For nearly a year, I’ve been lost in the ecstasy of my mother’s tight, wet heat. It’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever known, and I can’t get enough. But even with the woman who brought me into this world, the initial, all-consuming lust eventually fades. At first, the mere thought of being inside her was enough to make me ache with desire. But as time goes on, the hunger only grows, demanding more, craving more.
Mother and I were in the thick of this stage, both unwilling to admit that the flames of our passion had dimmed slightly. We still fucked like wild animals whenever we could steal a moment alone, and it was always earth-shattering, but we both knew we could never settle for “good enough.” We were made for something darker, something more illicit.
It was my mother who finally tore down the walls of our reservations, unleashing a torrent of wicked thoughts that had been brewing between us. We were sitting in the living room, trying to maintain our composure as my father worked in his office down the hall. We’d always been careful, limiting our stolen touches and heated kisses to moments when we were sure he was asleep or away.
“You… content, Robert?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. Her eyes, those same eyes that had watched me grow up, now gleamed with a wickedness that made my heart race.
“Content? Mom, are you serious?” I replied, trying to hide the panic in my voice. “What’s wrong?”
A knot of fear twisted in my stomach. Had she changed her mind? Had our secret meetings become too much for her? We’d gone from a reckless seven or eight times a week to a more “manageable” four or five. We’d even managed to be in the same room as my father, sometimes for hours, without tearing each other’s clothes off. Had the thrill of the forbidden worn off for her?
“Nothing’s wrong, baby,” she murmured, leaning closer. The heat radiating from her body made my senses reel. “It’s just… you know you’re allowed to be with other women too, right? I don’t want you to feel… trapped.”
Her words were poison, a sly invitation hidden beneath a veneer of motherly concern.
“I want you, Mom. You know that. Where is this coming from?” I asked, my voice thick with unspoken desires.
“I don’t know, honey…” she breathed, running a manicured nail down my arm, sending jolts of electricity through me. “Maybe… maybe I’m just worried you’re getting… bored with me after all this time. I’ve noticed we haven’t been… intimate quite as often.” Her gaze flickered down to my groin, lingering with a predatory hunger.
“Bored? With you? Mom, I live for you,” I hissed, glancing at the office door like it had suddenly grown ears. “Besides, wouldn’t you be… jealous? Possessive little mommy?”
She laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated right through me. “Jealous? Maybe a little, baby. Unless… unless you replaced your old mom entirely. But… if it was just a little taste on the side? You’d have to tell me all about it, of course. Every grunting detail… maybe even let mommy watch. Just to make sure you’re being safe, you understand.”
Her words were a challenge, a siren’s song that called to the darkest, most forbidden parts of my soul.
“Really?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Why don’t we just… have you join in then? Cut out the middleman?”
“Hmm…” she mused, getting up and settling onto the couch right beside me, her thigh pressed against mine. Her touch was possessive, her fingers tracing a path towards the waistband of my jeans. “That… is an interesting thought, isn’t it? Would you like mommy to share you, Robert? To let another woman taste what’s mine?”
The lust that flashed across her face was raw, untamed. She began stroking my chest, her touch electric, her fingers dipping lower, towards the growing bulge in my pants.
“Maybe I would,” I admitted, my voice rough. “And what about you, Mom? Don’t tell me you wouldn’t get off on the idea of a couple of young cocks worshipping at your altar, satisfying your every craving?”
The lust that flashed across her face was raw, untamed. Her pupils dilated, swallowing the green of her irises as her lips parted slightly, like she was already tasting the forbidden fruit.
“Would you be… okay with that, baby?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper, heavy with anticipation. “I mean… I’ve never really thought about… sharing before. Not in that way.”
But the way she was touching me, the way her eyes devoured me, told a different story entirely. I’d unleashed something in her, something primal and hungry. Her hands roamed further, tracing the outline of my hardening cock, her excitement palpable. I’d started with a joke, a throwaway line, but now… now the possibilities were exploding in my mind. When we’d first started this, the thought of her being with my father, even just sleeping in the same bed, had clawed at me with jealousy. But this? This was different. This was intoxicating. Watching her with someone else, knowing she was still mine, fundamentally and irrevocably mine… it was a dark, twisted fantasy taking shape right before my eyes.
