5 hours before the party started: I sat in my room, staring at myself in the mirror as I adjusted my tie. It was my 18th birthday party tonight, and mom had invited the whole town. Dad was picking up Grandma from the nursing home, and I knew she’d arrive in her usual batshit crazy state, yelling and spouting conspiracy theories. My younger brother was off playing video games, blissfully unaware of the carnage that was to come.
But my mind wasn’t on any of that right now. All I could think about was Mom. Ever since I hit puberty, I’d had a thing for her. The way her tits and ass filled out her dresses, how her skirts hugged her curves. I’d jerk off countless times to thoughts of fucking her. And tonight, I was going to make it happen.
I downed another whiskey to calm my nerves and headed downstairs. The house was already bustling with activity – aunts, uncles, cousins, neighbours, all chatting and drinking. And there was Mom, looking like a fucking goddess in that tight little black dress. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Happy birthday, baby,” she purred. I could smell the tequila on her breath. Good. I’d need her nice and loose for what I had in mind.
As the night wore on, I watched her from across the room, admiring the way the dress rode up her thighs when she leaned over, the way her cleavage peeked out every time she bent to refill drinks. I was rock hard in my pants and didn’t care who saw. Mom was drunk and flirty, dancing with the neighbours, gossiping with my aunts. She caught me staring and gave a little wink. Fuck, I was so hard it hurt.
The atmosphere was lively, and the drinks were flowing. I couldn’t help but notice my mom, dressed in a tight dress that showed off her curves and cleavage. She looked stunning, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of lust for her.
As the night went on, I found myself stealing glances at her, watching the way she moved and laughed. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, and I tried to ignore it. But when she caught me looking at her and gave me a wink, I knew I had to have her.
I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the counter. I poured myself a generous glass and downed it in one gulp. I felt a warm glow spread through my body, and I knew I had to make my move.
I found her upstairs in her bedroom, lying on the bed with her eyes closed. She was passed out from all the drinking. I couldn’t resist the opportunity, so I climbed on top of her, pulling up her dress and then sliding her thong sideways.
My cock was rock hard, and I rubbed it against her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness. I pushed inside her slowly, savouring the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around my shaft.
She started to moan with her eyes still closed, she was still asleep but lost in the pleasure I went full hammer inside that cunt of hers.
I had my palms flat pushing down hard on her pelvis as I pumped my cock in and out moms hungry slit. Her hairy pussy took my cock well and fuck it felt so good. She started to slowly stir.
Mom wakes up groggily, her head pounding from late night heavy drinking. “What the hell? Who the fuck is fucking me?” she gasped, finally awakening to my pounding. Her voice was hoarse and heavy with lust.
She gasped and groaned, her voice still thick with sleep. Her body trembled beneath me, as I rammed my cock deeper into her hot, wet pussy. I could feel her walls gripping tightly around my shaft as I plunged in and out of her tight cunt.
“Shhh, it’s just me,” I whispered in her ear, continuing to thrust into her. “You’ve been such a dirty little slut lately, I couldn’t resist.”
“Ahh… your dad will kill you when he finds out… fucking hell. You shouldn’t be fucking me,” she said as she moaned but in her eyes I knew she was loving it.
“Mmmmph, oh GOD, please don’t stop,” she begged through gritted teeth as I began to pick up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her now soaking wet pussy with ease. The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room as we both lost ourselves in the intense pleasure.
I gripped her hips tightly, digging my fingers into her flesh as I thrust harder and deeper inside of her. Her moans grew louder and more urgent with each thrust until finally she screamed out “FUCK ME HARDER!” arching her back off the bed to meet every single one of my powerful thrusts. My balls slapped against her clit with every stroke, making it even more intense for us both.
Her body responds despite herself, betraying years of pent-up sexual frustration with every thrust of his young cock inside her mature snatch.
“Ahhh god…so big…stretching my old cunt…” she whimpered, surrendering to my dick spearing her guts. I could feel her velvety walls quivering around my cock, teasing my shaft.
Her pussy gushed and squelched obscenely as I pummelled her pussy raw. My cock was stretching her vagina to the limit but she was loving taking it. I could tell she was damn close, her mature body shaking and clenching my dick like a fist.
“Fuuuck… gonna…cum!” she wailed as her pussy spasmed hard on my cock and squirted, gushing all over my pubes and balls. That triggered my own orgasm and I buried my cock deep and unloaded, spurting thick globs of jizz right against her womb.
“Oh god yesss…I can feel you cumin in me…” she moaned as I pumped her full of my seed. We both collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, our holes still connected in a lewd incestuous coupling.
I pulled out my semi hard dick and thick spunk started oozing from her gaping pussy. Mom’s eyes were half lidded and unfocused, looking drunk off my cum. I flopped down next to her.
She breathed heavily, “dirty bastard, we will talk about this tomorrow. Now get to fucking bed.”
The next morning, Mom stirred and rolled over with a groan. She looked at me with bleary eyes, trying to remember the events of last night. As realization hit her, her eyes widened and she sat up abruptly, holding the sheet to her chest.
