I had the house to myself, or so I thought. I just bought a new remote control vibrator and I was so horny to use it. I lifted my skirt and pulled my red panties to the side, revealing the bare, smooth skin of my pussy. As I inserted the vibrator, a shiver ran through my body at the foreign sensation. It felt so good already. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pleasure to come.
I checked the remote out, clicking through the settings until I found what I liked. I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs wide, giving myself access to all the controls. I began to tease myself, pressing the button that started a slow, gentle vibration. It was just enough to keep me on edge without pushing me over the cliff.
I heard the front door go “SHIT” I pulled my skirt back down and threw the remote on the table and quickly grabbed a magazine as Lucas my son entered the room.
Lucas, my 18-year-old son, was home from college for the weekend, and I hadn’t expected him to return so soon.
“Hey, Mom,” he greeted me casually, dropping his backpack on the floor and flopping down in the armchair across from me. “What’s up?”
I forced a smile, trying to play it cool despite the vibrator still buried deep inside me. “Not much, sweetie. Just catching up on some reading.”
“You’re all sweaty, looks like you’ve been doing a marathon,” he chuckled.
“Um, maybe I’ve just been running around the house,” I managed to say, trying to deflect his curiosity. I flipped open the magazine, pretending to be engrossed in the article, all the while my mind was racing. How long would this moment last? Would he leave soon? Or would he stay and try to strike up a conversation, oblivious to the secret I was keeping from him?
“What’s this,” he said picking up my vibrator remote and pressing any buttons on it.
Shit, it’s on, I thought, as Lucas’s curious fingers danced over the vibrator controls. I felt the device stir inside me, the vibrations intensifying, sending waves of pleasure through my core. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to moan, as my son’s eyes widened in fascination.
“Wow, what is this thing?” he asked, examining the remote in his hand. “Looks like some kind of toy.”
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “Oh, uh, it’s just something I picked up at the store. A massage gadget, I guess. Nothing special.”
He chuckled “Sure it is Mom.” He started pressing more buttons and he must have pressed the speed button because now my cunt was throbbing and clenching around the vibrator. I wanted to scream but I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.
“Oh fuck… oh… sweetie, don’t… don’t mess around with it,” I moaned in between, but he laughed and kept pressing buttons.
“Oh fucking hell, my pussy…” I accidentally blurted out.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oh fuck, Lucas,” I gasped, my voice trembling with desire. My son stared at me, his blue eyes wide with shock. “Mom, are you…?” His words trailed off as I writhed on the couch, the vibrator pulsing wildly inside me.
“I can’t stop it, baby,” I panted, my face flushed with heat. “You turned it up too high. It’s… it’s too intense…” I couldn’t meet his gaze, mortified by my wanton behaviour. Yet, I was powerless to resist the waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
Lucas’s expression shifted from surprise to confusion. “You, uh, you use this for… for yourself?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of embarrassment.
I nodded, unable to speak as the orgasm built within me, threatening to burst free at any moment. The remote control remained in Lucas’s hand, his index finger hesitating over the ‘off’ button.
But he didn’t, he messed with more buttons, “Damn mom you’re making me hard.”
I gasped, my eyes flying open as the intense waves of pleasure overtook me. “Oh Lucas… oh fuck, I’m… I’m cumming!”
I couldn’t take the pressure any more, I didn’t care who was in the room anymore. I lifted my skirt, my panties were still to the side as Luca’s eyes bulged out as I rubbed my clit in circles hard. I looked at him and oh my… He had his cock in his hand jerking watching me.
“Mom you look so hot, I wish I could take your toy out and put this in you, you deserve a right good shagging,” he said panting as he wanked off at the sight of me.
“Oh Lucas, you dirty boy,” I gasped, my body still shaking with pleasure. The vibrator was still buzzing inside me, its relentless vibrations prolonging my climax. I couldn’t believe what was happening – my own son, my precious 18-year-old, was stroking his cock and watching me like I was the most erotic sight he’d ever seen.
“Sweetheart, you can’t just… say things like that,” I managed to say, even as I continued to rub my clit, chasing every last tremor of the orgasm. My face was flushed, my breasts heaving with each ragged breath. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable, with my skirt hiked up and Lucas’s hungry gaze on my most intimate areas.
“But Mom, I meant it,” he said, his voice low and husky with desire. “You look so fucking hot right now. I’ve never seen you like this before.”
I couldn’t reply, too overwhelmed by the realization that my son found me attractive in this way. It was forbidden, taboo, and yet… the way he was looking at me, fisting his cock and grunting with pleasure, only fueled my own arousal.
“Oh god, Lucas, what are we doing?” I whimpered, even as I slammed my fingers harder against my clit. The vibrator was still buzzing away, keeping me on the edge of another climax.
Without hesitation he walked over to me still wanking, he then let go of his cock and pulled the toy out of my aching cunt. I shuffled me to the edge of the couch.
“Sweetie we… oh god I…” I moaned as he put my legs over each shoulder and slowly slid is cock into my pussy.
I whimpered as Lucas’s thick cock stretched me open, filling the void left by the vibrator. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, urging him deeper, harder.
“Fuck, mom,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so tight. So fucking good.”
I looked up at him, my eyes locked on his, as he pounded into me. The intensity of his gaze mixed with the sensation of his cock drove me closer to the edge. My nails dug into his shoulders, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Lost in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care that my son was taking me, claiming me in the most intimate way possible. All that mattered was the feeling of his body moving against mine, the pleasure coursing through my veins.
“I’m close,” I panted, my walls clenching around him. “Lucas, baby, I’m going to… Ah!”
He pounded me through my orgasm and he was only just getting started. His hand reached for my breast through my shirt as he continued pumping his dick in and out.
I cried out as Lucas’s fingers found my hardened nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips. The dual sensations of him inside me and his touch on my breast sent me spiralling into another climax. “Lucas! Oh fuck, yes!” I screamed as he fucked me through it, his cock pulsing with each thrust.
“Baby, fuck me harder,” I begged, my voice breathy and desperate. “I… I can’t believe your fucking me, oh fuck, yes give mommy your cock ah fuck.”
“Mom, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Lucas, your cock is amazing,” I moaned, my head thrashing from side to side. “Don’t stop, baby, fuck me harder!”
He complied, his pace increasing until it was a frenzied, desperate rutting. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his balls slapping against my ass with each drive. The pressure building at the base of my spine intensified, signaling my second climax.
“Lucas, I’m… I’m cumming again!” I cried out, my inner walls spasming wildly around his shaft.
He grunted, his grip on my hip tightening as he chased his own release. “Fuck, Mom, yes! Cum on my dick!”
With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let out a guttural roar. I felt his cock swell and pulse as he emptied himself deep within me. Wave after wave of his hot seed filled my pussy, prolonging my own orgasm.
Panting and trembling, we collapsed together on the couch, still intimately connected. My son’s face was buried in the crook of my neck, his warm breath fanning over my skin as he struggled to catch his breath.
After a moment, he lifted his head, his eyes locked on mine with a dazed, almost awestruck expression. “Mom… that was… incredible.”
I smiled weakly, my own body still humming with aftershocks. “I know, baby. I never thought I’d be doing this with my son.”
He chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to my cheek. “I’m glad we did. You’re amazing, Mom.”
I hugged him close, savoring the feeling of his skin against mine. “You’re not so bad yourself, Lucas.”
As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises this unexpected encounter might bring. But for now, I was content to bask in the aftermath of our forbidden passion, with my son’s warm body pressed against mine.