Monday: The tension in the house was thick enough to cut with a knife. Mom had been on edge all day, her sharp tongue slicing through the air like a blade. She strutted into the living room, her tight jeans hugging her hips and her low-cut top leaving little to the imagination. She always dressed like she was still in her twenties, not a woman pushing forty. It was unsettling, the way she flaunted herself, especially in front of me.
“You’re still here?” she sneered, lighting a cigarette with a dramatic flick of her wrist. “When are you gonna get your shit together, Danny? No job, no girl, just sitting around like a lump. No wonder Becky left you.”
I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening. “Not now, Mom. I don’t need your crap today. Becky dumped me because she couldn’t handle my moods, okay? Happy?”
She smirked, blowing smoke in my direction. “Good. Why should you get any action when I don’t? It’s not fair.”
I rolled my eyes, my patience wearing thin. “Yeah, because it’s all about you, right? Always about you.”
She bent over to pick up her lighter, her top gaping open, and I quickly looked away, disgusted. “For God’s sake, Mom, have some decency!”
She straightened up, laughing bitterly. “Oh, please. Like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before.”
Wednesday: The week dragged on, each day worse than the last. Mom’s mood swings were unbearable. One minute she was yelling at me for being a failure, the next she was prancing around the house in skimpy outfits, complaining about how no man would ever want her with me still living at home.
“You’re cramping my style, Danny,” she said, adjusting the strap of her tank top. “No one’s gonna look twice at me with my loser son hanging around.”
I slammed my fist on the table. “Maybe if you weren’t so damn selfish, you’d see I’m struggling too! I lost my job, my girlfriend, and now I have to deal with your crap every day!”
She shrugged, unfazed. “Welcome to the real world, sweetheart. Life’s a bitch, and so am I.”
Friday Night: I came home late after hanging out with my friends, hoping to avoid another confrontation. But as soon as I walked through the door, I heard her voice—loud, slurred, and angry.
“You’re ruining my life, Danny!” she shouted from the living room. I froze, my stomach sinking.
She was sprawled on the couch, wearing a short purple nightie that barely covered her thighs. The neckline plunged dangerously low, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, and she was gesturing wildly at the TV, yelling at some reality show.
“None of these men would want me anyway, not with you still here!” she slurred, her words dripping with bitterness. She leaned forward to grab her glass, the nightie riding up even higher, and I quickly averted my eyes.
“Mom, you’re drunk,” I said, my voice tight. “Go to bed before you embarrass yourself even more.”
She turned to me, her eyes blazing. “Embarrass myself? You’re the embarrassment, Danny! You’re the reason I’m alone! No man wants a woman with a grown-ass kid still living at home!”
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “This isn’t about me, Mom. This is about you and your issues. Stop blaming me for your problems.”
She stood up unsteadily, the nightie clinging to her curves. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re holding me back! I’m still young, still beautiful, but no one wants me because of you!”
I shook my head, exhausted. “You’re drunk, Mom. Go to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
She stumbled toward me, her finger jabbing at my chest. “You don’t get to tell me what to do! This is my house, and I’ll do what I want!”
I stepped back, my hands up in surrender. “Fine. Do what you want. But don’t expect me to stick around and listen to this crap.”
As I walked away, she shouted after me, her voice echoing through the house. “You’re just like your father! Selfish and useless!”
I closed my bedroom door, leaning against it as I tried to block out her voice. The weight of her words pressed down on me, but I refused to let her break me. Not again. Not tonight.
As I laid in bed thinking of Becky, I miss her and its been a while since I have had any action. Mom is always moaning she isn’t getting any action too.
As the night went on I heard moms bedroom door go I just laid there staring at the celling angry and sexually frustrated. I laid there for an hour since mom went to bed and I so wanted to confront her. So I did. I got out of bed just in my boxers and went to her room, I didn’t knock I just entered.
I pushed open the door to her room, the hinges creaking softly. The dim light from the hallway spilled in, casting a faint glow over the mess of clothes strewn across the floor and the empty wine bottle tipped over on her nightstand. Mom was lying on her bed, the purple nightie twisted around her body, one leg dangling off the edge. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she registered my presence.
“What the hell, Danny?” she slurred, propping herself up on one elbow. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her makeup was smudged, giving her a wild, almost feral look. “Get out of my room!”
