It started just after midnight, though the silence had been swelling since dinner.
I was in bed, in my short silky nightie I hadn’t worn in two years. Dark green. Wrap style. It used to cinch too tight around my ribs, but tonight it fit just right. I’d worn it for no reason in particular — maybe just to remind myself I had a waist. I’d caught him looking earlier. Not staring. Not inappropriate. Just… noticing. Like the way his eyes lingered half a second longer than they used to.
I told myself not to overthink it.
The house was quiet now except for the occasional creak from the floor above. His bedroom. The room I used to fold his laundry in, back when I still had a say in his socks.
Then the first buzz came.
“Could you hear us?”
That was all it said.
I didn’t need to ask what he meant.
I grinned — involuntarily, if I’m honest — and typed back:
“It’s not a soundproof house. Damn Katie is loud.”
A few seconds later:
“God. Sorry. We didn’t think it was that bad.”
I rolled onto my side, holding the phone above the covers, thumb hovering.
“I don’t care what you’re doing. But if the walls start shaking again, I’m buying earplugs.”
He replied with:
“She’s staying over, obviously. I should’ve warned you.”
“It’s your house, too,” I wrote. “You don’t have to warn me. Just maybe… keep it PG.”
“That ship sailed,” he replied.
I laughed — low and quiet — then tucked the phone to my chest, half-hoping the conversation would end there. But the screen lit up again.
“You looked really good tonight, by the way.”
I stared at the message. My mouth went dry. I re-read it. Not You looked nice. Not The dress was cute. No, it was specific. You looked really good.
I typed:
“Thanks. It was a bit much for a Tuesday.”
“Not too much. Just… unexpected.”
“Why unexpected?”
“I don’t know. You looked like you were going somewhere. Even though you weren’t.”
I sat up. The room felt warmer suddenly. I peeled the blanket off my legs. The silk of the nightie clung to the backs of my thighs.
“I just needed to remember I had something in my closet that still fit,” I wrote.
He responded almost instantly.
“It more than fit.”
I waited. Let that one sit. Then typed:
“You’re not really texting me like a son right now.”
There was a pause. Then the dots appeared.
“I’m not trying to be weird.”
“Then what are you doing?”
I didn’t send it. I just watched the blinking dots vanish.
Instead, I asked:
“Where is she?”
“Asleep. I think. She drank a lot of wine and well I tired her out a lot lol.”
Of course she did. She always drank too much when she was nervous around me. I made her nervous, and I didn’t like that about myself. But I didn’t lie to myself about it either.
“You should go to sleep too,” I wrote feeling jealous of the action she got.
No reply.
I turned off the lamp. The screen was still glowing on the pillow beside me. I turned it face down. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Just when I thought it was over, another buzz.
“Do you remember that summer I broke my arm? You sat by my bed all night.”
I blinked.
“You’d fallen asleep in that ugly blue chair. You had a book on your lap. Your head kept nodding forward.”
I remembered. Of course I did. That chair ruined my lower back.
“You never moved,” he added. “Not once.”
I typed back:
“I remember. You were scared to fall asleep that night.”
“I’m scared again,” he said.
“Of what?”
No response.
I waited. My heart was beating faster than it should’ve been.
Then:
“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”
“With her?”
“With myself.”
I hesitated. Then asked,
“Do you want to talk? For real?”
“Not with words.”
I stared at the screen. Something in my stomach dropped — not out of disgust or confusion, but out of recognition. I knew what he meant, even if I wished I didn’t.
The air in the room felt tighter. My nightie, now creased and warm from my skin, clung in places I suddenly wished it didn’t.
I typed slowly:
“You need to be careful.”
“I am being careful.”
“No. You’re being bold. There’s a difference.”
“Are you uncomfortable?”
I didn’t answer.
Not right away.
Finally I wrote:
“I’m your mother.”
“I know.”
Another buzz.
“That doesn’t change what I feel sometimes.”