“I guess,” I breathed, my voice thick with desire. “I mean, as long as I’m one of the cocks you’re riding, Momma.”
A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Mmmm, baby… I think I’d prefer if it was three or four of you. Maybe more. And darling, don’t even think for a second I’d consider this if you weren’t right there in the thick of it. You’re the centre of my universe, remember?”
Her fingers tightened around my hardening cock, and I knew, with a thrill that raced through every nerve ending, that we were about to plunge into a new depth of sinful bliss, a level of depravity I hadn’t even dared to imagine.
“So I should take a few calls, Mom, see if I can get the lads around huh?” I said, my voice thick with desire as I imagined the filthy, carnal pleasures that awaited us. “I will make sure I try to talk Andy into it, you always had an eye for him haven’t you? Maybe Mark and Lee, do you think you can manage 4 of us.”
Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. “Andy?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Yes, I always thought…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “And Mark and Lee? Oh, Robert, are you sure about this?”
I grinned, cupping her face in my hands. “Positive. What’s the point of fantasizing if we’re not going to go all the way? Besides,” I added, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, “I want to see you with them. I want to see their faces when they realize who you are to me.”
A shiver ran through her. “You’re wicked, Robert,” she breathed, but there was no disapproval in her voice, only pure, unadulterated lust.
“Only for you, Mom,” I murmured, nibbling on her earlobe. I pulled back slightly, meeting her gaze. “So, are we doing this? Are you ready to unleash your inner goddess? if so I will go ring them now, we can do it at Andy’s cabin, he’s got a hot tub too.”
Her hesitation was brief, a fleeting shadow across her face before the hunger took over again. “The cabin… the hot tub…” she repeated, her eyes glazed over, lost in the image I was painting. “Yes, Robert. Yes, let’s do it. Call them. Tell them… tell them to be ready.”
Later that day I got back and saw Mom in the kitchen, “Good news Mom get your coat on. They are all up for it, at first when I mention we are all banging my mom. They looked at me weird but Andy said it was hot and always wanted to have a piece of you.”
Her face flushed scarlet as she turned towards me, a mix of mortification and excitement swirling in her eyes. “Robert! You didn’t actually tell them that, did you?”
I looked at her, a smirk playing on my lips. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. What’s important is they know what’s expected of them. They know who’s in charge tonight. And they know who they’re worshipping.”
I stepped closer, running my hand down her arm. “Don’t worry, Mom. I made it clear that you’re still mine. They’re just there to…enhance the experience. To help us reach new heights of pleasure, you know?”
Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I…I still can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered, staring at me as if she was seeing me for the first time.
“Believe it,” I said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the door. “Tonight, we rewrite the rules. Tonight, we explore the depths of our desires. Tonight, we lose ourselves in a world of pure, unadulterated sin.”
The drive to Andy’s cabin was filled with a tense silence. I could feel my mother’s anxiety radiating from her, but I also sensed a thrill of anticipation bubbling beneath the surface. I knew she was scared, but I also knew she was turned on by the prospect of what was to come.
When we arrived, Andy, Mark, and Lee were already there, waiting anxiously by the door. They were a motley crew, a mix of jockish confidence and nervous anticipation. Andy, the leader of the pack, was all smiles, while Mark and Lee seemed a bit more apprehensive.
As we stepped out of the car, their eyes immediately locked on my mother. Their jaws dropped, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and lust. I could see the desire burning in their eyes, and a possessive growl rumbled in my chest.
“Gentlemen,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “This is my mother. Behave yourselves, and remember your place.”
The air crackled with tension as we entered the cabin. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken desires, the scent of woodsmoke and lust hanging heavy in the air. Andy poured us all drinks, and the small talk was stilted and awkward.
My mother sat on the couch, her eyes darting around the room, her hands fidgeting in her lap. I could tell she was overwhelmed, but I also saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes. She was a moth drawn to a flame, and she was about to get burned.
After what felt like an eternity, I stood up, draining my glass. “Alright,” I said, my voice cutting through the tension. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
I turned to my mother, a possessive glint in my eyes. “Are you ready, Mom?”
She took a deep breath, her shoulders straightening. “Yes, Robert,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady. “I’m ready.”
I nodded, a predatory smile spreading across my face. “Then let the games begin. Let’s get undressed, lads. You to mom.”
