I was scrolling the internet on Mom’s laptop while she was out doing the shopping. I checked her bookmarks and found an escort site.
I went on it and I scrolled through the hotties and was shocked as I found my mom on there. Her profile picture was her in a tight dress with her cleavage showing and it also had a profile and a gallery. I clicked on the profile first and it said, “Experienced, sultry MILF, ready to fulfil your wildest desires. Specializing in domination, submission, and intense, rough sex. Available for incall and outcall. Let’s make your fantasies a reality.”
My heart raced as I clicked through her gallery, my mind filled with a mix of disgust, confusion, and an inexplicable arousal. Picture after picture showed my mom in various stages of undress, some with toys, others with men, and some with women. The last picture was a video still of her bent over a bed, a man behind her, his hips snapping forward as he drove into her. I clicked the link and the video began to play.
I watched as he grabbed her hips and yanked her back onto his cock, her mouth open in a silent moan. He slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint on her skin. This was making my cock hard.
I heard the front door go, “shit.” I quickly logged out and turned the laptop off and went to make a coffee.
I hear Mom’s heels clicking against the hardwood floor, getting closer and closer. My heart races as I pour the coffee, trying to act normal. I turn around and she’s standing in the doorway, a smile on her face.
“Hey, sweetie. What have you been up to,” she said taking her high heels off and rubbing her feet.
“N-nothing much, Mom,” I stammer, my face heating up. “Just making some coffee.”
She raises an eyebrow but thankfully doesn’t push the subject. “Mind if I join you, Mike?”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. “N-no, not at all.”
She sits down across from me, her legs crossed. I can’t help but stare at the way her skirt rides up, revealing more of her thigh. I can still see the handprint from the video, and my cock twitches in my pants.
She catches me looking and raises an eyebrow. “Is something wrong, sweetie? You seem a little flushed.”
I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. “No, I’m fine. Just a little warm. So mom have you been busy.”
“Busy oh only if you knew,” she said smirking.
“What do you mean mom,” It’s not like she would tell me the truth.
“Nothing honey,” she said, her eyes gleaming with a secret.
Later that night while she took a shower I sat on the sofa on my mobile phone scrolling. I had an idea, I googled for the escort site she was on. Took a while but found it.
I made a fake profile up and clicked on Mom’s profile. I hovered over the book now, would I get away with this? Like I would need a disguise or something and change my face. Fuck it I clicked book now my heart is racing. I filled out a form and a message for my mom.
All I had to do was wait for a reply.
Moments later she was out of the shower and was in the kitchen with her laptop.
I went to my room and sat on my bed as I went back onto the escort site. Still no message, I clicked refresh, but still nothing. I put my phone down and 3 minutes later it buzzed with a notification from the site.
I picked up my phone, my heart racing, as I opened the message.
“Meet me tomorrow at 6 pm at the Red Roof Inn. Room 217. Bring cash and an open mind.”
I sent one back, I had to make something up to keep my identity hidden. “So how much for 2 hours with you? Also, I have a wife so if it is ok can I wear a balaclava.” I had to make it up that I got a wife.
Moments later I had another message from her: “Two hours with me will cost you $600. A balaclava is fine, but know that I will have full control. You will do as I say and submit to my every desire. I will push your boundaries and take you to new heights of pleasure. Are you ready for this?”
I send another back, “I will be even more nice I will give you $800 as long as I get a good blowjob and sex.”
Before going to bed I wanted to see what mom would say. I approached her, “I am going to bed Mom I am tired. Say why dont we have a movie night tomorrow.”
“Erm erm… I can’t sweetie I… I am going to your aunt Carols tomorrow, yeah your aunt Carols.”
The day arrived and I was a bag of nerves, I got ready and when it was time I set off.
I pull up in a taxi to the Red Roof Inn, heart pounding in my chest. I go to room 217 and I put on my balaclava and leather gloves and I knock on the door.
I stand outside the door, my heart racing in anticipation. I hear footsteps approach, and the door opens. A tall, imposing figure stands before me, silhouetted in the doorway.
“Come in, naughty boy,” she says, her voice low and commanding. My mom looked hot as fuck, short skirt and an open shirt wearing glasses like some teacher.
step inside, and she closes the door behind me. I can feel her eyes on me, sizing me up, as I take in the room. A big bed, dimly lit with candles, a bottle of wine on the nightstand.
She held her hand out, “Payment first or you won’t get any action do you understand.”
I take out the envelope in which I put $800 inside.
