You know, it’s always been just me and Mom. Honestly, she’s given up everything for me without ever complaining. She’s worked nonstop and stayed single pretty much my entire life—come to think of it, I don’t even remember her having a serious boyfriend or dating at all, really.
Anyway, on my 21st birthday, I got this text from her: “Mike, come straight home after work, okay? I have a special surprise planned for your birthday.”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied since I didn’t have anything else planned anyway. When I got home, there she was, cake ready on the table just like she’s done every year. But this time, she seemed extra excited. Then she dropped her surprise:
“Guess what? I got us tickets to that band you love! They’re playing at the casino, and I thought we could make a whole weekend of it for your birthday. What do you say?”
“Are you serious? Fuck yes! This is amazing, thank you!” I couldn’t hold back my excitement.
I gave her a huge hug, but things got a little awkward because we both held on for maybe a second too long. We stepped back, and it was quiet for a moment. Mom looked pretty flustered, her cheeks bright red. Then she quickly changed the subject, saying, “Alright, time for cake!”
Fast forward to Friday, and we were on the road to the casino. During the drive, Mom turned to me and said, “Hey, you’re officially legal now, so don’t hold back on having a drink just because I’m around. This weekend’s all about celebrating you and having fun.”
“But Mom,” I said, glancing over at her, “what about you? You’re gonna have a good time too, right? I can’t help but feel bad sometimes, thinking about everything you’ve given up just to take care of me.”
She smiled warmly and shook her head. “Sweetheart, don’t you worry about me. I’m definitely going to enjoy myself. And don’t ever feel guilty—I’ve loved my life just the way it’s been.”
It hit me a few weeks ago, a completely unwelcome and frankly disturbing realization. My mom, Shellie, was attractive. I’m 21, and up until that moment, she was just Mom – a dispenser of wisdom (sometimes), maker of questionable meatloaf (always), and a champion worrier. But then came the hug, the entirely innocent, mother-son embrace, and BAM. My brain short-circuited. Let’s just say my jeans felt a little tighter afterwards. Paranoia blossomed – did she feel it? Did she notice? The whole thing was mortifying.
We were on our way to the casino for my belated 21st birthday weekend, a tradition she’d started with my older brother. The awkwardness from “the hug” lingered, a low hum beneath the surface of our usual road trip banter.
“Alright, we’re here! Let’s hope Lady Luck is on our side,” Mom chirped, grabbing her purse. At 47, she could still turn heads, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Check-in was smooth but then came the curveball.
“Mike, bad news,” she announced after a hushed phone call with the front desk. “They screwed up the reservation. Only one king-sized bed. No other rooms available.”
“Great,” I muttered, internally cursing the universe.
“Want me to see if another hotel has anything?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
“Nah, it’s fine,” I shrugged. “It’s a big bed, right? Besides, I’m beaten. Long drive.”
“You’re right. This isn’t going to ruin our weekend,” she declared, a determined sparkle returning to her eyes. “Get changed, let’s hit the casino.”
The flashing lights and cacophony of the casino floor were almost a relief, a distraction from the forced proximity to my suddenly attractive parent. We started on the slots, feeding in bills and hoping for a jackpot. After a while, Mom nudged me.
“Alright, birthday boy. Ready for your first legal drink?” She raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Notice I said legal. Think I didn’t know about those ‘study sessions’ at Dave’s house that always smelled suspiciously like stale beer?”
I choked on my own spit. “Mom! How…?”
She just laughed, a light, carefree sound. “A mother knows, sweetie. Now, come on, let’s go corrupt you properly.”
We bellied up to the bar, the bartender carding me with a bored sigh. I ordered a beer, feeling self-conscious under Mom’s amused gaze. She, on the other hand, ordered something complicated involving cranberry juice and a tiny umbrella.
“So, what do you think? Weird drinking with your Ma, eh?” she asked, swirling her drink.
“A little,” I admitted, taking a swig of beer. The awkwardness was back, thick and suffocating.
