It’s me, Sarah. I’m 48, and lately, things have been weird with my son, Mark. He’s 19, glued to his video games, and honestly, a bit of a slob. But lately, I’ve caught him looking… differently. It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time, if you get my drift. Its makes me blush but i just wanna see where it goes.
Last night, we were watching TV. He kept fidgeting, and I could feel his eyes on me. I was wearing a comfy t-shirt, and I wasn’t wearing a bra. I swear I felt my nipple poke through and I saw him look. My face went hot, and I quickly crossed my arms.
“Everything okay, Mark?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah, Mom, fine,” he mumbled, eyes glued to the screen, but he was totally lying
I sighed. Boys will be boys, right?
Work’s been brutal lately. Long hours, stressful clients. All I wanted was to come home and crash. So I grabbed a bottle of wine, figuring a glass or two would help me unwind. One glass turned into two, then three. Before I knew it, I was feeling pretty buzzed
Mark was in the living room, still playing his stupid video games. I stumbled in, wearing just my t-shirt and panties. I was totally shitfaced.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, not even looking up.
“Hey, sweetie,” I slurred, plopping down on the couch next to him. “Just… relaxing.”
I felt hot you know, I think I’m horny.
He finally looked at me. “You okay, Mom? You seem…”
“Tired,” I said quickly. “Just tired.” But even to my own ears, it sounded like bull.
I was sitting, and he was kind of looking at me, and I felt really exposed. His eyes looked at my thighs. He could see I was naked under my shirt. he then started to move closer to me and he knew he was gonna get some
I shifted, trying to pull my t-shirt down a little lower. That’s when he put his hand on my thigh. My body was on fire.
“Mark,” I said, my voice shaking. “Don’t.”
He didn’t stop. His hand started moving higher, closer to my center. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so good. I was so vulnerable, so desperate for the touch.
“Mom,” he whispered, his voice husky. “You’re beautiful.”
That was it. I’m trying so hard to not give in now but i wont be able to hold on for longer. With my eyes closed i say, “Stop”. I feel like I was putty in his hands and really wanting it.
“Mark, its wrong. You have to stop it” he slowly leans in and starts kissing my neck. oh my god “stop” I say but I dont mean it.
“I know” he tells me, “but I can’t, I want you so bad”
He kisses me harder. I couldn’t fight it anymore. I was gagging for a shag, and Mark was right here, offering it to me. I grabbed his face and kissed him back, hard.
We made out for a good few minutes, he then stands up and tells me, “I’m going to get some rubbers”.
At this point, I couldn’t make a decision even if I wanted to. I was shit faced and hornier then ever. “Have you got one?” At this point I was holding onto any sort of moral compass as it was slowly fading away every second.
“No” he tells me, I sigh hoping this is it that we can finish our make out session and nothing more.
He then starts to take my t shirt off, and I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing that felt. Having my tits out in the open felt so amazing with the cold air touching them it was such a weird feeling.
He then starts kissing them, and I could hear him slapping his lips against my nipples as he was doing this. “Mark” I was starting to moan I couldn’t help it, it felt that good.
He then moves his hand closer to my knickers and starts playing through the fabric. It felt so naughty, so disgusting but amazing at the same time. “Mom what the hell are you doing I hate this” I told myself in my head.
He slowly undoes my knickers and then slowly pulls them down my feet, they were now off. He spreads my legs open and I can feel the cold air touching my pussy. I was ready, I was so soaking wet.
He leans down and starts kissing my inner thigh, he then starts to get closer to my labia. I moan again “oh god it feels so good” he then moves closer to my pussy and starts licking my clit.
“Ughh, yes lick it, uhh!” I yelled at Mark. “It feels amazing”
After a good few minutes he stops and says okay I’m done with the foreplay its time to get to business. I was moaning and I was ready.
“Oh, Mark,” I breathe, my voice dripping with desire as I stare into his smoldering eyes. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, my heart pounding with anticipation.
He responds by slowly peeling off his clothes, revealing his toned, muscular physique. His eyes never leave mine as he wraps his hand around his hard cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately. My gaze follows his movements, my body growing more and more aroused with every passing second.
“Mom, are you sure about this?” he asks, his voice thick with desire.
I nod, unable to speak. My breath comes in gasps, my chest heaving with excitement. My pussy is already slick with desire, aching to feel him inside of me.
He positions himself at my entrance, his hard cock pressing against my wetness. I moan with pleasure as he slowly slides inside of me, filling me up completely.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, my back arching as he bottoms out inside of me. “Yes, just like that.”
He starts to move, his hips thrusting in and out of me with a steady rhythm. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, leaving me breathless and begging for more.
“Harder, Mark,” I plead, my voice hoarse with desire. “Give it to me harder.”
He complies, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he pounds into me. Our bodies slap together, the sound of our lovemaking echoing through the room.
“Oh, fuck, right there,” I moan, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist as I pull him in deeper.
He groans with pleasure, his hands gripping my hips as he fucks me harder and harder.
“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks, his voice strained with pleasure.
“Inside me,” I pant, my muscles clenching around him. “I want to feel you cum inside of me.”
“Fuck, mom,” he groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he holds back his release.
I can feel the tension building inside of him, his muscles tensing as he reaches the brink of orgasm.
“I’m close,” I pant, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Cum for me,” he growls, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper. “Cum for me, mom.”
And then, it happens – the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced crashes over me, leaving me breathless and trembling with pleasure. I feel him pulsing inside of me, his hot cum filling me up as he reaches his own orgasm.
We collapse together, our bodies sticky with sweat and spent from our lovemaking. I kiss him softly, a smile playing at my lips as I stare into his eyes.
“That was… wow,” I whisper, my voice full of wonder.
“Just wow,” he replies, a grin spreading across his face as he nuzzles against me.
We lay there, our bodies tangled up in each other, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our lovemaking. And as we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s embrace, I know that this is where I belong – with him.