As the men began to strip, my mother’s eyes widened, her gaze flicking from one bare chest to the next. I could see the hunger growing in her eyes, the primal desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. She licked her lips, her breath coming faster as she took in the sight of four muscular, virile men standing before her. Andy was the first to approach, his confident stride eating up the distance between them. He reached out, his calloused hand cupping my mother’s cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip.
“Damn, you look even better up close, huh? Nice tits,” Andy breathed, his voice a low growl that resonated in the tense air.
Mom’s eyelids fluttered shut as Andy’s thumb grazed her lips. A small, involuntary sigh escaped her, a puff of warm air against his skin. She swayed almost imperceptibly towards him, her body seeming to melt into his touch. Her head tilted back, exposing the soft curve of her throat, a vulnerable gesture. I could see the frantic throb of her pulse in the hollow of her neck, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths that betrayed her mounting tension.
Andy’s other hand rose, his fingers threading into her hair, gripping the strands, not gently, but with a possessive firmness. He tugged her head back further, baring her throat completely. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear, his breath hot and ragged against her.
“You got the fucking best tits, lady,” he rasped, the words low and rough, sending a visible tremor through her. “Been thinking about getting my hands on these for years. And that pussy…” His hand slid down from her hair, his knuckles skimming her jawline, her neck, then down over her collarbone, lingering for a moment at the delicate hollow there before finally settling on the curve of her breast, his fingers kneading and squeezing.
“Alright, listen up,” I cut in, breaking the tense silence. “Me and Andy are going first. Mark, Lee, you’re up after, cool?” I positioned Mom, guiding her down onto her hands and knees. Andy shifted behind her, his jeans straining, and I moved to her head, my own cock throbbing, pulsing with anticipation, right near her face.
Andy’s hands clamped onto Mom’s hips, holding her firmly as he positioned himself. I could see his thick cock, already hard and glistening with precum, pressing against her entrance. He didn’t hesitate. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, his shaft sliding into her. Mom’s eyes rolled back in her head, a strangled moan tearing from her throat as she was filled to the hilt. Her body jerked, a mix of pain and pleasure rippling through her.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Andy grunted, his breath hot on her neck. He started to move, slow, deep thrusts at first, testing the waters. “I can feel every bit of that sweet pussy clenching around me.”
Mom’s face was flushed crimson, her eyes glazed over, pupils dilated. She looked up at me, her lips parted and wet, her tongue flicking out to moisten them. I knew what she wanted, what she was silently begging for. I guided my own hard cock toward her mouth, the tip brushing against her swollen lips. “Suck it, Mom,” I commanded, my voice rough and low, edged with dominance.
Her lips parted eagerly, almost desperately. Her tongue darted out, tasting the bead of precum at the tip of my cock. She moaned, a muffled sound against my shaft, as Andy’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. Her mouth was hot and wet, a ravenous heat as she took me deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. I gripped her hair, not gently, but firmly, guiding her head, controlling the rhythm as she bobbed, swallowing me inch by inch, taking me deep into her throat.
“Ah, yeah, suck it like you mean it,” I groaned, my head thrown back as she worked me, her moans echoing in the room along with Andy’s increasingly frantic grunts. “What do you think, Andy? Good idea bringing her now, right?”
Andy’s grunts and groans filled the small space, mingling with the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the muffled, desperate moans escaping Mom’s mouth as she sucked me.
“Fuck yeah, man, the best idea you ever had,” he panted, his hips driving harder, his thrusts losing all semblance of control, becoming raw and animalistic. “She’s got the tightest, wettest pussy I’ve ever fucked. And those tits…” He reached around, his hand cupping her breast, squeezing it roughly, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her from behind.
“Mmmph!” Mom gasped around my cock, her body bucking with each of Andy’s brutal thrusts. His fingers were digging into her soft flesh, his hips slamming against her ass with a force that made the bed creak. Tears welled in her eyes as I fucked her face, my shaft driving deep, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. I could feel her gag reflex kicking in, her throat convulsing around me as she struggled to take my entire length. Andy’s grunts grew louder, and more strained, his movements becoming more desperate.
“I’m gonna… gonna cum!” he gasped, his fingers tightening painfully on her breasts, his knuckles white. “I’m gonna fucking cum inside her tight little cunt!”
