I never expected that a simple game of Twister would turn into the most memorable experience of my life. It all started when my mom came home one evening, looking radiant in a low-cut blouse and tight jeans that showcased her curves. I was surprised to see her in such revealing clothing, but I didn’t say anything. But damn, I never noticed her tits before like this, and I shouldn’t be looking. She had been going through a rough patch in her marriage, and I wanted to be supportive.
As we sat down for dinner, she mentioned that she had picked up a game of Twister from the store. She thought it would be a fun way for us to bond and take our minds off her problems. I agreed, thinking it would be a harmless game. Little did I know that the night would take a turn I never could have imagined.
After dinner, we set up the game in the living room, and I noticed my mom’s cleavage even more in the bright living room lights. I tried not to stare, but it was hard not to and my dick got hard in my jogging bottoms. She caught me looking and playfully teased me about it.
“What’s with the staring, Marcus? Haven’t you seen a woman’s body before?” she asked, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.
I blushed, feeling embarrassed. “Sorry, Mom. It’s just… you look really good tonight.”
She laughed, “Well, thank you, sweetie. I appreciate that. Remember I am still your mom. I might go put my nightie on these jeans are digging into me.”
I nodded, still feeling a little flustered. We started the game, and as we played, I couldn’t help but notice how her curves moved with each twist and turn. I tried to focus on the game, but my eyes kept wandering. At one point, I accidentally brushed my hand against her breast, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. She didn’t have a bra on as I felt her nipple.
“Sorry, Mom,” I muttered, quickly pulling my hand away.
She chuckled, “It’s okay, Marcus. Accidents happen. Just be more careful next time.”
She went to go change and came back moments later in a short purple nightie with a low dip neckline. It was so short that I could see the edge of her panties. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to maintain my composure. We continued playing the game, and I couldn’t help but notice how her nightie clung to her body, revealing every curve.
As the game progressed, we found ourselves in some pretty awkward positions. At one point, I was on top of her, my hard-on pressed against her thigh. I tried to ignore it, but the feeling was intense. I couldn’t help but grind against her, and I felt her squirm beneath me. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was getting turned on too.
We got in a few awkward positions, one where my hard on grazed her pussy a few times and she let out a moan, “Ahh honey, be careful how you move against me your stimulating me. Not sure why I just said that, shit ignore me.”
As I tried to move it rubbed deeper into her privates. She let out another moan, and I couldn’t help but feel my own excitement building. I knew I should stop, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Instead, I continued grinding against her, my heart pounding in my chest.
I could feel her breathing heavily beneath me, and I knew she was just as turned on as I was. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and I wasn’t sure what to do. Should I stop? Should I keep going? I was torn between my desire for her and my fear of what it meant.
“Someone needs a cold shower, behave Mr, haha. Honest it is ok your a young lad I get it.” she chuckled. I started to intentionally rub my dick against her I had precum seeping through my jogging bottoms. My shaft grinding along the crease of her knickers of her pussy lips.
“We should probably stop,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she whimpered. “This has gone too far. Fuck you look big I mean…”
“Marcus,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Don’t look so scared. I… I understand.”
Understand? What did she understand? Did she understand that I was about to lose my damn mind? Did she understand that I wanted her, my own mother, more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life? I wanted to stick my dick in that pussy what the hell is wrong with me. I grinded into her cunt more, and more.
“Marcus,” she breathed again, her voice thick with something I couldn’t quite name – desire? Fear? A mix of both? “Oh, honey… what are we doing? Are you humping my…” It wasn’t a question demanding an answer, more like a statement of disbelief, spoken to herself as much as to me. But she didn’t pull away. She just held me tighter.
“Sorry,” that is all I could say. I grinded one last time and hard against her. She let out a sexy moan, “Ahhhh honey… ah. Now your doing that on purpose… ah it felt good… I mean. Fuck. Are you… are you actually trying to… f-fuck me. Because you can’t with my knickers on.”
“What does that mean?” I questioned her, my voice barely a growl. My mind was reeling. Had she just implied… what I thought she implied? My heart was hammering against my ribs, a wild drum solo in my chest. What was happening here? Was I dreaming?
She looked at me, her eyes wide, a strange mix of apprehension and something else I couldn’t quite name swirling in their depths. “It means… it means exactly what it sounds like, Marcus. Your… your little friend down there is trying to get friendly with my… my stuff,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. But she wasn’t pulling away. Not one bit. Her hips were still pressed into mine, her bare skin warm beneath the thin fabric of her nightie. My dick throbbed, a living thing against the soft material, desperate for release.
My mind was spinning, trying to process what was happening. Was I really dry humping my own mother? And more to the point, was she… was she into it too? I couldn’t believe it. This had to be some kind of crazy dream, right? I tested her and grinded hard again.