But then the drinks flowed, and the layers of awkwardness started to peel away. We told stories, laughed too loud, and generally made fools of ourselves. Before I knew it, the last call was announced.
“Whoa,” Mom slurred, grabbing my arm for balance. “Think we should head back to the room. But… I’m not sure I can walk straight. You might have to help me.”
“Okay, but don’t expect miracles,” I said, equally impaired. “I’m pretty sure I qualify for ‘walking disaster’ status right now.”
We stumbled our way back to the room, giggling like teenagers. Mom fumbled with the keycard, finally managing to unlock the door.
“Bathroom first!” she announced, disappearing inside. A few seconds later, her voice floated out. “Sweetie, do you mind if I borrow your T-shirt? I forgot a nightie.”
“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I replied, already picturing the long, sleepless night ahead. I tossed my bag on the floor. “Which side of the bed do you want?”
“Right side, definitely,” she called back. “Hate the left. And I might snore, so try to fall asleep before me.”
“Great,” I mumbled under my breath. This was going to be a disaster. I stripped down to just my boxers, bracing myself for the inevitable.
The bathroom door opened, and Mom emerged… wearing my t-shirt. And that was it. Just my T-shirt. My eyes flicked downwards, confirming my suspicions. Panties. That was all. Wow, her legs, her panties.
“Please don’t start snoring yet,” I blurted out, trying to sound casual. “I still need to use the bathroom and, ideally, would like to achieve unconsciousness before you.”
She winked, completely oblivious to the internal chaos she was causing. “No promises. But if I were you, I’d hurry up. Booze and exhaustion are a bad mixture for trying to stay awake.” She gave me a playful little shove towards the bathroom. “Now scoot! Nighty night.”
I stumbled into the bathroom, splashing water on my face. This was going to be a very long night.
I emerged from the bathroom, the scent of lavender clinging to my skin. “Well, this is cosy,” I quipped, gesturing to the single, gloriously oversized bed that dominated the hotel room. “Guess we’re getting acquainted whether we like it or not.”
Mom chuckled, already nestled amongst the pillows. “Don’t get any ideas, mister. Just because the hotel only had this room doesn’t mean you get to hog the covers. Goodnight, sweetie.” She punctuated the sentence with a quick hug, the familiar scent of her perfume a comforting wave. “Big day tomorrow, so try to get some sleep.”
As I settled into the hotel bed, I couldn’t help but notice my mom’s curves beneath the thin sheet. We were sharing a bed due to the hotel’s limited availability, and I tried to brush off the awkwardness. Mom, 47 and radiant, had always been a stunning woman. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her bright green eyes sparkled with warmth. She wore a simple white t-shirt and red panties, which only added to her allure.
“Night, sweetie,” she said, her voice husky, as she snuggled into the pillows. “Try to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow.”
I nodded, feeling a pang of exhaustion. The wine we’d had during dinner still lingered in my system, making me feel buzzed and relaxed. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the image of Mom’s exposed breasts, her shirt having ridden up during the night. My cock stirred, and I tried to ignore the throbbing sensation, but it only grew more intense.
Mom rolled over, and her leg draped over mine, her warm body moulding against me. I let her stay there, even as my erection grew more rigid. I couldn’t take it anymore. I gently moved her over and started caressing her silky skin, working my way up to her heavy tits. She moaned slightly as I massaged the soft mounds, and I felt a surge of excitement.
As I explored her body, Mom’s eyes fluttered open. “Hey, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of confusion and arousal.
“Shhh, Mom, it’s okay,” I whispered, trying to sound reassuring. “I’m just rubbing you, so you’ll feel good.”
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought she’d push me away. But instead, she closed her eyes, and her body relaxed, surrendering to my touch. I pulled her panties down, exposing her glistening folds, and buried my face between her thighs. The scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, and I lapped at her clit, making her tremble and gasp.
“Wait, Michael, what the… no, we shouldn’t…” she panted, but her words trailed off as I eased a finger into her tight opening. Her pussy clenched around my digit, and she arched her back, her tits bouncing.