I closed my eyes. Counted backwards from ten. Swallowed.
“You need to go to sleep.”
And then he sent an image, it was his hard dick with the text, “this is what tired her out haha. I can come to your room she’s totally out of it and I am still horny.”
I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The image was unexpected and intense, and I couldn’t believe he’d sent it. I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
“You’re playing with fire,” I typed, trying to sound firm but feeling my resolve weakening.
“I know,” he replied, and I could almost hear the smirk in his words. “But I’m not afraid to get burned.”
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. This was dangerous territory, and I knew I should end the conversation right then and there. But something inside me was drawn to the forbidden nature of his words, and I couldn’t bring myself to shut it down completely.
“You’re not thinking clearly,” I wrote, trying to reason with him. “This is your mother, for God’s sake.”
“I know,” he said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m a man with needs, and you’re a woman who looks really looked good in that dress.”
I felt a flush creeping up my neck, and I knew I was losing the battle. I could feel the tension between us, thick and heavy in the silence of the night.
“You need to go to sleep,” I typed, knowing it was a futile attempt to put an end to this.
“I will,” he said. “But I want you to know that I’m just a few steps away if you change your mind. It be a shame for this hard on to go to waste. Think about it before I go to sleep.”
I stared at the screen, my heart racing and my mind reeling. This was completely insane, and yet I couldn’t deny the heat that was pooling between my legs at the thought of my son’s hard dick and the possibility of him coming to my room. I knew I should tell him to go to hell, to forget about this crazy idea and go to sleep. But something inside me refused to let go of the fantasy, even if it was completely forbidden.
I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. My conscience screamed at me to stop, but my curiosity and desire were too strong to ignore. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help myself. I typed slowly, my heart pounding in my chest:
“What would you do if I called you to my room?”
I waited, my breath caught in my throat. The seconds ticked by, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then the dots appeared, and I knew he was typing.
“I’d come to you, of course. I’d lock the door behind me and make sure we weren’t disturbed. I’d take off my clothes, slowly and deliberately, letting you see every inch of me. And then I’d crawl onto your bed and kiss you, deeply and passionately, until you couldn’t think straight anymore.”
I swallowed hard, my body trembling with desire. This was madness, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of the forbidden. I knew I should tell him to stop, to forget about this insane idea and go to sleep. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I typed:
“And then what?”
I waited, my heart pounding in my chest. The seconds ticked by, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then the dots appeared, and I knew he was typing.
“And then I’d worship every inch of your body, starting with your soft, silky nightie. I’d kiss your neck and shoulders, nibbling on your earlobes and whispering dirty things into your ear. I’d slide my hands down your body, feeling the curves of your waist and hips, and then I’d slowly pull your nightie up, revealing your beautiful, naked skin.”
I closed my eyes, imagining his hands on my body, his lips on my skin. I knew I should tell him to stop, to forget about this insane idea and go to sleep. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I typed:
“What would you do next?”
I waited, my heart pounding in my chest. The seconds ticked by, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then the dots appeared, and I knew he was typing.
“I’d kiss your breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking gently until you moaned with pleasure. And then I’d move lower, kissing your stomach and hips, lingering on your most sensitive spots until you were writhing beneath me. And then I’d spread your legs apart and kiss your inner thighs, teasing you with my tongue until you begged me to touch you.”
I bit my lip, my body trembling with desire. This was madness, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of the forbidden. I knew I should tell him to stop, to forget about this insane idea and go to sleep. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I typed:
“And then what?”
I waited, my heart pounding in my chest. The seconds ticked by, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. But then the dots appeared, and I knew he was typing.
“And then I’d finally touch you, sliding my fingers inside you and feeling your wetness against my skin. I’d lick your clit, slowly and deliberately, until you were screaming my name and begging me for more. And then I’d fuck you, hard and deep, until you came all over my cock squirting pussy soaking your bed, your body trembling with pleasure as I filled you with my cum.”