I stood there, my chest rising and falling with pent-up frustration. “You think I don’t hear you? Every damn night, Mom. Every night it’s the same thing—how no one wants you, how I’m ruining your life. Well, guess what? You’re ruining mine too!”
She blinked at me, her expression shifting from anger to something else—something darker, more calculating. “Oh, poor Danny,” she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Boo-hoo. You think you’ve got it bad? Try being me for a day. Try being alone, unwanted, while your own son sits around feeling sorry for himself.”
I took a step closer, my hands clenched into fists. “You think I don’t feel alone? You think I don’t feel unwanted? Becky left me, Mom. She left me because I couldn’t handle my own head, because I couldn’t stop thinking about how messed up this family is!”
She laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Welcome to the club, Danny. Life’s a bitch, and then you die. But hey, at least you’ve got your youth. What do I have? A dead-end job, a deadbeat ex-husband, and a son who can’t even look at me without cringing.”
I stared at her, my anger boiling over. “You think I cringe because of you? No, Mom. I cringe because of the way you act. Listen, believe it or not mom or not if I am honest, you walking around like that as been doing things to me. Look you are not the only one who is sex deprived. You are hot and sexy, there I said it. Maybe we can help each other.”
The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. Mom’s eyes widened, her drunken haze momentarily clearing as she processed what I’d just said. Her lips parted, but no words came out. For a moment, it felt like the entire world had stopped spinning.
Then, her expression shifted—first to shock, then to something unreadable. She sat up straighter, the purple nightie slipping slightly off her shoulder as her tits dangled in her nightie. Her voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a sharp edge. “What did you just say?”
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The words had tumbled out before I could stop them, a raw, unfiltered confession fuelled by frustration and pent-up emotions. Now, standing there in nothing but my boxers, I felt exposed in more ways than one.
“I… I didn’t mean—” I started, but she cut me off.
“No, no, you said it,” she snapped, her voice rising. “You think this is some kind of joke? Some kind of twisted fantasy? God, Danny, what the hell is wrong with you?” But then her glance to me changed as she looked at the tension in my boxers. She looked like she was tempted.
I took a step back, my face burning with shame. “I didn’t mean it like that, Mom. I just… I don’t know. I’m messed up, okay? We’re both messed up. I’m sorry. But think about it, I just want us to be back to normal. Also, want you to feel wanted, so yeah I did mean it actually. Hate me for it if you like but…”
She sighed staring at me in away I never seen before, at my bulge which was raging, “you really are serious ain’t you.”
“Well, you keep saying you are not getting any action, well neither am I. We are in the same but, so why are we arguing when we both need the same thing,” I blurted out feeling so damn tense.
She bit her lip, a gesture that sent a shiver down my spine, and then rose from the bed in one fluid motion. The nightie skimmed her thighs, revealing more skin than it concealed. She stepped closer, the scent of wine and something primal surrounding her, intoxicating. “Take off your boxers,” she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
I hesitated, but the tension was too much. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down, my throbbing shaft springing free, hard and aching. I walked over and climbed in her bed. Her gaze dropped, and for a moment, she just stared.
“Oh my…” A wicked smile played on her lips. “Seems like someone’s been holding out on me.”
With a deft hand, she pulled at the hem of the nightie, the fabric whispering against her skin as it rose, revealing the black lace of her panties, soaked through and clinging to the curve of her cunt. “Your turn,” she whispered, her fingers hooking under the elastic, tugging it aside. “Let’s see if you’re man enough.”
The room was silent save for our ragged breaths as her panties were pulled to expose her glistening pussy, the folds of her labia swollen and inviting. The head of my cock pressed against her, a promise and a threat, the heat radiating from her core beckoning me closer.
She let out a low, guttural moan as I teased her entrance, the tip of my cock parting her slick, engorged lips. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I growled, pushing forward, feeling the resistance, the give, as her body yielded to me.
“Oh, Danny…” she breathed out, her back arching. “I am gonna regret this, but fuck… do it. Fuck me, I so need it so badly I am gagging for cock.”
“Think you can handle me, Danny?” she taunted, her voice laced with a dare, as she lay back on the bed, her thighs parting to reveal her dripping honey – her cunt glistening, her labia swollen and inviting.