I hand her the envelope, my hands shaking. She takes it from me, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. She counts the money, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she confirms it’s all there.
She tosses the envelope on the nightstand and moves closer to me, invading my personal space, her body heat radiating off her. I can feel her breath on my neck as she whispers in my ear, “Now, let’s have some fun.”
“So you have a wife huh, naughty boy cheating on her to fuck me,” she says, her fingers tracing a line down my arm. I shiver, my whole body tingling with anticipation.
“I-I-I do,” I stutter in a deep voice so she doesn’t know it is me, my mind racing.
She grins, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.”
She steps back, appraising me with a hungry gaze. “Sit in that chair NOW.”
I did as she said and as I sat down she put my arms through the back of the chair and handcuffed me.
“You’re all mine now,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.
She reaches down, running her hand over my crotch and takes out my hard cock, squeezing it. I let out a low moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. I’m already so close to the edge, desperate for release.
She leans down and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby, but first, I have to punish you a little.”
“You’ve been a bad boy, haven’t you?” she growls, her fingers digging into my skin.
I nod, unable to find my voice. She slaps my cock, and I let out a surprised yelp. I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“I don’t have panties on under my skirt, what do you think about that,” she said, my mom’s voice dripping with sin as she sauntered into the room.
I groaned at the thought and she noticed my cock twitch and she got her whip and hit my cock again.
I threw my head back and moaned, the pain mixing with pleasure as she continued to whip my aching cock. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading for more. She grinned and cracked the whip again, the leather slicing through the air before making contact with my sensitive flesh.
“Look at your pathetic dick, bet you’re wanting me to suck it and ride it, hm?” she taunted. I nodded, unable to find my voice. She chuckled and leaned down, her long hair cascading over my chest as she took my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head before she deep-throated me. I groaned, with my hands still handcuffed behind my back, all I could do was sit there while her head bobbed up and down on my cock.
I was moaning loudly, my mom’s mouth feeling incredible on my cock. She pulled back, her lips making a popping sound as they left my dick. She stood up and turned around, bending over in front of me. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine as she said, “You want this? My hairy pussy?”
I nodded, my eyes glued to her splayed pussy. She reached back and spread her lips, revealing her swollen clit and dripping hole. She back up so her pussy was right in my face, I couldn’t move.
“Now fucking eat it,” she demanded in a sinful way.
I dove in, my tongue darting out to taste her wetness. She tasted like pure lust, her pussy hot and slick against my tongue. I lapped at her clit, feeling her tremble under my touch. I slid my tongue inside of her, fucking her with it as she moaned and pushed back against me.
“Mmmmm, I bet you’re dying to fuck it ain’t you, my dirty wet fuck hole,” she teased, grinding her pussy against my face. I nodded eagerly, my cock throbbing with need.
She straddled me, “I am going to ride your cock now, DON’T CUM or you will suffer. We are going to play a little game called edging.”
She held my cock as she sat slowly down as it parted her labia and sank deep up your cunt. Oh fuck it felt good if only she knew whose cock she was impaled on.
As she began to ride me, her hips bucking up and down, my cock slid in and out of her pussy. I could feel every inch of her hot, wet cunt gripping me. She was moaning loudly now, her tits bouncing with each thrust.
“Oh god yes,” she gasped as I thrust up into her hard. “You’re fucking me so good.”
As she continued to ride me, I felt my orgasm building inside of me. But I knew better than to let it go. She had warned me not to cum, and I was determined to obey her every command.
She picked up speed her pussy dragging up and down my solid hard cock.
“Ah yes… you like watching me bounce on your fat prick, ahh fuck,” she kept bouncing on my rod. I wish I didn’t have my hands cuffed behind me I so wanted to pump her up and down and fuck the shit out of her.
After a while she undid my handcuffs and bent over the bed, “You know what to do big boy fuck me hard.”
I didn’t need any more invitation, I stood up and positioned myself behind her, my hands on her hips as I thrust into her hard, filling her up completely. She let out a loud moan, pushing back against me. I started to fuck her harder and faster, my hips snapping forward with each thrust. She was moaning and gasping, her tits swaying with each impact.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” she cried out, her voice filled with pleasure. “Give it to me harder.”
I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I pounded into her. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, getting tighter and tighter as she neared her orgasm. I could feel mine building too, the pressure in my balls growing with each thrust.
“Don’t cum yet,” she gasped, her voice strained.
I slowed down, my hips still moving but at a slower pace. I wanted to make her cum first, to feel her pussy spasm around my cock as she reached her peak.