I gasped, my body on fire with desire. This was madness, but I couldn’t deny the thrill of the forbidden. I knew I should tell him to stop, to forget about this insane idea and go to sleep. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I typed:
“I want you to come to my room. You got mommy really wet you naughty boy.” I slid my panties off and dropped them beside the bed. What the fuck am I really letting my son fuck me while his girlfriend is asleep in his bed.
I heard a quiet knock on my door.
I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing in my chest. I knew this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this. But the desire was too strong, and I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I faintly called out, “Come in.”
The door creaked open slowly, and there he stood, his tall frame silhouetted in the doorway. He was shirtless, his chest bare and muscular, in just his boxer shorts tenting.
He stepped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense with desire. He moved towards the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.
As he approached, I could see the outline of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. My mouth went dry at the sight, and I felt a surge of heat between my legs.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling over me until he was hovering above me, his face inches from mine. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin, and I shuddered with anticipation. He instantly pushed is cock inside my pussy without warning.
His thick, hard cock slid into me with ease, my pussy dripping wet and ready for him. I gasped as he filled me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. He began to move, thrusting in and out of me with a steady rhythm.
He thrust into me, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself balls-deep inside my soaked channel. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Fuck, mom,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. “Your pussy feels so fucking good. Fuck me better than your girlfriend.”
I wrapped my legs tightly around him while her hammered away at my poor aching snatch. I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back as he slammed into me.
“Oh god, yes! Fuck me harder!” I cried out, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He obliged, picking up the pace and fucking me with wild abandon. The bed creaked and shook beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall with each powerful thrust. He started to violently fuck my pussy hard and really fast, “AHH honey…” he had to but his hand over my mouth as I was to loud. “MMMFFFPPPHHH,” muffled as he just kept fucking my poor motherly cunt over and over.
His hand muffled my screams as he fucked me mercilessly, his hips slamming into mine with brutal force.I could feel every inch of his thick cock stretching my pussy, filling me completely. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I could barely think straight.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and lifted them up, positioning himself behind me. Without warning, he slammed back into my pussy, burying himself to the hilt.
He began to pound into me from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. I could feel his balls swinging forward, hitting my clit with each movement. The sensation was incredible, and I found myself pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own. “Fuck, mom,” he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure.
He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he fucked me harder, his cock hitting my cervix with each thrust. Imoaned loudly, the pleasure overwhelming me completely.”Take it, mom,” he growled in my ear.”Take your son’s cock like the slutty mom you are.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. He sensed it too and reached around to rub my clit, his fingers moving in circles as he continued to pound into me.
“Cum for me, mom,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.”I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock as you come all over it.”
His words pushed me over the edge, and I screamed out in pleasure as I came hard, my pussy convulsing around his throbbing cock. He fucked me through my orgasm, prolonging the intense sensations until I was a trembling mess. Even when my cunt squirted over his cock and my bed he was still hammering my soaking drenched pussy hole, the very hole he came from.
His movements became erratic as he chased his own release, his grip on my hips tightening. With a final thrust and a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside me and came, his hot seed filling my pussy to the brim. I could feel his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into me. OMG this was the best sex I have ever had.
He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, his sweat-slicked skin sticking to mine. We lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our intense fuck.
“You better good to bed honey, go back to Katie,” I said as he got out of bed and pulled his boxers up.
He smiled at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Don’t worry, mom. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.” He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips before heading to the door. Just before he exited, he turned back and said, “Thanks for the late-night snack. I’ll definitely be back for more.” With that, he slipped out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the lingering warmth of our encounter.
As I lay there in bed, my body still tingling from the intense pleasure, I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for our relationship moving forward. Would we continue this forbidden affair, sneaking around behind Katie’s back? Or would we put an end to it now before things got too complicated? I didn’t have any answers yet, but one thing was for sure – tonight had been an experience I would never forget.