WARNING: The following story contains mature themes and situations, including incestuous relations between consenting adult characters. This fictional story is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are over the age of 18.
I came home from work, I was living with my mom until I could save up for a place. She had a drinking problem and I am betting she was drunk when I entered the house.
As soon as I entered I could smell the scent of sex strong. I walked into the living room and there were booze bottles everywhere. My mom was passed out on the couch, as I got closer I could see she was in her short nightie. Which had been ridden up and oh my…
She had no panties on showing, her legs open and a full view of her hairy vulva on display. On the floor were two condoms filled and tied in knots. What the fuck, did she let guys fuck her and they couldn’t even throw their used johnnys away.
“MOM… wake up,” I shouted, she stirred a little but didn’t wake up. I grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her hard, “Mom, you need to wake up!” I yelled at her. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me with a confused expression on her face.
“What are you doing home so early?” she slurred as she tried to sit up on the couch. Her nightie was still hiked up around her waist, giving me an unobstructed view of her hairy pussy. My cock started to stir in my pants as I stared at it.
“I came home because there was a problem at work,” I said, trying not to look directly at my mom’s crotch area but failing miserably as my eyes kept wandering back there every few seconds. “And what the fuck is going on here? Why are there condoms all over the floor?”
“Oh, that,” she said, waving her hand dismissively. “I was just having a little fun with some friends.” She tried to stand up but stumbled and fell back onto the couch. I could see her tits shaking as she giggled at herself.
I took a deep breath, trying to control my growing anger and disgust. “Mom, you can’t just bring random guys home and have sex with them on the couch. What if they rob us or hurt you?”
She shrugged. “They’re friends, they wouldn’t do that.”
I looked at her, incredulous. “Mom, you don’t even know these guys. They could be dangerous.”
She sighed. “I know, I know. I’ll be more careful next time.”
I shook my head. “There shouldn’t be a next time. You need help, mom. You can’t keep living like this.”
She looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. “I know I have a problem, but I don’t know how to stop. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see all this.”
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay, mom. I’m here for you. We’ll figure something out. But you need to get help, for real this time. Look I know it isn’t ideal and we shouldn’t as it’s disgusting and wrong. But if you need sex that bad, ask me.”
“What did you just say?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. “I-I said that if you need sex that badly, you can ask me. But I didn’t mean it like that, I just…I don’t know, I just wanted to help.”
She shook her head, a look of disgust crossing her face. “No, no. That’s not right. We can’t do that. We’re mother and son. It’s not natural.”
“It is better than being with a stranger who could have who knows what,” I said, trying to rationalize my earlier statement. “I just don’t want you to get hurt or worse. And I don’t want you to have to resort to bringing random men home for your own needs.”
My mom was silent for a moment, her eyes downcast. Finally, she looked up at me. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I can’t ask you to do something like that. It’s not right. I’ll figure something else out.”
“I know it isn’t right, but it isn’t like I don’t have time for a relationship as I am working a lot. But trust me I have a lot of pent-up tension,” I tried to explain, still feeling embarrassed about my earlier proposition.
“I understand your point, but it’s just not right,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ll figure something else out.”
“That’s a good idea,” I said, relieved that my mom was taking this seriously. “And I’ll help you in any way I can. I’ll even go to therapy with you if you want.”
“Thank you, that means a lot to me,” she said, giving me a small smile. “I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. I’ll clean up and try to get some sleep. We can talk more about this tomorrow.”
“Alright, I’ll let you get some rest,” I said, standing up and kissing her on the forehead. “I mean it mom, the offer is still there if you ever have the urge to you know, don’t rule it out just think about it.”
“I will think about it,” she said as she looked at my crotch, she then laid down and fell back asleep.
I quietly cleaned up the empty bottles I put gloves on and threw away the used condoms, shaking my head in disbelief at the state of our living room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of disgust and confusion that was swirling inside of me.
As I threw away the last of the trash, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for even suggesting what I did to my own mother. It was wrong on so many levels, and I knew it. But at the same time, I couldn’t get the image of her pussy out of my head.
As I headed to my room, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I was angry and disgusted at my mother’s behaviour. The sight of her passed out on the couch, half-naked and surrounded by condoms, was something I would never be able to unsee. It was clear that she had a problem, and it was a problem that went beyond just a simple case of too much drinking.
On the other hand, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was also turned on by what I had seen. The sight of my mother’s hairy pussy had stirred something in me that I couldn’t quite explain. I knew it was wrong to feel this way, but I couldn’t help it. I was a red-blooded male, after all, and my mother was an attractive woman.
The next morning, I woke up early and made breakfast for my mother. I wanted to start the day off on the right foot, and I knew that a good breakfast would be a good way to do that.