“Oh god, Marcus,” she breathed, her voice trembling. “What are we doing? We can’t… we shouldn’t… your really tempting me.”
My head was a mess. One minute I was playing Twister with my mom, the next I was dry-humping her while she’s wearing a skimpy nightie. And now she was saying she was tempted? Was this some kind of messed-up joke? Or was this really happening? “Mom, I…” I started and paused, my voice cracking. I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t understand.”
She sighed, a shaky breath that ruffled the hairs at my temple. “I know, honey. This is… complicated.” She shifted slightly, and the friction between us intensified. It was torture, pure and simple. “Look, I’ve been feeling really down lately, okay? Your dad… things haven’t been good. And tonight, seeing you… being close to you… it’s been… nice. A distraction.”
“Mom… I…” My voice trailed off, lost in the sudden, suffocating quiet of the living room. My brain was a tangled mess. One minute, she’s my mom, the next, she’s talking about being ‘tempted’ and ‘distracted.’ What was I supposed to say to that? I mean, my head’s just spinning right now. This is crazy, right? We’re playing Twister. And then… this. I just… I don’t get what’s happening.
I pulled back a fraction, just enough to look her in the eyes, but my body was still pressed against hers. Honestly, I didn’t want to move far. Not yet. Not when the feeling of her against me was so… intense.
She looked away, her gaze flickering to the floor. “I know, sweetie. It’s… it’s not normal. And it shouldn’t be happening. We should stop. We really should.” Her voice was soft, almost a plea, but her body wasn’t moving. If anything, she subtly shifted, drawing my hips closer again. Was she doing that on purpose? Or was it just me imagining things? Man, my brain was short-circuiting.
My brain overloaded and I blurted out, “I wanna fuck you… shit sorry.”
She looked shocked and stared at my hardon. “Don’t tell anyone ok.” She lowered her knickers, omg her pussy looked good. I quickly pulled my joggers down and quickly got mom onto all fours.
I quickly pulled my joggers down and quickly got mom onto all fours. My heart was pounding like a drum solo gone wild. What was I even doing? Was this really happening? My dick was throbbing, practically begging for entry. She was on her hands and knees, her short nightie hiked up, exposing her bare ass, and that beautiful, dark patch of hair. Man, I’d only ever imagined something like this. Now, here it was, right in front of me.
She didn’t say anything, just let out a little whimper, a sound that somehow made me even harder. I knelt behind her, my hands shaking a little as I reached out. I touched her ass cheeks, feeling the softness of her skin, and then trailed my fingers lower, right to the entrance of her pussy. It was wet, already. My breath hitched. She arched her back slightly, a low moan escaping her lips, and that was all the invitation I needed.
I stroked my cock head up and down her hairy slit and then I sunk it inside her deep.
It was… incredible. The feeling of being inside her, the tightness, the heat, the wrongness of it all… it was almost too much to handle. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and guilt.
I started to move, slowly at first, just rocking back and forth, getting used to the sensation. She moaned softly, a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down my spine. I picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, feeling her body tighten around me.
“Oh, Marcus…” she breathed, her voice ragged. “Oh, god…”
I didn’t say anything, just kept going, lost in the moment, lost in the sensation. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.
My fingernails dug into her pillowy ass, her scent intoxicating. A low groan escaped my lips as she spasmed around me, her lithe body slick with sweat. Her thighs, toned from years of dancing, clamped tight around my hips, keeping me locked in place like a prize. She writhed under me, a tangled mess of need and submission. “Yeah, baby, take it,” Her voice was hoarse, strained, laced with a pleasure that mirrored my own.
I slammed my hips forward, my thick cock burying deep inside her, knowing damn well she could take more. I relished the cry that ripped from her throat, a mix of agony and ecstasy that set me off like a whip. “Fuck, Mom,” I growled, the words rough and instinctive, laced with a raw need that defied logic.
Her small whimper fuelled my desire, and I pushed harder, faster, my movements relentless. I could feel her straining around me, pushing me back, but there was no stopping me.
“Marcus…” She hissed my name, a desperate plea that only spurred me on. “I… ahhh baby harder… I can’t believe your inside my pussy.”
“Shit mom, ahh your pussy feels good,” I grunted as I pounded into her, my balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, mingling with our heavy panting. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that I was actually fucking my own mother.
As I continued to pound into her, my mind reeled with the depravity of it all. This was wrong, so wrong, but I couldn’t stop. The feeling of her tight, wet heat around my cock was too intense, too all-consuming. I reached around to grip her breast, squeezing the soft flesh as I thrust deeper.
“Ahh fuck… I should stop,” I started to feel guilty but my dick felt so good.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she whispered breathlessly as I buried myself deep in her. My name rolled out her lips, thick with need and something else, something dark and thrilling. “You feel so good Marcus”
I strained harder, pushing myself deep into her tight cavity. “Goddamn, Mom… you’re so hot,” I choked out. My lips moved over her bare neck, tracing the line of her collarbone, sucking softly as I continued to hammer into her.