With a final, guttural roar, Andy drove into her one last time, burying himself deep within her, his cock pulsing, throbbing as he emptied his load into her. Mom’s eyes rolled back, her body convulsing, shuddering as she was filled with his hot, thick seed. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound, around my cock, the vibrations shooting jolts of pleasure through me.
As Andy’s orgasm subsided, he pulled out of Mom, his cum dripping from her slick, well-fucked pussy, a thick, milky trail running down her ass. I felt my own balls tighten, the pressure building, and her mouth tightened around my shaft, her suction intensifying as she sensed my approaching climax.
“Fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned, my hips jerking uncontrollably, spasming forward as I exploded in her mouth. Thick ropes of hot cum shot down her throat, coating her tongue, filling her cheeks. She moaned again, a wet, guttural sound, swallowing every last drop as I pulsed and throbbed against her lips. When I finally finished, I pulled back, my softening cock slipping from her mouth with a wet, sucking pop. Mom gasped for air, her face flushed and slick with sweat and cum, streaks marking her cheeks like war paint. Andy’s cum was leaking from her pussy, mixing with her own juices, dripping down her thighs. She looked utterly ravaged, debauched, a sight that sent another surge of lust through me. Mark and Lee were watching, their eyes blazing, their cocks visibly hard, throbbing with anticipation.
She turned her head towards Mark and Lee, a flicker of something wild, almost predatory, in her eyes. “Come here, boys,” she murmured, her voice husky, almost unrecognizable.
Mark and Lee exchanged quick, excited glances. They didn’t need to be told twice. Mark moved to kneel in front of her, Lee positioning himself behind her, eager to join in. Lee didn’t waste time, just grabbed her hips and rammed his cock into her, plunging deep into her already soaked pussy.
“Goddamn, her pussy is so fucking swampy,” Lee breathed, his voice thick with lust as he started to pump into her, his rhythm already picking up speed. At the same time, Mom reached out, her hand closing around Mark’s hard cock, guiding it to her mouth. She didn’t ask, just started sucking.
As Lee slammed into her from behind, Mark’s thick shaft slid between her lips, hitting the back of her throat almost immediately. She gagged slightly, a brief, involuntary cough, but recovered quickly, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, pulling him deeper, already a pro at this game. Her free hand reached out, grasping Lee’s hips, urging him in further, deeper into her slick, yielding pussy.
“Fuck, she’s a natural,” Mark groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, using it to guide her head, controlling the depth and rhythm of her suckling. “Look at her, taking us both like a goddamn champion.”
Lee’s thrusts became more aggressive, more insistent, his balls slapping against her ass with each powerful snap of his hips, the sounds echoing harshly in the room. “I can’t believe how tight she still is, even after Andy’s load,” he panted, his grip on her hips tightening, bruisingly firm.
“Her pussy is… squeezing me,” Mark groaned, his voice strained, as Mom’s mouth worked its magic, the vibrations radiating through his body.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Mark gasped, his hips starting to jerk rhythmically as Mom’s skilled mouth worked him closer to the edge. “I’m gonna cum… gonna cum in your mouth.”
Mom pulled back slightly, her lips still wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, her eyes locking with his, lust-filled, demanding.
“Give it to me,” she moaned, her tongue flicking out, teasing the sensitive underside of his head. “I want to taste your cum.”
With a final, shuddering groan that ripped through him, Mark exploded, his hot seed flooding Mom’s mouth, a thick, viscous stream. She swallowed eagerly, greedily, her throat working to gulp down every last drop. As Mark’s orgasm subsided, Lee’s thrusts became even more frantic, his breathing ragged, shallow.
“I’m gonna cum too,” he grunted, his fingers digging into the fleshy curves of Mom’s hips, his knuckles white with strain. “I’m gonna fill this pussy with my load.”
Mom’s pussy clenched around Lee’s throbbing cock, tightening, milking him with each powerful slam. He drove into her one last time, a final, brutal thrust, his hot cum shooting deep inside her, filling her already overflowing womb. She moaned loudly, a raw, primal sound, her body shaking with the intensity of the multiple orgasms washing over her.