When my mother came down the stairs, she looked a little better than she had the night before. She was still a little dishevelled, but at least she was dressed and had showered.
“Good morning, Mom,” I said, smiling at her as I handed her a plate of pancakes.
“Good morning,” she said, taking the plate from me and sitting down at the table. “Thank you for making breakfast. I’m sorry about last night. I didn’t mean to burden you with my problems. I still can’t believe you saw my you know what, so embarrassing.”
“You got a nice pussy, could do with shaving it though,” shit did I really just say that out loud.
I immediately regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, and I looked down at my plate, unable to meet my mother’s gaze.
“Excuse me?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I-I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out.”
She was silent for a moment, and I could feel her eyes on me. I risked a glance up at her, and I could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes.
“Why would you say something like that to me?” she asked, her voice trembling.
I sighed. “I don’t know, mom. I guess I was just trying to be honest. I know I shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more careful with my words.”
“Next you be bloody offering to shave it for me,” she said, trying to lighten the mood, but I could see the pain behind her eyes.
“I don’t mind, I mean, if you want me to,” I said, before quickly realizing the inappropriateness of my words. “I-I mean, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry, mom. I’ll go to my room and let you finish your breakfast in peace.”
I got up from the table, feeling ashamed and embarrassed by my own words. I couldn’t believe that I had just said something like that to my own mother. It was inappropriate and disrespectful, and I knew it. I couldn’t get her pussy out of my head.
I retreat to my room, closing the door behind me with a soft click. I lean against it, letting out a deep sigh as I try to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that’s coursing through me.
I feel disgusted with myself for even thinking about my mother in that way. She’s my mom, for god’s sake. I’m not supposed to have those kinds of thoughts about her. And yet, I can’t deny the fact that I do.
I feel a stirring in my pants as I think back to last night, to the sight of my mother’s naked body splayed out on the couch. I try to push the thoughts away, but they linger, taunting me with their forbidden allure.
My cock is hard and straining against my jeans, I unzip my pants and grip my shaft. I start to stroke myself, imagining it’s my mother’s hand on me instead. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. The taboo nature of the act only serves to heighten my arousal, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
But just as I’m about to cum, Mom walks in, “What would you like for dinn…” she stopped gobsmacked.
“I-I’m so sorry,” I stammer, my face flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”
She stands there for a moment, silent and still. I can’t read her expression. Is she angry? Disgusted? Confused? I don’t know. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for her to say something, anything.
Finally, she speaks. “It’s okay,” she says, her voice soft and gentle. “I understand that sometimes people have…urges. It’s only natural. Your BIG, oh shit.”
I continued to pump my hand up and down, I should stop but it felt too good.
My mom steps closer. “It’s okay, really,” she says. “I’m not mad. I’m just…surprised, I guess. Does that feel good honey? I mean I should leave you to it, or shall I stay.”
“I-I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice shaking. “I-I can’t stop. Ah fuck it feels good.”
“Be truthful, what are you thinking about while doing that,” she said never taking her eyes off of my cock.
“I’m thinking about you, Mom,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m thinking about your pussy. About how it looked yesterday when I came home and found you passed out on the couch. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I’m so sorry.”
“Really,” is all she said, she sighed, “I shouldn’t be saying this, but watching you is making my knickers wet.”
“Oh you’re wearing some for a change,” I chuckled.
My mom steps even closer, her eyes locked onto my hand as it moves up and down on my shaft. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers brushing against the head of my cock for just a moment before she pulls back again.
“May I?” she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean…if you want me to.”
I hesitate for just a moment before nodding slowly. “Yes,” I say, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing. “Please.”
I close my eyes and let out a low groan as I feel the warmth of her mouth engulfing my cock. She takes me in deep, swirling her tongue around my shaft before pulling back to tease me with long, slow strokes of her lips.
After a while she stops sucking and I open my eyes and she’s straddling me. I watch as she hikes her miniskirt up and stretches her panties sideways revealing her hairy vulva.
“Not a word to anyone about this you understand,” she said lining my cock to her slit.
I nodded, still trying to process what was happening. “I won’t say anything, mom. I promise.”
She lowered herself down onto me, and I gasped as I entered her. She felt hot and tight, and I couldn’t help but let out a low groan as she began to move up and down on me.
“Ah sweetie,” she moans with her cunt dragging up and down my cock.
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close as I begin to thrust up into her. “Do you like that mom?”
I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her eyes closed as she savoured the feeling of me inside her. “Yes,” she said softly. “It feels so good. You’re making mommy’s pussy feel so good.”