I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I started to rub slow circles around it, feeling her tremble under my touch. She moaned louder, her pussy getting even wetter.
“Yes, just like that,” she panted, her breath coming in short gasps.
I rubbed faster, my fingers working her clit as I continued to fuck her. She was moaning and gasping, her pussy getting tighter and tighter.
“Ungh,” I pumped her hard.
“Oh fuck, yes, right there, oh god, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her pussy clenching around me as she reached her orgasm. I could feel her juices flowing down my cock, soaking my balls. I continued to fuck her, my hips snapping forward as I chased my own release.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” I shouted, my balls tightening as my orgasm approached. But I held back, my mind focused on obeying her command. I slowed down again, my breathing heavy as I fought for control.
She turned around and looked at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “You didn’t cum, good boy. I’m proud of you.”
She knelt down in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth again. She sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head before she deep-throated me again. I groaned, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt my orgasm building again.
“Cum for me, baby, cum in my mouth,” she murmured, her voice muffled as she sucked me off.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. I felt my cock twitch as I filled her mouth with my cum, her lips sealed around me as she swallowed every drop.
She pulled back, her lips shining with my cum. She smiled up at me, her eyes shining with satisfaction. “Good boy. You did well.”
A few days later, I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had hired an escort, my own mother, and we had engaged in the most intense, mind-blowing sex I had ever experienced. I was still trying to process it all, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
I couldn’t stop thinking about that night, replaying every moment in my head. The way she had taken control, dominating me in ways I had never imagined. The way she had made me feel, pushed me to my limits and beyond. The way she had tasted, her pussy hot and wet against my tongue.
I was hooked, addicted to the rush of adrenaline and pleasure that she had given me. I found myself craving more, my mind constantly wandering back to that night.
I knew I couldn’t keep seeing her, it was too risky, too taboo.
I walked into the kitchen mom was sat at the table looking annoyed.
“Where you get $800 from,” she said as I nearly dropped my coffee mug.
“What you on about,” and she threw my balaclava on top of the table with my gloves.
The room spun around me as I tried to process what was happening. My mother, the woman who had given birth to me, had just been my escort and we had the most intense and passionate sexual encounter I had ever experienced. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that I had let it happen. I couldn’t believe that I had enjoyed it.
“I asked you where you got $800 from,” she repeated, her voice low and dangerous.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I-I-I saved it up,” I stammered, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a believable excuse.
“Enjoy it did you,” she was pissed so angry.
She stood up, her eyes blazing with fury. “You hired me, didn’t you? You’re the one who booked me for that night at the Red Roof Inn.”
I couldn’t deny it, the evidence was right in front of me. I nodded, my head hanging in shame. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I didn’t know it was you when I booked you.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Of course, you didn’t. I am not a fucking idiot, my photo is on my profile. Why? I mean I get lads have fantasies and jerk off to them, but to go through with this hiding behind that mask and fuc… I can’t even say the word. Having sex with me.”
“I can’t believe you would do this to me, your own mother. You are sick, and twisted. I thought I knew you, but clearly, I was wrong.” She shook her head in disgust. “How could you? How could you fuck your own mother?”
I didn’t know what to say, or how to explain the depths of my depravity. “Mom… please… it was a mistake…” My voice cracked with emotion as tears welled up in my eyes. “I never meant for it to happen…”
She scoffed at my pathetic attempt at an apology. “A mistake? Is that what you call it? A fucking mistake?”
“I don’t know what to call it, but I can assure you, it won’t happen again, I was stupid and horny,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I never meant to hurt you, I love you, Mom.”
As I spoke, my heart swelled with emotion. The sincerity of my words seemed to soften her a little, but the hurt and betrayal still lingered in her eyes. I took a deep breath and continued, “I know I messed up big time, and I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. But please give me a chance to make things right between us.”
She remained silent for a moment before speaking, “I just don’t understand why you did this. What were you thinking?”
“Mom,” I began tentatively, trying not to let the emotions overwhelm me as well. “It all started when I stumbled upon your escort profile online by accident one day while looking for something else on your laptop…”
“Go on,” she urged gently, her eyes searching mine for answers.
I took a deep breath and plunged ahead, “Mom… when I booked you for that night at the Red Roof Inn.” My voice cracked with emotion as the words tumbled out of my mouth. “I wanted to experience what it felt like to be with you like that… but now I realize how wrong and twisted it was. You felt so good and was the best experience ever. Then when I made you orgasm it felt great, sorry but it did.”