With each thrust I felt a growing heat spreading through me, a prickling pleasure that threatened to consume me. I could feel her body trembling, her fingers digging into my hair.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate,” Marcus, ahhh deeper, Harder, Fuck me, fuck me hard”
“You got it, Mom,” I growled, pushing deep inside her, ignoring the voice in my head screaming that this was insane. The taste of her, mixed with sweat and that scent of fear and something strangely sweet, made me want to lose control completely.
I grabbed her hips, rocking back and forth, feeling her walls spasm around me. “You’re so tight, Mom,” I breathed, my words thick with need. “Take it, take it all.”
Her cries intensified, a symphony of pleasure and pain that echoed in the small room. I could feel her body becoming slicker, hotter, tightening around my cock as she throbbed around my heat. “Ahhhhhhh Marcus!” she cried, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop, oh god, don’t stop!”
The guilt bubbled up then, twisting in my gut. But it was quickly swallowed by the overwhelming urge to feel her body around me, to push her closer to the edge, to hear her name on her lips one more time.
“I’m not stopping, Mom,” I rasped, my words a promise, a desperate plea. I pushed harder, faster, my pace relentless, my every thrust fuelled by the heat building inside me. I slammed into her again and again, feeling the tension break in her body.
“Ohhh Marcus,” she gasped, her voice catching on a sob that tore through the fragile air we had created. “That’s it, oh god, oh god, yes!” she cried out, her whole body convulsing around me. Her grip tightened on my hair, pulling me closer as her hips buckled beneath me, her release crashing over me in a wave of pure, animalistic pleasure.
I held back as I was enjoying her pussy and wanted to fuck her a bit longer. I kept pounding into her, ignoring the guilt that threatened to overwhelm me.I was too far gone, lost in the sensation of her tight pussy gripping my cock. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body convulsing with each thrust. I could feel my own release building, a pressure coiling in my gut that demanded release.
“Marcus, baby… you’re gonna make me cum again,” she panted, her voice ragged with exhaustion and pleasure. Her hips moved in rhythm with mine, meeting each thrust with a desperate urgency. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”
I could feel my own climax approaching, the pressure in my balls becoming unbearable. I gripped her hips tighter, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I slammed into her harder and faster. “Mom… I’m gonna…” I couldn’t finish the sentence, my words lost in a groan as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. “Ahhhh fuck!” I cried out, my body convulsing as I emptied myself inside her with a few more final violent thrusts into her soggy used cunt.
I collapsed on top of her, my body shaking with the force of my release. We lay there for a moment, both panting heavily, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel her heart racing beneath me, matching the frantic beat of my own.
Slowly, the reality of what we had just done began to sink in. I had just fucked my own mother. The guilt washed over me in waves, threatening to drown me. What had I done? This was wrong on so many levels.
I rolled off her and sat up, pulling my joggers back on. I couldn’t look at her, couldn’t bear to see the expression on her face. “I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “That shouldn’t have happened. Not gonna lie, that as to be the best sex I have had.” She sat up slowly, pulling her nightie back down to cover herself.
“Haha, well that was the weirdest twister game huh,” she laughed.
“I never thought I’d end up fucking my own son on the living room floor.” She stood up and stretched, her nightie riding up to reveal a glimpse of her bare pussy. “But damn, that was good. You’ve got some skills, honey.” She walked over to the couch and sat down, patting the seat next to her. “Come here, let’s talk about this.”
I sat down next to her, my heart still racing. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. The guilt was eating me alive.
“Mom, I… I don’t know what to say. That was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words. She turned to face me, her expression serious but not angry.
“It was unexpected, that’s for sure,” she said softly. “But it happened. And honestly… it felt really good.” She reached out and took my hand in hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I nodded slowly, still feeling the guilt weighing heavy on my chest. “Yeah, it did,”I admitted quietly.”But Mom, we can’t do this again.It’s not right.”
She sighed and leaned back against the couch, her hand still holding mine. “I know it’s not right,” she said. “But I can’t deny that I enjoyed it. And from the way you were going at it, I think you did too.” She gave me a small smirk.
She laughed, a soft, husky sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I definitely did,” she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “In fact, I think I enjoyed it a little too much.” She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “You’re quite the little stud, Marcus. Your father never fucked me like that.”
I felt my cheeks flush at her words, a mix of embarrassment and pride washing over me.”Mom,”I protested weakly, but she just chuckled and pulled back.
“What? It’s true,” she said with a shrug. “And I have to say, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that good. Maybe we should play Twister more often.” I stared at her in disbelief, unsure if she was joking or not. The idea of doing this again turned me on so much.