I had my hands holding her ass cheeks and with my strength pumping her up and down fast as her cunt smacked down to the base of my cock. My dick pumping deep, and as I thrust into her, I can feel the walls of her cunt tightening around my cock. It feels incredible, and I know that it won’t be long before I reach my climax.
My mom moans loudly as she rides me, her tits bouncing up and down with each movement. She reaches down between us and starts to rub her clit furiously, gasping for air as she gets closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh god yes,” she cries out suddenly, arching her back as a powerful wave of pleasure washes over her body. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck yes!” Her pussy clamps down hard on my cock like a vice grip as she comes violently all over it.
I pump in and out through her severe orgasms as I fuck her hard.
My own orgasm begins to build deep within me, and I know that it won’t be long now before I join my mother in the throes of ecstasy. The sight of her convulsing body and the feel of her cunt gripping me tightly is almost too much for me to bear, and I can feel myself reaching the point of no return.
“I’m going to cum too Mom,” I groan through gritted teeth as my cock swells inside her wet pussy. “Oh god yes, here it comes!”
With one final thrust, I bury myself deep inside my mother’s cunt as I explode with an intense burst of pleasure that leaves me feeling weak in the knees. My hot load fills up her pussy completely until there isn’t any room left for more semen.
“Oh fuck I needed that,” I said with satisfaction as Mom climbed off my cock dripping with cum.
“I hope I was good honey,” she said straightening her panties out and then looking at my sticky limb cock resting against my leg.
“Mom, I-I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, still trying to process what had just happened. “That was…that was incredible, but it was also wrong. We can’t do this again.”
My mom nodded, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I know, I know. It was a mistake. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I just…I don’t know, I just lost control. But… Oh, it felt good, are you sure you enjoyed it.”
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m not going to lie, Mom. It did feel good. Better than good, actually. It was amazing.”
She smirked, “Right put your cock away, you got what you wanted now let’s go for dinner.”
A few weeks passed, and my mom became more sexually active as we would sometimes have sex when I had days off work.
It was a strange and confusing time for me, as I grappled with the guilt and shame of what we were doing. On the one hand, it felt good to have that physical connection with my mother, to be able to express my love and affection for her in such a tangible way. But on the other hand, I knew that what we were doing was wrong, that it was a boundary that should never have been crossed.
Despite my misgivings, however, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was becoming more and more attracted to my mother. Every time we had sex, it only served to strengthen that attraction, to deepen my feelings for her. I tried to resist it, to push it away, but it was like a force of nature, impossible to ignore or control.
And so, I found myself in a difficult and complicated situation, torn between my love for my mother and my sense of what was right and wrong. It was a struggle that I knew I would have to face eventually, but for now, I was content to just live in the moment, to enjoy the time that we had together, even if it meant sacrificing my own sense of morality in the process.
“I’m glad you came home early today,” Mom said, as she snuggled up against me on the couch. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, I also got some new lingerie which I am wearing.” She opened her robe and wow.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My own mother, standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a sexy lingerie. My cock started to stir in my pants looking at her body.
“Early night then is it mom,” I smirked as she held her hand out.
As I take her hand and lead her to my bedroom, I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Guilt, shame, confusion, but also excitement and desire. I know that what we’re doing is wrong, but I can’t help myself. I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.
As we stand by my bed, she wraps her arms around me and presses her body against mine. I can feel her breasts pushing against my chest, and I can’t help but let out a low groan as I feel my cock stirring in my pants.
“I want you,” she whispers in my ear, her breath hot and heavy against my skin. “I want you inside me, filling me up with your warmth and love.”
I don’t need any more encouragement than that. I lift her up and lay her down on my bed, taking a moment to admire her body. She’s beautiful, more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen before. I can’t believe she’s my mother, that I’m lucky enough to be with her in this way.
I climb on top of her, kissing her deeply as I slip off her lingerie. She wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer as I slide inside her. We make love slowly and passionately, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. It feels like we’re not just making love, but reconnecting on a deeper level, sharing something that goes beyond words or actions.
When we’re finished, we lay there in silence, holding each other tight. I can feel the weight of what we’ve done, but it doesn’t feel wrong or shameful. Instead, it feels right, like this is where we’re meant to be.
“I love you, Mom,” I whisper, kissing her gently on the forehead.
“I love you too, my sweet boy,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. “I always have, and I always will.”
As we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I know that things between us will never be the same. But I also know that I wouldn’t have it any other way. We’ll face the challenges that lie ahead, together, and we’ll come out stronger on the other side.
Because no matter what the world might throw our way, our love for each other will always be unbreakable. And that’s the greatest hope and source of resilience we could ever ask for.