from fear. “You… you don’t know what you’re saying, Jeremy. This is… wrong. So, so wrong. This is your mother speaking.”
But her eyes… her eyes betrayed her words. They lingered on his face, searching his eyes, trying to gauge if he was serious, if he was just shocked and confused, or if this was… real for him. And he saw it again. That flicker. A deep, desperate yearning buried beneath the shock. A silent, aching plea.
“I do, Mom,” he said, his voice steadier now, clearer. He took another step closer, closing the distance between them. Their bodies were only a few feet apart. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, smell the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mixed with the sharp tang of whiskey and the unmistakable aroma of hot, aroused woman. “I know it’s wrong. I know. But… I want it. I want you. And I’m so hard right now it hurts.”
He walked the last two steps and sat down on the couch next to her. The springs creaked softly under his weight. He didn’t hesitate. He reached down, unzipped his jeans, and carefully, awkwardly, pulled out his dick. It sprang free, hard and thick, throbbing with blood, slick with pre-cum. He held it, letting her see it, letting her see just how much she affected him.
“See, Mom?” he said, his voice hoarse, thick with need, the sound almost alien to him. “Look what you do to me.”
Susan gasped, a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes were fixed on his erection. It was big, hard, undeniable. A testament to the raw, forbidden desire twisting between them. Shame warred fiercely with this strange, powerful magnet pulling her towards him. The whiskey burned in her throat, but it did nothing to cool the heat that was now raging through her body, fueled by her own unfinished release and the sight of her son like this.
“Jeremy, stop,” she whispered, her voice a little more steady than before, but still trembling. “You can’t… we can’t… this is madness.”
But he didn’t stop. He gently reached out, took her trembling hand, and placed it on his cock. Her fingers were cool at first, then warmed quickly as they curled around his hardness. A shock, like an electric current, shot through her, both repulsing her and igniting a dangerous spark of excitement. He put his own hand over hers, guiding her grip, slowly, deliberately, making her hand stroke him up and down. His eyes were locked on hers, searching, pleading. He let out a low groan as her hand moved on him, even with his own guiding it.
“Don’t you feel this, Mom?” Jeremy asked, his voice a husky rumble that surprised even himself. He kept her hand moving on him, watching her face. “Don’t you feel the way I feel? This… this need? We both need this. Just for once. Just… let it happen.”
Susan’s fragile resistance crumbled. It fell away like sand. Years of being alone, the crushing weight of being a single mother, the gnawing ache for simple touch, for intimacy, for release – it all came crashing down on her in that single, overwhelming moment. She was tired. Tired of being strong, tired of being responsible, tired of denying herself. Especially tonight.
“Oh God, Jeremy,” she moaned, her head falling back against the cushion, her eyes squeezed shut again. Not in desperation this time, but in yielding. “What are we doing? This is insane.”
“Something we need to do, Mom,” he whispered, his voice urgent. He didn’t wait for another answer. He gently pushed her back onto the couch. Her robe, already loose, fell open completely, revealing every inch of her bare, mature body. He got between her legs, kneeling on the couch over her, his hard cock still throbbing in his hand.
She was… beautiful. In a way he’d never thought about before. Soft curves, the pale moonlight from the window catching the faint stretch marks on her belly. And her pussy… It was right there, framed by the dark, thick hair he’d only glimpsed moments before. It was a deep mound, full and soft-looking, the pubic hair a dense curtain of black and grey, wiry strands curling around the moist, swollen lips. He could see the slit, dark and wet, glistening in the dim light. It looked full, ready. He could smell her now, a musky, earthy scent mixed with the sweet alcohol.
“Mom… I…” He swallowed hard, his voice catching in his throat. “I… I’ve never done this before. Like… ever.”
Susan’s eyes fluttered open. She reached down, her fingers tracing the hot, thick head of his cock. Then, with a low moan, she grasped his shaft, guiding him towards that dark, secret slit between her legs. Her hand was shaking slightly as she pushed him gently against her entrance.
Susan gasped as she felt the blunt head of Jeremy’s cock press against her. Oh god, it was him. Inside her. Her son. The thought slammed into her, but it was quickly drowned out by the sheer physical reality of it. Her pussy was already slick, burning hot from her masturbation, from the whiskey, from the sheer, terrifying, exhilarating reality of what was happening. She looked up at her son, kneeling over her, his face a mask of intense concentration and raw, nervous desire.
“It’s okay, honey,” she whispered, her voice trembling violently, a strange mix of horror and aching need. “I’ll guide you. Oh god… we’re really doing this, aren’t we? It’s insane. Okay… okay, let’s do it.”
She reached down again, her hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer, urging him forward. The head of his cock slid inside her, stretching her tight, hot walls. Susan moaned, a deep, surrender sound, her eyes fluttering shut as the heat engulfed him. “Slowly,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire and the lingering shock. “Take it slow, Jeremy. Don’t rush it. Take your time. If… if this is your first time… please… I don’t want you instantly blowing your load, okay? Take your time and feel it.”
Jeremy nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He pushed forward gently, inch by agonizing inch. He felt his mother’s warm, wet folds enveloping him, gripping him tightly. The sensation was overwhelming. Too much. A dizzying mix of pleasure and intense pressure that made his head spin, made his vision swim. He paused, pushing just a little bit deeper, feeling the difference between the tighter entrance and the softer, wetter depths inside. He could feel the ridges inside her, the warmth soaking into him. It felt… incredible. Like nothing he could have ever imagined.
