My name is Mom. I am 46. My husband is Mark, he is 55. We have a son. His name is Richard and he is 18. Richard has a girlfriend. Her name is Molly, she is 18 too. We all went on holiday.
We stayed in a hotel. Richard and Molly had one room. Me and Mark had another room. One night, Mark and Richard said, “We go drink beer!” They went to the hotel bar.
Molly and me stayed in. “Girls night!” Molly said. We got wine. We talked and laughed. We drank a lot of wine. Wine is yummy but makes you dizzy.
“I’m sleepy,” Molly said. “Me too,” I said. We stood up. Everything spun a bit. Oops. We went to our rooms. But we were mixed up!
I went to Richard’s room by mistake. Molly went to my room. I fell into bed. It was dark. So dark. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep.
Later, door opened. Someone came in. Must be Mark. He got into bed behind me. He was big and warm. He kissed my neck. Yummy kisses.
He started to touch my boob. Then my bum. He slid my panties down. His hand went down there. Fingers in my pussy. It felt good. “Mark?” I whispered. No answer.
Then, he pushed inside me. His cock was hard and big. It went right in. “Ughh,” I breathed out. It felt really good. Like, really really good. He started to move. In and out. Squelch, squelch. Like gum being chewed. Weird sound, but felt nice.
“Oh fuck, Molly, your pussy feels different,” he said. Wait. Molly? I am not Molly’s. That’s Richard! Oh no! It’s Richard! He thinks I’m Molly! My fucking son is fucking me.
My son is fucking me. My own son! Oh my god. But it felt so good. So so good. He was going fast now. Pounding my pussy hard. Slap slap slap, his balls hit my bum.
“Harder, yes pound my pussy!” I wanted to say it so bad! But I didn’t say anything. I just moaned. “Unghh,” I went. “OOHH,” louder that time.
“NGHH, yes all the way in there, Ughh!!” Richard grunted. He was really going for it. It felt so intense. My cunt was soaking wet. His cock was so thick inside me. Squelch, squelch, slap, slap.
I could hear noises from the room next door. Moaning sounds. Was that Mark? Fucking Molly? Oh my god. This is crazy. Richard is fucking me. Mark is fucking Molly. We swapped rooms!
I should stop him. I know I should. But… it felt too good. So so good. I just lay there and took it. I stayed very quiet. Didn’t say a word.
“Grrr fuck,” Richard growled.
“That dick feels so good,” I thought. His cock was deep inside me. Pounding and pounding. I felt like I was going to burst.
“Not yet, don’t cum yet ah god your pussy feels so good,” he said to himself. But he was close. I could feel it. He kept going faster and faster. “UHH,” he yelled. And then he came. He shot his cum deep inside me. It felt hot and sticky.
He stopped moving. He was breathing hard. Pant pant pant. I was panting too. Nghh. It was over. He was still inside me. Heavy and hot.
We lay there for a long time. Quiet. Too quiet. I was so embarrassed. And hot. And wet. And… kinda good? No! I am such a Bad Mom!
Morning came. Awful morning. Richard woke up first. He looked at me. His eyes got big. “MOM?!” he yelled. “What the fuck!”
I just pulled the sheet up to my neck. My face went red. I didn’t know what to say. Awkward. So so awkward.
“MOM?!” he yelled. He jumped out of bed. He looked so shocked and pale.
I just sat up in bed. Covered myself with the sheet. “Hi, Richard,” I said quietly.