“Yes, keep going,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It feels amazing. But we can’t have sex, okay? That would be wrong.”
I curled my finger inside her, rubbing her G-spot as I sucked her clit. Mom’s body began to quake, and she moaned louder, her juices flooding my mouth as she came hard.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck this is so wrong but,” she whimpered, her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Get up here and kiss me, baby!”
I crawled up her body, capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss, while my chest pressed against her breasts. Mom returned my kiss, her tongue swirling with mine, and I felt a deep connection, a spark that ignited a fire within me.
As we broke apart, I reached down and freed my throbbing erection from my boxers. Mom’s eyes widened as she saw the size of it, and for a moment, I thought she’d push me away. But instead, she looked at me with a mix of desire and trepidation.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. “You were right, kissing and rubbing felt good. But sex… I’m your mother. You can’t… we can’t… sweetie, as much as I haven’t had it in a while, you can’t… you know, put that in me.”
I positioned my cockhead at her slick entrance, feeling the heat emanating from her body. “Does it feel good?” I asked my voice husky with desire.
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine, and she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, but we shouldn’t… baby, you’re my son, and you can’t have vaginal penetration with…”
I slowly pushed inside her, feeling her velvety walls grip me like a vice. Mom threw her head back, her tits bouncing, and I groaned at the sensation.
“Oh my god, Michael! I said we… we shouldn’t… ah, honey, no sex… no sex, baby… Mmmm, oh yes, oh fuck! You’re inside me! Your cock is in your mother’s pussy!”
I panted, my voice thick with lust. “Yes, it is. You’re so fucking tight. I’m going to fuck you now. Are you going to stop me?”
Mom’s eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I… I should… but… Mmmm, honey, it feels… yeah, baby, harder…”
I started to pump in and out of her, my thick shaft plunging her wet cunt over and over. Mom writhed beneath me, her nails digging into my back, and I felt a surge of excitement.
“Fuck yes, that feels so good!” she cried, her voice husky with desire. “Give it to me, baby! Fuck your mom’s pussy!”
I hunched over her, taking a pert nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as I slammed into her. Mom moaned whorishly, her pussy clenching around me, and I felt a sense of primal satisfaction.
“You’re fucking your mother,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. “Ummm… yeah, baby… yes…”
I growled, my voice thick with lust. “Yes, I am fucking you, Mom. What are you gonna do about it?”
Mom’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of sadness. But instead, she smiled, her lips curling up in a sly grin.
“Ah, yeah… fuck… you feel so good, Mom… Shall I stop?” I asked, knowing I wouldn’t, but needing to hear her say it.
Mom’s hips lifted to meet my thrusts, her nails digging deeper into my back. “Oh god, no… don’t stop,” she gasped. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. Please, baby, fuck me harder.”
As I pounded into her, feeling her hot, sweaty motherly slit grip me tight, I knew I’d crossed a line. But at that moment, I didn’t care.
The bed springs creaked rhythmically as I pistoned in and out of Mom’s slick passage. Sweat dripped down my chest, mixing with hers, the two of us moving as one in a primal dance.
“Fuck yes,” Mom moaned, her voice raw with pleasure.”Just like that, baby. Mmmm, your cock feels so good inside Mommy’s tight pussy!”
I couldn’t believe how far we’d gone. Mom, my own mother, was begging me to fuck her harder. I was torn between the wrongness of it all and the sheer pleasure of being inside her. But as I looked into her eyes, I saw the same desire reflected back at me.
“Mom, you’re so tight,” I whispered, my breath catching in my throat. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”
“Baby, you’re so big,” she replied, her voice husky with desire. “I’ve never felt so full in my life.”
I grinned, feeling a surge of pride at being able to please her so much. I pistoned in and out of her, my cock throbbing with each thrust. Mom’s eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Suddenly, she tensed up, her body trembling with an impending orgasm. “Oh god, baby, I’m going to cum!” she cried out, her nails digging deep into my back.