She sighed putting her hands over her face, “I can’t believe we had sex, the thing is, it… it felt good. Even though I was tricked.”
Later that night I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t go to sleep. My phone buzzed, who could it be at this time of night?
I picked up the phone it was a message from my mom, “Come to my room.”
I slip out of bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I tiptoe down the hall and knock lightly on her door.
“Come in,” she calls out, her voice thick with emotion. I push the door open and step inside, closing it behind me.
She was sat up in bed, I could see her bare shoulders and just a bit of cleavage. Was she naked under those blankets? I just stood there in my boxers.
She patted inside her bed, “get in and we will chat, maybe also we can make an agreement.”
I hesitantly crawl into her bed, my heart racing in my chest. I sit down next to her, the warmth of her body radiating off of her. She turns to face me, her eyes searching mine for answers.
“Mike,” she begins tentatively, “I want you to know that I forgive you for what happened between us.”
My heart swells with emotion as I hear those words come out of her mouth. “Thank you, Mom,” I say softly, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Have you always had some fantasy to you do as you young ones say want to bang me,” she smiled softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm.
“No, Mom, never. I just saw you online and thought that… maybe it could be kind of hot,” I muttered awkwardly, feeling myself flush with embarrassment as I admitted the truth out loud. “But I didn’t really mean for it to go as far as it did. And now that I’ve had a taste of you. Mom.. well, let’s just say you were everything I imagined and more.”
As she speaks, her eyes hold a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability. “Would you do it again if you had the chance? You know what I mean… oh and be truthful it’s ok.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I mean, it was an incredible experience and I can’t deny that I enjoyed it. But at the same time, I know how wrong and twisted it was. And honestly, just thinking about doing something like that again makes me feel guilty as hell.”
She nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting a deep understanding of my conflicted emotions. “I understand where you’re coming from,” she said softly. “And trust me when I say that what we did was definitely not normal or healthy behaviour. But… but what if I gave you permission, why do you think I called you in here, look under the blankets.”
I slowly pull back the blankets, revealing her naked body. My eyes widen in shock and arousal as I take in the sight of her. Her skin is smooth and flawless, her curves full and luscious. Her breasts are round and firm, with hard nipples that beg to be sucked on. Her pussy is shaved clean, glistening with moisture as she spreads her legs wide for me to see.
“Oh and that night I was hairy, now I shaved this earlier in the shower,” she smirked. “So, what do you think? Are you up for another round, baby?”
My heart races as I feel my cock twitching in response to her question. I can’t believe this is happening. But then again, after everything we’ve already done together, maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised.
I never moved so fast as I rolled on top of her fiddling with the waistband of my boxers.
As I position my cock at her entrance, she looks up at me with a wicked grin. “I want you to fuck me hard, baby,” she says in a low growl. “Don’t hold back.”
I thrust into her without warning, burying myself to the hilt in one swift motion. She cries out in pleasure as I start pumping my hips, each thrust pushing deeper inside of her until our bodies are pressed tightly together. Her tits bounce with every movement, and I can’t resist reaching down to grab them roughly in my hands as I continue fucking her mercilessly.
“Oh god, yes, just like that,” she gasps as I continue to thrust into her with wild abandon. “Fuck me harder, baby.”
I can feel the pressure building inside of me again as I continue to pound into her hot, wet cunt. My cock is swelling larger and thicker with every stroke, filling her up completely until there’s no room left for anything else. Her pussy is gripping me tightly now, pulsing rhythmically around my shaft as she nears her orgasm once more.
“Oh fuck… oh god… I’m gonna cum!” she screams out in pleasure as she feels herself being pushed over the edge again by my relentless fucking. Her body shudders violently beneath me as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave.
As she cums hard on my cock inside of her tight little pussy, it sends shockwaves through my own body too causing an explosive release from deep within my balls which then travels rapidly up along the length of my throbbing erection before finally erupting forth from its swollen head in thick spurts of hot sticky jizz that splash against the inner walls of her contracting snatch.
As we both come down from our high, our heavy breathing fills the room. I slowly pull out of her, and she winces slightly as I exit her warm, wet depths. I can see the mixture of my cum and hers dripping down her thighs, and I can’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.
We lay there in silence for a few moments, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I turn to face her, and she looks over at me, her eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. I can’t help but reach out and brush a stray lock of hair out of her face, and she leans into my touch.
“That was… something else,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod in agreement, still trying to process what just happened, I gave her cunt a gentle rub. “Yeah, it was, the best pussy I have ever fucked.”