I left college before the end of the day, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of my mom’s birthday. I decided to stop by my dad’s workplace to see if he had gotten her a nice gift. As I walked into his office, I asked casually, ‘So, Dad, did you get Mom something special for her 50th birthday today?’
The expression on his face said it all – he had completely forgotten. “Oh, shoot, I thought her birthday was tomorrow,” he exclaimed, clearly panicked. He urged me to go home and keep Mom occupied while he hurried into town to find a last-minute present. Being a good son, I agreed to help him out.
When I got home, I put my bag down by the door and my mind was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. As I made my way upstairs, I couldn’t help but hear strange noises coming from my mom’s room. Curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t resist taking a peek inside. The door was slightly open, and there was my mom, lying on the bed with a blindfold, pleasuring herself.
My heart raced with a mix of shock and arousal. It felt so wrong, yet so alluring. My body reacted without my permission, my cock getting hard at the sight. I scolded myself for having such inappropriate thoughts – this was my mother, for goodness sake. But despite my better judgment, I found myself drawn to her bed, unable to resist the forbidden temptation.
There she was, naked and vulnerable, a note on the bed addressed to my dad, demanding that he have rough sex with her. The temptation was too strong to resist. I took a step back, ready to run away from this twisted situation, but then she heard my footsteps and moaned, “Mmmm, ah, honey.” She mistook me for my dad and said, “You finished work early. Come and make love to me before Alan comes home from college.”
Her words hung in the air, teasing me with the possibility of crossing a line that should never be crossed. I knew it was wrong, but the desire was overwhelming.
A wave of desire washed over me, overpowering any semblance of reason or morality. I returned to the bed, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. With a deep breath, I unzipped my pants and exposed my throbbing, rock-hard cock. My mother’s pussy, its natural bush glistening with arousal, beckoned me closer. I climbed onto the bed, positioned myself between her legs, and slowly rubbed the head of my cock against her clit. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, a mixture of guilt and pleasure coursing through my veins.
Unable to resist any longer, I pushed forward, sliding my cock into her wet, warm depths. The tightness of her pussy wrapped around me, a forbidden ecstasy that defied all logic. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, yet there was no turning back. With each thrust, I watched in a sick fascination as my cock disappeared into my mother’s mature pussy, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the room.
My pace quickened, the bed creaking beneath us as my mother moaned in pleasure, completely unaware of the truth. I held onto the blindfold, praying that it would stay in place, preserving her illusion that I was my father. The intensity built, pleasure mingling with the sick thrill of taboo transgression. The room filled with the symphony of our forbidden desires, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the bed protesting under our weight, and my mother’s moans of ecstasy spurring me on.
I grabbed her legs and placed each one over each of my shoulders and I started pounding her hard. She was moaning so damn loud and begging for it.
“Oooooooh’mmm fuc… oh shit fuck me oh baby you cock feels bigger for some reason.” and then she did something and my heart raced. She slid off her blindfold as I continued to pound her meaty hairy pussy.
“OMG What the fuck you… mmmm oooh mmmm, son what, why oh fucking hell ah ah fuck fuck.” I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I should stop, or wait for her to tell me to stop. “Alan you can’t be fucking mommy, oh fucking hell your dick feels big.” She said as she looked down between her legs and saw my cock slamming her pussy.
As the intensity of our twisted encounter reached its peak, I could feel the familiar pressure building within me. The need to release, to explode inside my mother’s forbidden depths, became overwhelming. My thrusts grew faster and more desperate, the sounds of our bodies colliding filling the room.
“Oh my god, Mmmmm, what the fuck, oh my pussy?!” she gasped, her voice of shock and pleasure. “Alan, this is so wrong! We can’t be doing this!”
My mom’s moans grew louder, her body arching in pleasure as she approached the edge. I could tell she was close, her pussy tightening around my cock, urging me to give her what she craved. With a final, deep thrust, I let go, my hot cum shooting deep within her painting the inside of her pussy walls, filling her with a sense of perverse satisfaction.
I pulled out my cock and watched as she panted trying to catch her breath back. She looked up at me and said “I can’t believe what you just did” I interrupted “Am sorry Mom, I saw you and couldn’t resist and besides you didn’t tell me to stop I would of but you enjoyed it. I never thought of you that way and feeling what I felt while we were having sex turned me on, even my girlfriend Julie doesn’t make me cum that hard.”