I felt my own cum building up inside me, and I knew I was going to explode soon. I pounded into her harder, feeling her pussy clench around me like a vice.
And then, in a burst of pleasure, we both came at the same time. My cum shot deep into Mom’s pussy, filling her up with my seed. Her own juices flooded out, soaking the bed and our legs.
We collapsed onto the bed, panting and exhausted. Mom looked up at me, a mixture of shock and satisfaction on her face.
“Baby, that was…wow,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I grinned, feeling elated and guilty at the same time. “I know, Mom,” I replied, my voice shaking with emotion. “I think that is the best bit of pussy I have ever had.”
I slowly pulled out as she moaned, I gave her cum stained soaking twat a little rub. “I hope I can be inside there again soon.”
“I hope I can be inside there again soon.” I repeated, more to myself than her, but Mom heard me. She looked at me, eyes still glazed over, a little breathless. Was she still in shock? Was I? Probably both of us. Had we really just done that?
“Wow,” was all she managed again, quieter this time, like she was barely daring to speak. She shifted slightly under me, and I moved off her completely, rolling to my back beside her. The silence stretched out, thick and heavy with everything that had just happened. Did she regret it already? Was she going to freak out? My heart was pounding, not just from the sex, but from the pure, raw nerve of it all.
I looked at her sideways. She was staring up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling fast. Her t-shirt was still bunched up high, showing off those amazing breasts. And those red panties were halfway down her thighs, a messy reminder of what we’d just done. God, she looked incredible, even now, all flushed and disheveled.
Finally, she turned her head to look at me. Her eyes were serious, searching mine. “Michael,” she started, her voice shaky. “What… what just happened?”
Here it comes, I thought. The lecture. The guilt trip. The ‘this can never happen again’ speech. Was I ready for that? Honestly, no. I didn’t regret a single second of it. It was insane, completely wrong, probably, but… God, it felt so right in the moment. And even now, looking at her, I just wanted to do it again.
“I don’t know, Mom,” I said, trying to sound unsure, even though inside, I was anything but. “It just… happened. Did it feel bad?” Rhetorical question, right? I knew it hadn’t felt bad for her. Her moans, her cries, the way she’d come… no way that was bad for her. Was I being arrogant thinking that?
She sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. “No, Michael, it didn’t feel bad. That’s… that’s the problem, isn’t it?” She looked away again, staring at the wall this time. “It felt… amazing. But it shouldn’t have. We shouldn’t have.”
“Why not?” I blurted it out before I could stop myself. Was that the wrong thing to say? Probably. But I needed to know. Why was it so wrong if it felt so good for both of us? Was it just because she was my mom? But in that moment, she hadn’t felt like just my mom. She felt like… a woman. The woman I wanted right then. Shit, was I falling for my mom? That was a whole new level of messed up.
She turned back, her brow furrowed. “Michael, you know why not! I’m your mother! This… this is incest! It’s wrong. It’s… sick.” Her voice was getting louder now, more frantic. Was she about to cry?
“But… you liked it,” I pressed, ignoring the ‘sick’ part. “You moaned my name, Mom. You came so hard. You told me to fuck you harder.” Was I being too blunt? Too pushy? But I needed to make her see that it wasn’t just me who wanted this. She wanted it too. Didn’t she?
Her eyes flashed with something, maybe anger, maybe shame, maybe just… arousal. “Yes, okay? Yes, I liked it! It’s been… it’s been a long time, Michael. A very long time. And… and you felt good. You felt really, really good.” She swallowed hard, looking down at her hands.
“So?” I asked, pushing my luck. “If it felt good, and we both enjoyed it… is it really that wrong?” Was I crazy for even saying this out loud? Probably. But I was already in too deep. There was no going back now, was there? We’d crossed the biggest line there was.