Lee collapsed onto her back, his chest heaving, sweat pouring off him as he sucked in ragged breaths. As Lee pulled out, another gush of cum leaked from Mom’s well-fucked pussy, a fresh wave joining Andy and Mark’s offerings, dripping down her thighs, a testament to the brutal pounding she’d just endured. She looked utterly spent, utterly ravaged. Her hair was a tangled, sweat-soaked mess, her makeup smeared across her face, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat. But despite the exhaustion that clung to her, there was a strange, satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded but alight with a dark, knowing fire.
“That was… incredible,” she panted, her voice hoarse, raspy from screaming and sucking cock. “I’ve never felt so… full. So… used.”
I smiled down at her, a mixture of pride and raw lust swelling in my chest. “You were amazing, Mom. I knew you could handle it.”
That night… it wasn’t just sex. It was… something else. The best sex of her life, she said later, in a breathless whisper, eyes still glazed with remembered pleasure. And it didn’t stop there. As soon as we could get hard again, it started all over. Double penetration, missionary, doggy… we took turns, used her every way we could think of. It was a long, very good night.
As the hours blurred and dawn approached, the five of us lay tangled together on the cabin floor, a sweaty, exhausted, sated mess. Mom’s body was a roadmap of red marks and bite bruises, a raw testament to the violence and passion of the night. Her breasts rose and fell in labored breaths, her nipples still tight and sensitive from the relentless attention. Between her thighs, her pussy was a sticky, swollen mess of cum and her own juices, the lips puffy and throbbing from the brutal fucking she’d taken.
Andy, Mark, and Lee were sprawled around her, their chests rising and falling rapidly as they tried to catch their breath. Their cocks lay spent and flaccid against their thighs, glistening with the sticky remnants of their orgasms. The air was thick, heavy with the potent scent of sex – the musky, animalistic aroma of sweat and cum mingling with the lingering, sweeter fragrance of Mom’s perfume, now overwhelmed and tainted by something raw and primal.
“Naughty boys,” Mom murmured, a low, throaty chuckle escaping her, her voice still rough with overuse. “My pussy… it needs a rest now.”
A wave of satisfaction washed over me, seeing them all so worn out, especially her. A primal possessiveness flared within me. This was my family, my territory, and Mom… well, Mom was ours.
“Rest then,” I said, running a hand through her tangled hair. “You deserve it.” I leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, tasting the lingering salt of her sweat and the faint metallic tang of our shared pleasure.
The silence hung heavy for a moment, broken only by the sound of our ragged breathing. Then, Andy stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the scene.
“Worth the wait,” he mumbled, reaching out to stroke Mom’s hip.
Mark and Lee grunted in agreement, their eyes still half-closed, lost in the afterglow of exhaustion. But the possessive glint in their eyes was unmistakable. They knew, just as I did, that last night had changed things. Boundaries had been crossed, taboos shattered. We had all tasted something forbidden, something exhilarating. And we all wanted more.
“So,” I said, breaking the silence, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “What do you say, Mom? Ready for round two tomorrow?”
Mom’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and excitement flickering across her face. “Tomorrow?” she gasped. “You’re insatiable, the lot of you.”
“Only for you, Mom,” Mark said, his voice thick with desire.
Lee nodded, his eyes burning with intensity. “We’ve waited a long time for this. We’re not going to let it go easily.”
Andy just smirked, reaching out to pinch her nipple. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” he said, his voice teasing.
Mom blushed, her gaze flickering from one of us to the other. She knew she was outmatched, outnumbered. But there was a thrill in that knowledge, a surrender to the raw, untamed desire that bound us all together.
“Alright, alright,” she sighed, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Tomorrow it is. But you’re all taking me to the spa first. This old body needs some serious pampering after what you put it through.”
We all laughed, a chorus of deep, satisfied chuckles that echoed through the cabin. The spa, the massages, the pampering… it was all just a prelude to the next night, the next descent into the depths of forbidden pleasure.
As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, painting the room in a soft, golden glow, I knew that this was just the beginning. This was our new reality, a world where boundaries blurred and desires ran wild. And I, for one, couldn’t wait to see where it would lead us. We were a family, bound by blood and now, by a shared secret, a shared hunger that could never be satisfied. And Mom, our beautiful, willing Mom, was at the centre of it all, the queen of our depraved little kingdom. The days of awkward glances and repressed desires were over. Now, it was time to embrace the chaos, to revel in the forbidden, and to push the limits of pleasure as far as we could go.