The living room felt like a bloody rainforest. Beads of sweat trickled down Liam’s chest, glistening against the dim light as he lay sprawled in the armchair, clad only in his boxers. The TV flickered, offering little respite from the oppressive heat. On screen a nature documentary showed frozen tundra. “Irony” Liam thought to himself.
Sarah, perched on the couch in her thin silk nightie, fanned herself with a magazine, the effort seeming almost futile. The flimsy fabric did little to hide the swell of her tits. A deep breath gave Liam a peek down her cleavage.
“Bloody hell, it’s a furnace tonight, isn’t it, love?” Sarah sighed, pouring herself a generous glass of rosé. The ice clinked in the glass a welcome sound.
“Tell me about it,” Liam grunted, reaching for his lukewarm beer. “Weather guy said it’s supposed to be even worse tomorrow. Might spontaneously combust.”
Sarah swirled the wine in her glass, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You should be out enjoying this weather, Liam. Not cooped up here on a Friday night with your old mum. Surely there’s some girl calling your name… or maybe a few?”
“Nah, Mum, I need a rest,” Liam chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. “Been having a bit too much fun lately. Almost at the point where I might accidentally reproduce, haha.” He knew he was pushing her buttons a little, but it was all in good fun.
Sarah threw her head back and laughed, the sound echoing in the stuffy room. “Oh, sweetie, sweetie! Too much information! And frankly, a bit jealous. At least someone is still getting action around here. I’m probably too old for that sort of thing now.” She sighed dramatically.
Liam frowned, surprised by her sudden honesty. “What? Mum, you’re only 44! Get out more. I’m sure there’s some bloke out there who…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. ‘Who’s dying to get into your pants’ was a solid no.
Sarah’s face flushed a shade of pink. “Oh, I don’t know, Liam. Feels like a desert down there, dry and… well, I’ll shut up now. Shouldn’t be discussing my… lady bits with you.” She looked genuinely embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. “It’s been ages… since… since anything… you know… happened down there.” She fiddled with the hem of her nightie. “It’s almost like… like it’s forgotten what it’s for.” A sudden warmth blossomed between her legs, and she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Her nightie began to stick to her thighs.
Liam, never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of playful ribbing, grinned. “Well, get it well oiled up, then! You know, ready for action! Joke, Mum, joke! Trying to lighten the mood here.” He winked, hoping he hadn’t crossed a line. The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife. Maybe he should have just stayed quiet.
Sarah’s blush deepened, radiating heat like a second, internal sauna. Liam winced internally. He’d definitely crossed a line, hadn’t he?
Then, unexpectedly, she burst out laughing again, the tension in the room instantly deflating. “Oh, Liam,” she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. “You’re awful! Absolutely bloody awful! But… you’re right, you’re right. I can’t just sit around feeling sorry for myself and letting things… dry up.” She punctuated the sentence with a pointed look at Liam, a playful glint back in her eyes.
“So,” she continued, taking another sip of her rosé, her tone more thoughtful now. “You think I should… ‘get out more’?”
Liam nodded enthusiastically, relieved the awkward moment had passed. “Definitely! Mum, you’re amazing. You’re funny, smart, beautiful… you deserve to have some fun. And maybe,” he added teasingly, “meet someone who appreciates all that.”
Sarah smiled a genuine, vulnerable smile that Liam rarely saw. “It’s been a while, you know? Since your dad left… feels like I’ve forgotten how to even… flirt.”
Liam considered this. His dad leaving had definitely hit Sarah hard, harder than she let on. He’d been so focused on his own life, he hadn’t really thought about how lonely she must be. “Okay, Operation Get Mum Back laid is officially underway,” he declared, grabbing his beer bottle and raising it in a mock toast.
Sarah choked on her wine, sputtering and coughing. “Liam! Don’t say things like that!” she managed between coughs.
“Sorry, sorry!” he chuckled. “Operation Get Mum Back in the Game sounds better? Less… graphic?”