Susan’s hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging softly into his skin. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice a low purr, thick with yearning. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just… feel it. Feel how good it feels.”
He started to move. Slowly at first, tentative, like he was afraid he might break something. He pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then pushed forward again, a little deeper this time. Susan’s hips lifted off the couch to meet his, their bodies beginning to find a rhythm, a slow, hypnotic sway. He could feel the coarse hair around her pussy brushing against the base of his cock as he moved. It was a strange, new sensation, soft yet rough.
Jeremy’s movements became more confident as the initial shock faded and the pure, raw pleasure took over. He found his rhythm, a slow, steady push and pull. He marvelled at the feeling of his mother’s warmth enveloping him, the way her body yielded to his, the way she instinctively moved with him. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, gripping him tight with each inward stroke. Her hands weren’t just on his shoulders anymore; they roamed over his back, his chest, urging him on, pulling him closer. The feeling of being inside her, filling her so completely, was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. It was intense, overwhelming, and unbelievably good.
“Oh… oh god,” Susan gasped, her voice ragged, a desperate edge creeping in. “Jeremy… yes… like that. Ungh… harder! A little harder, baby!”
Jeremy obliged, his hips snapping forward with a little more force, a little more speed. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the room now – a wet, slapping sound, a deep suctioning noise as he pulled back, punctuated by their laboured breathing and guttural moans of pleasure. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent, the sharp tang of whiskey mingling with her own aroused musk.
“Ungh… don’t stop,” Susan panted, her nails raking softly down his back, leaving faint trails of fire on his skin. “Mmm… right there. Oh god, yes. That’s it. Deeper. Ahh… Jeremy… your nice young cock feels so… ungh… so good inside me. God, I shouldn’t be the one taking your virginity, baby, but oh god, it feels so right now. Just… keep going. Don’t stop.”
He kept pumping. His meaty, virgin cock slid in and out of her mature, hairy twat with increasing speed and depth. Each stroke felt better than the last. The friction was incredible, the wet heat of her body around him sending waves of pleasure through his core. He could feel the difference in her now – she was fully aroused, her muscles gripping him tighter, her wetness increasing. His hand was still on her breast, guided there by her, squeezing her soft flesh, feeling her nipple harden between his fingers. Her breasts were full, heavy, bouncing slightly with the rhythm of their movements. He squeezed them gently, tracing the circle of her areola, pulling her nipple softly.
Susan arched her back against the couch, meeting his thrusts with desperate, hungry movements of her own hips. Her legs had wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside her. Her moans grew louder, less controlled. “Yes! Oh god, Jeremy! Faster! Yes! Right there! Ohhh… ungh… it feels so good! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. His body had taken over. His mind was a blur of sensation – the wet heat inside her, the feel of her body moving under his, the taste of her skin where he’d kissed her shoulder, the sound of her desperate moans, the sight of her face flushed with pleasure. He was pushing deep, burying himself inside her with each powerful stroke, pulling back just enough to slide in again, feeling the rich, full slide, the glorious friction.
“Mom… oh, Mom!” he gasped, his own voice choked with emotion and building orgasm. He squeezed her breasts harder, his hips pounding into her. He could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting inside him, the edge getting closer.
“Yes, baby! Come on! Let go! Oh god, I’m so close! Faster! Please! Fuck me harder!” Susan cried out, her voice cracking. Her hips were bucking wildly now, her legs squeezing him tight. She was riding him, helping him drive deeper, faster.
He felt his control slipping away. The warning she’d given him about not coming too fast disappeared in the onslaught of pure, unadulterated pleasure. This was it. His first time. And it was inside his mother. The wrongness was still there, a faint whisper under the roar of sensation, but it was drowned out by the sheer intensity of the physical act.
“Oh god… Mom… I’m… I’m gonna…” he gasped, his body tensing.
“Yes! Yes, baby! Cum for me! Let it all out! Ungh! Oh god!” Susan screamed, her voice a raw mix of pleasure and release.
He felt the first wave hit him, a shockwave originating in his core and spreading outwards. He let out a ragged yell, burying his face in her shoulder as he pulsed, his body convulsing as his hot, virgin come shot deep inside her. He felt it pump into her, hot and thick, a sensation both terrifying and overwhelmingly pleasurable. He pulsed again and again, emptying himself inside her, his muscles clenching tight around her. Burying his head into her neck as he kept pumping her hairy gash as his load just kept shooting into her cunt. Until eventually he came to an complete alt.
“Oh god, Jeremy, fuck… we shouldnt have done this,” she gasped, her voice hoarse and trembling. “You made mommy’s pussy feel really good. I guess your not a virgin any more.”
Jeremy’s breath came in ragged gasps as he slowly pulled out of his mother, his softening cock slipping free of her warm, wet depths with a wet pop. He sat back on his heels, looking down at the sticky mess oozing out her slit.
Susan’s eyes widened at the sight of the thick, creamy cum dripping out of her pussy, a testament to the intensity of what they had just shared. Her face flushed hot, a mix of shame and a twisted, perverse satisfaction.
“Thank you mom, I needed that,” he put his cock away and kissed her goodnight.