“Oh god,” she whispered. “Last night… did we really…”
I just nodded, not giving away anything. She looked so conflicted, guilty but also excited.
“I… I can’t believe we did that,” she said softly, biting her lip. “That was so wrong of us.”
“Mom, stop,” I said gently. “We both wanted it. You couldn’t keep your eyes off me all night.”
She blushed at that. “That doesn’t make it right. I’m your mother! I should have stopped you.”
I sat up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Maybe we both needed it though. Since Dad stopped touching you, I’ve seen how lonely and unsatisfied you’ve been.”
She looked at me, surprised at my words. Tears welled up in her eyes. “You noticed that? You knew I was unhappy?”
I squeezed her tightly. “Of course I did. And I couldn’t take it anymore, watching you neglect your own desires. I had to make you feel good.”
“Oh baby,” she sniffled, “it did feel amazing. Having you inside me, filling me up… I haven’t cum that hard in years.”
I grinned at her, relieved she wasn’t totally mad. “I know. I saw how much you enjoyed taking my cock. Your pussy was so tight and wet for me.”
She smacked my arm playfully. “Language! You’re still my son.”
I couldn’t help but grin at her words. She was still my mother, but she was also the woman I had just fucked senseless last night. The woman whose pussy had gripped my cock like a vice as I pounded her into the mattress. The woman who had begged me to fuck her harder as she came on my young dick.
“Well, if I’m still your son, then that makes you my slutty mommy,” I teased. “My cum dump. The one who needed her son to satisfy her neglected cunt.”
She blushed deeply at my words but didn’t deny any of it. “Don’t say such things,” she scolded. “It’s not right.”
But I could see the desire still burning in her eyes. The guilt warred with her lust and I knew she wanted more. Wanted me to take her again, to make her forget about her marriage and her empty life. To fill the void that Dad had left.
“Mom, I know you needed it,” I said softly, rubbing her thigh. “I saw how much you enjoyed having a real man inside you. Stretching out your tight little pussy. You can’t tell me you didn’t love every second of it.”
She bit her lip, looking away. “It felt good… so good. But we can’t do it again. It’s too wrong.”
“Then why do you keep looking at me like you want me to bend you over and fuck you right now?” I asked, my voice low.
Her eyes snapped back to mine, widening. “I… I do want it,” she admitted. “God help me, I do. You make me feel alive again.”
I pulled her close, my hardening cock pressing against her thigh. “Then let me make you feel good, Mom. Let me be the one to satisfy you, since Dad won’t.”
She whimpered, her hand coming to rest on my chest. “Oh baby… we shouldn’t…”
But her weak protests were drowned out as I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She melted against me, all thoughts of resistance gone as I plundered her mouth with my tongue. My hands roamed her body, cupping her heavy breasts and squeezing the soft flesh.
I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She mewled and arched into me, her hands fisting in my hair. “Yes… touch me,” she begged. “Make me forget everything but your cock.”
I growled against her throat, my fingers finding her nipples and pinching them roughly. She moaned, grinding her wet pussy against my thigh. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. Such a needy little slut.”
“Yes, yes,” she panted, “I need it. I need you in me, baby. Fill up Mommy’s hungry cunt.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pushed her back against the sheets and settled between her thighs. She spread them eagerly, revealing her slick pink folds. I notched my cockhead at her entrance, coated in her juices.
“Look at you, so desperate for your son’s cock,” I said, pushing in slowly. “Begging to be stretched and filled.”
“Please!” she cried, trying to buck her hips and force me deeper. “Give it to me, baby. Fuck Mommy hard!”
I laughed darkly and slammed my hips forward, sheathing myself to the hilt in her tight heat. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I groaned, starting to thrust. “Gonna ruin this cunt for anyone else.”
“Yes, ruin me!” she screamed, her nails raking down my back. “Make it so only you can satisfy me!”
I set a brutal pace, pounding into her hard and fast. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and her wanton moans. She was so tight, so hot around me. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, sucking me in deeper.
“Harder!” she demanded. “Fuck me harder!”
I complied, hammering into her cunt with single-minded focus. I could feel her starting to flutter around my shaft, her orgasm building. I reached down to rub her clit, determined to make her come on my cock.
“That’s it, come for me,” I growled. “Squirt on your son’s dick like the dirty slut you are.”
She keened high in her throat, her pussy clamping down on me. “Fucking coming!” she wailed, squirting all over my pistoning cock and balls.
The feeling was too much and I buried myself deep, flooding her womb with my thick seed. She milked me for every drop, her cunt sucking me dry.
We collapsed together, panting harshly. I pulled out with a wet squelch and watched as my cum dripped out of her well-used hole.
She looked up at me with hazy eyes, a satisfied smile on her face. “I love you, baby,” she murmured. “My big boy. You make Mommy feel so good.”
I pulled her close, kissing her deeply. “I love you too, Mom. I’ll always take care of you, give you what you need.”