Sarah sighed, but a small smile played on her lips. “Alright, alright. What’s step one of this… operation?”
Liam paused for a moment deep in thought.
“Actually yeah I don’t care I am saying as it is. You are hot as hell and any man would be lucky to be with you. I would bang you if I had the chance, seriously I would.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow at her son as she leaned to pour another drink her cleavage hanging in her nightie. “Liam, watch your language. And I’m your mother – of course I’m not attractive. But… thank you.” She tried to sound stern, but a smile was playing on her lips. It was nice to still feel like a woman. Your cunt started to tingle in her panties.
Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his face turning red. “Sorry, Mum. You are attractive. I meant if I was some random guy I would definitely want to…”
“Want to..?” Sarah prompted, a playful glint in her eye. The wine and the heat were making her bold. Between her legs now she was now all wet.
“Um…” Liam stammered, suddenly feeling very hot and bothered. “That’s not something I should be saying to my mother. Sorry.”
Sarah sighed dramatically and said, “Come on Liam, Operation get Mum back in the game is only going to work if you stay honest. I asked a question, answer.”
Liam gulped, the lukewarm beer suddenly feeling like lead in his stomach. He was in uncharted territory here, crossing lines he never thought he’d even approach. But Sarah’s playful, challenging gaze held him captive. He couldn’t back down now.
“Okay, fine,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact. “If I were some random bloke at a bar, and you were, you know, single and… available… I would definitely try to… buy you a drink. And then maybe… try to get you back to my place.” He rushed the last part, his ears burning.
Sarah watched him intently, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched, broken only by the hum of the ancient refrigerator in the kitchen. Liam felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest. Had he just ruined everything?
Then, a slow smile spread across Sarah’s face. “Well,” she said, her voice low and husky, “that’s a start. Progress, even.” She leaned back on the couch, one hand resting on her thigh, the silk nightie clinging to her skin. “So,” she continued, her voice dripping with a playful challenge, “what happens after you get me back to your place?”
Liam’s jaw dropped. He stammered, trying to find the right words, but his mind was a complete blank. “I…uh…we…” He trailed off, completely lost. “I would get us more wine and alot to drink hoping to get into your pants. Speaking of wine, your running low let me get another bottle.”
He got up and left to the kitchen and got a fresh cold bottle. This time he sat right next to her as he poured her a drink. He poured himself one to fed up of warm beer.
Sarah watched him carefully as he poured the wine, the clinking of the glass a stark counterpoint to the sudden, heavy silence that had descended. He was close now, the heat radiating from his body adding to the already oppressive atmosphere. She could smell his skin, a subtle mix of soap and sweat, and it was strangely intoxicating.
“So,” she repeated softly as Liam settled back onto the couch, “what happens next?” She deliberately kept her voice low and seductive, pushing him, testing the boundaries.
Liam took a large gulp of wine, the liquid burning a welcome path down his throat. “We… talk,” he stammered, avoiding her gaze. “We get to know each other… better.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Is that all? After all that effort to ‘get me back to your place’? You’re selling yourself short, Liam.”
He swallowed hard, the wine suddenly tasting like vinegar. “Okay, fine,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. “Maybe… maybe things get a little… physical.”
“A little physical?” Sarah purred, leaning closer, her voice a breathy invitation. “Like what, exactly?”
Liam’s heart was pounding in his chest, a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. He could feel the heat emanating from Sarah, the subtle scent of her perfume, the intoxicating weight of her gaze. He’d never imagined having this kind of conversation with his mother, and it was both terrifying and… strangely exhilarating.
“Like…” he stammered, his voice cracking. “Like… kissing?”
Sarah’s smile widened, a predatory gleam in her eyes. “Kissing,” she repeated, drawing the word out like a caress. “And then?”
Liam was drowning, lost in the swirling vortex of the moment. He knew he should stop, that he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn’t seem to pull himself back. The wine, the heat, the unfamiliar thrill of this forbidden territory… it was all too much.