I stepped forward, the head of my cock grazing her slick entrance, a tease that made her shudder. “I’ll show you handling, Mom,” I growled, and with a firm grip on her hips, I plunged into her, her tight snatch enveloping me like a velvet glove. She cried out, a sound that was primal and raw, her fingers clawing at the sheets.
“Fuck, you feel… incredible,” she gasped, her body arching as I began to ravage her relentlessly, my every thrust deep and deliberate. I could hear the slick sound of our union, the bed creaking in rhythm with our movements, the headboard knocking against the wall.
Her tits bounced with the force of my pounding, her nipples hard peaks, begging for attention. I leaned down, sucking one into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue as she moaned, “Yes, like that! Don’t stop!”
Encouraged, I switched to the other, her moans a symphony to my ears as I pounded her harder, my balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. “Oh fuck, Danny! Yes, just… like that!”
The walls of her pussy clenched around me, her inner muscles a vice grip that drew me deeper. “Gonna make you scream, Mom,” I promised, my voice ragged with lust. “Gonna make you forget every lonely night.”
“Prove it,” she panted, her nails raking down my back, “Prove you’re the man to end this drought.”
I angled myself, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. “Oh, oh, ohhh! I’m gonna explode! Give it to me, baby!”
Picking up the pace, I drove into her with all the pent-up frustration, all the longing, our bodies moving in a dance as old as time. She was a vision of debauchery, her tits swaying, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. “Harder, baby! Make me feel it all the way up my pussy!”
Her cunt milked my cock, the pleasure building to a crescendo, and I could feel her on the brink. “Oh fuck, yes! Don’t stop! I’m so close, I’m going to cum!” she wailed, her body tensing, ready to unravel.
She locked her legs around my waist, urging me deeper, her voice a desperate hiss, “Don’t hold back, Danny. Pound my mature cunt hard. Show me you’re a real man.”
I seized her hips, angling my throbbing shaft to plunge into her welcoming heat, her pussy gripping me like a vice, her wetness coating me as I drove in with a primal growl. “You asked for it, Mom,” I snarled, and began a relentless rhythm, my every thrust a punishing declaration of our forbidden desire.
Her tits bounced in tandem with each brutal stroke, nipples hard, begging for attention. I leaned forward to capture one in my mouth, sucking hard as her back arched, her moans filling the room. “Ohhh, yes! Your cock is so fucking deep, Danny. Don’t stop!”
With each powerful thrust, the bed groaned beneath us, the headboard slamming the wall in time with my savage pace. Her pussy fluttered around my veiny shaft, milking me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” I grunted, feeling the build of my release as her nails clawed at my back.
“Harder, baby!” she cried out, her voice a mix of pain and ecstasy, her body on the edge. “Make me scream!”
I angled myself to hit her sweet spot, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure. “Oh God, yes! Just like that! I’m gonna… Ahh, I’m cumming!” Her cunt clenched around me, pulsating, as her orgasm ripped through her, her scream echoing off the walls.
I didn’t relent, my own climax building, the pressure mounting. “I’m filling you up, Mom,” I warned, my voice guttural. “Take my hot load, all of it.”
With a final, deep plunge, I exploded inside her, my seed flooding her aching pussy, filling her to the brim. She shuddered, her body clenching, milking every last drop as she gasped, “Yes! Yes! Ahhh… It’s so fucking good!”
As I pulled out, her pussy was left creamy with my cum, both of us shattered and breathless, the air heavy with the scent of our mingled lust.
“I can’t believe you just fucked me. Your mom.” She panted getting her breath back.
“Listen from now on you are mine, OK. No one touches this pussy but me, you talk to me right and ill treat you right every damn fucking night. YOU UNDERSTAND MOM.”
“Y-yes Danny, oh my the authority,” mom looked shocked at me and in a very turned on way.
“NOT Danny,” I grabbed her by the cheeks. “Master, do you understand me. Every night we will fuck hard like rabbits.”
“Yes master,” her eyes lit with pure desire. She as never been spoken to like that before.
“I know you have a high sex drive so I mean it, you do not need a man. You need me understand.” I said to her but deep down was I been to weird, to harsh. The way she was looking at me when I spoke to her like that, there was a spark.
“Mmmm yes, I like the new you Danny. Oops Master. No but seriously sweetheart. I… I should have never have treated you like that.”
She broke down crying as we laid on our sides as she put her arms around me and sobbed into the side of my neck.
