I sat next to my mother on the couch, a blanket draped over us as we watched Friday the 13th. I felt a sense of unease wash over me as the sex scene began to play, the camp counselors entwined in passion. I heard a soft, almost inaudible whimper to my side. My mother’s hand was hidden beneath the blanket, and I couldn’t help but notice the subtle movements near her crotch area.
“Are you alright, Mom?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. She shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin, tense line.
“Ah… yes, sorry,” she panted, her cheeks flushed. I wasn’t blind to what was happening under the blanket, not when it was right next to me – her own son.
Without thinking, I slowly inched my hand underneath the blanket, making my way towards the hem of her nightgown. She jumped when my hand met hers, both of us now touching her most intimate area.
Slowly, hesitantly, I reached my hand under the blanket, my palm facing up. I moved so slow that she would definitely see it coming. I made my way towards her and stopped when I felt I was near here thigh. She jumped slightly when my hand brushed against hers. Her skin was warm, almost feverish. My fingers tentatively brushed against the soft fabric of her nightgown.
“Honey, w-what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Her hand tightened around mine, not pulling away, but definitely not encouraging either.
I kept my voice low, a conspiratorial murmur. “Mom… I think I know what you need.” It was a gamble, but I had to know. My fingers gently traced the curve of her thigh, inching closer to the hem of her nightgown.
She shivered again, her breath catching in her throat. “Mikey… please don’t,” she whispered, but the words lacked conviction.
I ignored her please and slipped my fingers under the hem of her nightie, my fingertips grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh. I felt a dampness there, and my heart leaped. She hadn’t shaved in a few days so I could feel the soft hairs on her pussy as my finger moved around.
“Oh, oh my…” she gasped, her breaths coming quicker now. “Don’t… don’t do that, honey.” But her hand stayed locked around mine, guiding my fingers closer to the source of her obvious arousal.
I pressed on, my fingers exploring the soft folds of her labia, feeling the slickness between them. She tasted so sweet on my finger as I brought it to my mouth. Her pussy was like a ripe peach, bursting with sweet juice.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I whispered, my voice a low hum against her ear.
“Nghh, yes,” she moaned, her hips shifting subtly. “Your touch… uhhh, so good.” She couldn’t hide her pleasure. With each stroke of my fingers I could see this was what she wanted.
I leaned in closer, my voice a husky promise. “Want more, Mom?” I asked, feeling bold now that the ice was broken. I had to see how far I could go.
She looked at me, her eyes wide and uncertain. “Mikey… we can’t,” she said, her voice laced with panic. “This is wrong.”
“Is it?” I challenged, my gaze locked on hers. “Doesn’t feel wrong.” I gently massaged her clit.
I undid my jeans and threw the blanket of us and laid her down. I got between her legs and yanked her knickers down and off. She didn’t argue as I rubbed my dick up and down her slit. I could feel the heat radiating from her damp flesh. She was so close, and so was I.
“Mom, I’m ready,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. I pressed the head of my hard cock against her wet opening. She gasped, the anticipation clear on her face.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she bit her lip. “We really shouldn’t,” she whispered, but her hips tilted upwards, inviting me closer. “But oh, God… you feel so… right.”
I didn’t wait any longer. I pushed forward, my cock sliding into her with a thick, wet sound. She gasped again, her nails digging into my back.
“Nghh, yes, all the way in,” she moaned, louder now. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper.
I pushed harder, feeling her tightness around me. “Ughh!!” she cried out, arching her back. The couch groaned beneath us.
“Harder, yes,” she begged, her hands gripping my ass, guiding me. “Pound my pussy, Mikey.”
I gave her what she asked for, thrusting into her with a primal rhythm. The sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, drowning out the screams from the TV. Our sweat mixed together in the air.
“Ugh, that’s it! You like that, Mom?” I grunted between thrusts, feeling the heat building inside me.
“Yes! UHH… Fuck, yes!” she screamed, her voice raw with pleasure. She was completely lost in the moment, all inhibitions gone.
I could feel her cunt clenching around me, milking me with each thrust. “Where do you want me to cum, Mom?” I asked, my voice strained.
“Inside… Inside me, anywhere, just… don’t stop!” she panted, her body shaking.
I struggled to hold back, wanting to prolong the pleasure for both of us. “Not yet, don’t cum yet, ah!” I groaned, fighting the urge to explode.
But she was close, I could feel it. Her pussy tightened around me, and she cried out, “OOHH, sweetie!”
“UNGHH,” I grunted, feeling the fire in my loins building to a crescendo.
Then, she shuddered, her body convulsing in a series of delicious spasms. “Now! Now, honey, let go!”
I let out a roar, “Grrr, fuck,” as my cock pulsed, spewing hot, thick cum deep inside her.
She moaned with me, “Ohh, yes, fill me up,” her body trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm.
We collapsed against each other, chests heaving, the movie long forgotten. My cock slipped out of her, leaving a trail of glistening wetness on her thighs. The couch creaked in protest. The air was charged with the scent of sweat and sex.
“That’s… oh my,” she whispered, still catching her breath. She looked at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of shock and… satisfaction.
I kissed her forehead, pulling her in tight. “Love you, Mom,” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
She clung to me, burying her face in my neck. “Love you too, sweetie,” she murmured back, her voice still trembling.
The movie ended, the credits rolling silently on the screen. But for us, a new chapter had just begun, right there on the couch, in the aftermath of a forbidden pleasure.