He took another desperate gulp of wine, and then, spurred by a reckless impulse, he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. “And then,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “maybe… I start to touch you.”
Sarah didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Her eyes, dark and intense, locked onto his, and a silent challenge passed between them.
“Touch me where, Liam?” she breathed, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down his spine.
He was teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something taboo. He knew he should stop, that he needed to regain control of the situation before it spiraled completely out of reach. But the wine had loosened his inhibitions, and the thrill of the forbidden had him hooked.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. “Maybe…” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation, “maybe I touch your cheek.”
Sarah closed her eyes, a soft sigh escaping her lips. “And then?” she prompted, her voice barely audible.
Liam’s hand trailed down her neck, his fingers lightly tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone. “And then…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath, “maybe I touch your shoulder.”
He could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the soft silk of her nightie against his fingertips. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Sarah opened her eyes, her gaze burning into his. “And then, Liam?” she whispered, her voice a siren song, pulling him further into the depths of the forbidden. She was practiaclly frothing at her gash, she knew this was wrong but she was so turned on. She downed her drink. “Maybe we should stop this honey, we are getting carried away. Fuck I am so horny right now… I mean… Fuck.”
She placed her glass on the table and Liam topped it up right a way. “You drinking to get me drunk Liam.”
He smirked, “Maybe, is that a bad thing.”
She looked at his crotch and saw his boxers tenting as she sighed, “your a naughty boy.”
1 Hour had passed and Sarah was so tipsy and drunk out of her head. As she was casually talking about the past and her sex life with his dad. She wasn’t shy about talking about her tits and pussy.
Sarah giggled, her words slurring slightly as she leaned against Liam, the wine having thoroughly loosened her inhibitions.
“Oh, Liam,” shesighed, her breath warm against his neck, “your dad and I… we had some wild times, back in the day. Such a good fuck he was oh fuck.” She nuzzled into his shoulder, her hand resting lightly on his thigh.
Liam froze, his heart racing. He was acutely aware of Sarah’s touch, the warmth of her breath, the softness of her body pressed against his. He knew he should pull away, should put an end to this dangerous game they were playing. But the wine and the heat and the forbidden thrill of it all kept him rooted to the spot.
“Tell me,” he heard himself say, his voice barely audible, “what was your favorite… position?”
Sarah’s giggle turned into a throaty laugh, her hand squeezing Liam’s thigh. “Oh, darling, you’re so curious,” she purred, her words dripping with a mix of amusement and intoxication. “Well, if you must know…” She paused, leaning in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I always loved it when he took me from behind. Many times I have been fucked doggystyle by your dad bent over this couch. There’s something so… primal about it, don’t you think?”
He poured her another drink, “yeah doggystyle is my favorite too mum.”
Sarah’s eyes widened at Liam’s admission, a surge of excitement coursing through her. She took a long sip of her wine, the liquid courage emboldening her further. “Oh, really?” she purred, her voice low and husky. “You like it when a woman bends over for you, hmm?” She shifted on the couch, turning to face Liam fully. Her nightie had ridden up her thighs, the silk clinging to her curves. She made no move to adjust it, instead leaning in closer to her son.
He smirked, “Bend over this couch and find out what happens.”
Sarah’s heart raced at Liam’s bold words, the alcohol coursing through her veins fueling a reckless desire. She stared at him for a moment, searching his face, looking for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty. But all she saw was a mirror of her own hunger, a reflection of the forbidden lust that had been building between them all night.
Slowly, deliberately, she rose from the couch, her movements exaggerated by the wine. She stood before Liam, her body swaying slightly, the silk nightie clinging to her curves. With a coy smile, she turned and bent at the waist, placing her hands on the arm of the couch. The position thrust her ass in the air, the hem of her nightie riding up to reveal the lace of her panties.
“Like this, darling?” she purred, glancing back at Liam over her shoulder. Her voice was thick with desire, her eyes heavy-lidded. “Haha I am only joking lo…”
But she was cut off when her panties were yanked down and Liam rammed his cock inside her pussy. She was joking and now her boy started pounding her bent over the couch.