With her warm tears soaking into the sheets, Mom’s breath caught against my neck, her body trembling from the raw intensity of our encounter. I held her close, the scent of our sex still heavy in the air, mingling with the remnants of wine and sweat. Her sobs slowed to soft sniffles as she pulled back, her eyes, now red-rimmed, searching mine.
“Danny… I mean, Master,” she whispered, her voice a ragged mix of vulnerability and need, “that was… I never knew I could feel this way.”
I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, my thumb grazing her cheek. “You don’t have to apologize, Mom. We both needed this, needed each other.”
She nodded, a small smile breaking through the tears. “I’ve been so cruel to you, and you still… you still look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, though I knew, my gaze locked with hers, brimming with desire and a newfound respect.
“Like I’m worth it. Like I’m desirable.” Her fingers traced the lines of my chest, a silent apology and a plea. “I’ve been so lost, Danny, so alone.”
“And I’ve been drowning in my own shit,” I confessed, my voice low. “But this… us… it doesn’t have to be a mistake. We can own this, Mom. Together.”
Her lips quivered, then firmed as she made her decision. “Master, I want that. I want us. But promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Keep making me feel wanted. Every night,” she breathed, her hand slipping down, finding my semi-hard cock and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’ve craved this touch, this connection.”
I groaned, my body responding instantly to her. “You’ll get it, every fucking night,” I vowed, feeling her firm grip. “But now, it’s your turn to get what you need.”
I flipped her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, the bed dipping with the shift. Her nightie, skewed and forgotten, bunched at her waist, leaving her ass and glistening pussy on display. I slapped her cheek, not hard, but enough to elicit a gasp.
“Ready for round two, Mom? This time, I’m taking you from behind.”
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned, arching her back, presenting herself to me. “Ravage me, Master. I’m your dirty whore, your cock-hungry bitch. Fill me again.”
I gripped her hips, aligning my throbbing shaft with her dripping slit. “You’re gonna take every inch, Mom. Your mature cunt’s gonna milk me dry.”
With a firm push, I buried myself in her velvet heat, her walls tightening around me. My big balls swinging and slapping hard against her.
“Mom I could get use to this, how about you,” I said to her as I panted going full on at her pussy hard.
The relentless sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, a carnal rhythm punctuated by Mom’s lustful cries as I pounded her from behind, her mature ass clapping hard against my hips with each brutal thrust. I gripped her waist, my fingers digging into her flesh, guiding her to meet my every punishing drive. The purple nightie, now a tangled mess, left her back bare, her wet hair clinging to her sweaty neck.
“Fuck, Mom,” I growled, my words a snarl of lust, “Your pussy is begging for it, isn’t it? Taking my cock like the slutty bitch you are.”
Her voice was a desperate keen, “Yes, Master, yes! More! Don’t you dare stop. Ravage me… harder!”
The bed groaned, creaking under the force, and I obliged, slamming into her dripping pussy, her glistening cunt clutching at my throbbing shaft. Her moans turned to sharp screams, “Oh God, Danny… Master, your cock is so fucking deep!”
I felt her tighten, her walls gripping me, a vice of pleasure as she teetered on the edge. “That’s it, take it all. You want it rough, Mom? You got it,” and I angled to hit her G-spot, watching her body jerk with the intense pleasure.
She was a vision of pure, raw desire, her tits bouncing, nipples hard with need. “I’m close, oh fuck, I’m so close!” she wailed, her body tensing, “Make me cum, Master, make me scream!”
I leaned forward, my chest against her back, my breath hot against her ear. “Scream for me, Mom. Let the whole damn house hear how I’m fucking you senseless.”
With a primal roar, she came undone, her pussy pulsating, milking my cock as her scream reverberated through the room. “Oh, Danny! Master, I’m…I’m cumin!”
“Good girl,” I panted, feeling my own release coil tight, “I’m gonna fill you, flood your cunt with my hot seed.”
I plunged deeper, relentless, as her orgasm milked every drop from me, her back arching to take me fully. With a guttural groan, I let go, spilling my load deep inside her, feeling the sticky warmth of my cum as it filled her up.
She collapsed beneath me, spent, her body quivering. “Yes, yes… it’s so fucking good. Your cum… inside me.”
As I pumped her with my lasts spurts we both relaxed in each others arms. We kissed and eventually fell asleep.