She shook her head, a sad little smile playing on her lips. “Oh, honey you don’t understand. It’s wrong because… because it just is. Society says so. It’s… taboo. It’s…” she trailed off, searching for the right words. “It’s just, Michael. Mothers and sons don’t do this.”
“But we did,” I pointed out, as gently as I could. “We just did, Mom. And it was hot. Really fucking hot.” I reached out, taking her hand in mine. Her skin was soft, still warm. “And you know you want to do it again, don’t you?”
She looked up at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. She didn’t pull her hand away. “Michael, I… I don’t know what I want. I’m confused. I’m… I’m so embarrassed.” She squeezed my hand tightly. “But… yeah. Maybe… maybe I do. A little.” A little? She was practically shaking with desire just moments ago.
“A little?” I grinned, leaning closer to her. “Come on, Mom. Don’t lie to me. Or to yourself. You loved it. You were begging for it.” Was I pushing too hard? Was I being a jerk? But I wanted her to admit it. I needed her to admit it.
She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again, looking right into mine. There was a fire in her eyes now, a spark that hadn’t been there before. “Okay, fine,” she whispered, her voice husky. “Maybe it was more than a little. Maybe… maybe I loved it. There. Are you happy now?”
Happy? Hell yeah, I was happy. Thrilled, even. But I didn’t want to gloat. I wanted to keep this going. “Yeah, Mom, I am,” I said softly, stroking her hand with my thumb. “So… what happens now?” Was this a one-time thing? A crazy, drunken mistake? Or could this be… something more? Dare I even hope for that?
She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “I… I don’t know, Michael. I really don’t. We need to… we need to think about this. This is… complicated.”
Complicated? Understatement of the century. But complicated didn’t mean impossible, right? “Okay,” I said, nodding slowly. “We can think about it. But… can we think about it later? Like… much later?”
She looked at me questioningly. “What do you mean?”
I leaned in even closer, my lips just inches from hers. “I mean… can we just enjoy this for a little while longer? Just… forget about the ‘shouldn’ts’ and ‘cannots’ for a few more minutes? Just… feel good again?” Was I being manipulative? Probably. But damn, I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to feel her body against mine again.
Her eyes flickered down to my lips, then back up to mine. I could see the hesitation in them, the conflict, but also… the undeniable desire. Was she going to say no? Was she going to shut this down now? My heart was in my throat.
Then, slowly, hesitantly, she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just for a little while.”
Just for a little while? That was all I needed. I didn’t waste another second. I closed the small gap between us, my lips meeting hers. It wasn’t hesitant this time. It was hungry, urgent, desperate. Our mouths crashed together, tongues tangling, bodies pressing closer. It was like all the pent-up tension, all the taboo, all the forbidden desire just exploded in that kiss.
She moaned softly into my mouth, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders, pulling me even tighter. Her tongue danced with mine, and I felt that same electric jolt shoot through me again. God, her mouth tasted incredible. Sweet and hot and… mom. But not just mom anymore. Something else now. Something… more.
We kissed deeply, passionately, for what felt like forever. My hands roamed her back, pulling her t-shirt higher, feeling the bare skin underneath. Her hands were in my hair, tugging softly, urging me closer, deeper. The kiss was all-consuming, drowning out all the questions, all the doubts, all the ‘shouldn’ts’. It was just pure, raw sensation, just us, in this moment, lost in each other.
Finally, we broke apart, breathless again, our foreheads touching. We were both panting, our chests heaving. But this time, there was no shock in her eyes, no confusion. Just… heat. And something else too. Maybe… hope? Maybe… something real?
“Wow,” I breathed again, echoing her earlier words. But this time, it meant something different. This time, it meant… more than just wow.
She smiled a real, genuine smile this time, a smile that reached her eyes. “Yeah,” she whispered back, her voice still husky. “Wow is right.” And then, she leaned in again, pulling me close, and kissed me again, even deeper, even longer, a kiss that promised… everything. Or maybe nothing. But for now, at this moment, in this bed, it was everything I could ever want. And maybe, just maybe, it was everything she wanted too.