Sarah’s eyes widened in shock as she felt Liam’s hard cock suddenly plunge deep into her soaked pussy. A loud gasp escaped her lips, followed by a moan of pleasure that echoed through the room.
“Fuck, Liam!” she cried out, her voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy. “What are you…oh god, that feels so good!”
Sarah’s pussy clenched tightly around Liam’s throbbing shaft as he began to pound into her mercilessly. The sudden, intense pleasure was overwhelming, and she could barely catch her breath. Her hands gripped the couch tightly, her knuckles turning white as Liam’s hips slammed against her ass.
“Oh fuck, Mum,” Liam grunted, his voice strained with exertion and pleasure. “Your pussy is so fucking wet.”
Sarah’s mind was spinning, the alcohol and the sudden, intense pleasure making it hard for her to think straight. She could feel Liam’s thick cock stretching her pussy, filling her completely with each powerful thrust. The sensation was incredible, unlike anything she had experienced in years.
Sarah took one of her son’s hands and pulled it round her and placed it on one of her breasts through her nightie.
Sarah’s tits were massive and Liam squeezed one hard as he kept fucking her.”Oh Liam, your hand feels so good on my tit. Play with it more.”
Liam’s hand squeezed and kneaded Sarah’s tit through the thin fabric of her nightie, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He could feel her nipple hardening beneath his palm, poking through the silk. Sarah’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as Liam continued to pound into her and grope her tit.
“Honey… ahh yes, I can’t believe… you ahh are fucking me,” she moaned as he just kept fucking her. Sarah’s ass clapping against him.
“Unngh,” Liam grunted as he banged his mothers cunt hard. “Feels so good, I… I can stop it you want.”
Sarah gasped, her body tensing at Liam’s words. “No!”she cried out, her voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop, Liam. Please, don’t stop.” She pushed her ass back against him, urging him deeper, harder. “Fuck me, Liam. Fuck your mother’s pussy.”
Liam’s grip on Sarah’s tit tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he slammed into her harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their moans and grunts of pleasure. Sarah’s pussy clenched and spasmed around Liam’s cock, her orgasm building rapidly.
“Ahh, Liam, I’m… I’m going to…fuck, I’m going to cum!” Sarah screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy contracted violently around Liam’s shaft, milking him, urging him to join her in ecstasy.
Liam’s thrusts became erratic as he felt Sarah’s pussy gripping him like a vice.”Fuck, Mum, I’m… I’m gonna cum too!” he groaned, his voice strained. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his hot seed into her waiting womb. “Ahhh, Unnngh fuck!”
Sarah’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing with pleasure. She screamed Liam’s name, her voice hoarse and raw, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her. She could feel Liam’s cum filling her, his hot liquid mixing with her own juices, creating a warm, comforting sensation deep inside her.
As their orgasms subsided, they fell onto the couch, Liam’s spent body draped over Sarah’s back.
Sarah’s heart raced as she lay there, Liam’s weight pressing her into the couch. The reality of what they had just done began to sink in, and a mix of emotions washed over her – pleasure, guilt, shock, and a lingering sense of desire. She could feel Liam’s warm breath on her neck, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His softening cock was still nestled inside her.
Slowly, Sarah turned her head, looking back at Liam over her shoulder. His eyes were closed, a peaceful expression on his face. She reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
“Liam,”she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Liam, look at me.”
Liam slowly opened his eyes, meeting Sarah’s gaze. The post-coital haze was starting to lift, and the reality of their actions was settling in. He searched his mother’s face, looking for any sign of regret or disgust, but all he saw was a soft, gentle expression.
“Mum,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… we shouldn’t have…” He trailed off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. Theguilt was starting to gnaw at him, the weight of what they had done pressing down on his chest.
Sarah placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. “Shh,”she whispered, her voice soothing. “Don’t apologize, Liam. We’re both adults, and what happened… it happened because we both wanted it. Fuck I needed that.”