The house was quiet, save for the soft snoring of the woman asleep on the couch. The television was still on, casting a dim glow over the room, but the only person awake to see it was her son, Darren. He had come home from a long day of work, exhausted and stressed, only to find his mother, Marianne, passed out on the couch in her nightgown.
Darren couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as he looked at her. She was a hardworking widowed mother of two, and she deserved a break. But as he watched her sleep, something else stirred within him. Something primal and forbidden.
He couldn’t deny it any longer. He had always had feelings for his mother, feelings that he had tried to suppress for years. But now, as he looked at her, he knew he couldn’t resist any longer. He had to have her.
Slowly, carefully, he approached the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to feel her, to be inside her.
As he reached the couch, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She was beautiful, even in sleep. Her greying hair was spread out on the cushions, and her chest rose and fell with each soft snore. He could see the outline of her breasts through the thin fabric of her nightgown, and he felt his cock twitch in response.
Without a second thought, he reached out and touched her, his hand brushing against her thigh. She didn’t stir, and he took that as a sign to continue. He slid his hand up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin, the heat emanating from her body.
He couldn’t resist any longer. Carefully, he nudged her legs apart, just a little, and positioned himself between them. With a deep breath, he pushed his cock forward, aiming for the entrance of her pussy. It was wet, slick, already welcoming. He pressed slowly, gently, and slid his cock inside her, just a little at first, testing the waters.
She let out a whimper as she slowly started to wake up. He pounded her harder into the couch, his cock sliding in and out of her mature pussy, the pussy he came from 18 years ago.
She stirred again, a soft moan escaping her lips, and her eyes fluttered open. For a terrifying moment, he thought she would scream, recoil in horror. But her eyes were still hazy with sleep, unfocused. And then, recognition dawned.
“Ahh… what the… Darren?” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, her eyes struggling to focus on him. “What are you doing?”
He couldn’t find the words to answer her. He could only stare at her, his cock buried inside her, his body trembling with desire.
But instead of outrage, instead of rejection, there was a tremor of something else in her tone, something… aroused? And as she finally focused on him, on his cock buried inside her, her eyes widened, not in disgust, but in stunned surprise.
He remembered when he was younger, she used to joke, “Stop playing with your willy you go blind honey.” Now look at this willy, this cock, which was meaty and thick, throbbing in her wet cunt.
“Sorry… s-shall I stop,” he said, panting as he pushed it deeper.
He held her legs open and pressed down on her inner thighs as he slowly pumped his fat cock in and out of her pussy. The sloppy wet sounds every time he thrust his dick deep inside her gash. Her red panties, which he’d pulled to the side, rubbed against his shaft.
“Ungh, fuck,” he moaned as he watched his cock slide in and out as her pussy looked so good. “Sorry, I had to.”
“That’s it, baby, ummm. You’ve grown up so fast, god you feel good. Ah fuck, you really shouldn’t be fucking me,” she moaned, her hands wrapping around him as she stared at her own pussy as she adjusted her panties as they rubbed against his shaft.
“You like that, Mom?” he growled, his voice laced with lust. “You like feeling your own son’s big cock inside you? Fuck, you’re so tight. I bet Dad never made you feel this good.”
She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest.
“Ahh, God! Yes, baby, you’re so much bigger than your father. Oh fuck, Don’t stop, fuck me harder!”
He grabbed her hand and placed it on her clit, “rub it while I fuck it.”
Her fingers moved frantically over her clit, rubbing in tight circles as he continued to pound into her. He could feel her walls starting to flutter around his cock, her body tensing as she neared her climax.
“That’s it, Mom. Rub that clit just like that. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard inside your tight cunt. I’m gonna fill you up with my seed, watch it drip out of you when I’m done.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and she came with a loud, keening cry. Her pussy clenched around him, almost painfully tight, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there for a moment, both panting and trembling with the aftershocks of their orgasms. Then, slowly, he pulled out of her, watching as his cum dripped from her well-fucked hole.