The rain hammered against the windows of the hotel, a relentless drumming that seemed to echo the chaos of the night. Sarah and her son Jamie stumbled into the room, dripping wet and shivering from the storm that had caught them off guard. Sarah’s dark hair clung to her face in damp tendrils, and her clothes were plastered to her body, revealing the curves she usually kept hidden under loose sweaters and jeans. The fabric of her top clung transparently, hinting at the lace of her bra beneath, while her jeans hugged her hips in a way that made her seem younger than her 40 years.
“Just great,” Sarah muttered, wringing out the hem of her soaked top. “I’m drenched to the bone. My jeans are sticking to me, my top is practically transparent, and even my bra and knickers are soaked through. Lovely.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair, which only made it cling to her neck and shoulders more.
Jamie, standing a few feet away, ran a hand through his wet hair, shaking droplets onto the carpet. “Mom, too much information,” he said with a half-smile, though his cheeks flushed slightly. At 18, he was still getting used to the occasional overshare from his mom, who had always been blunt to a fault. His eyes flicked to her for a moment, then darted away, as if he wasn’t sure where to look.
Sarah shot him a look, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, please. Like you’ve never seen a woman in wet clothes before. Besides, it’s not like I’m stripping down right here.” She paused, then added with a smirk, “Though I might have to if I don’t get out of these soon. I’m starting to feel like a drowned rat.”
Jamie groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re impossible, you know that?” He glanced around the room, taking in the single queen-sized bed and the small, slightly dated decor. “Mom, there’s only one bed. And it looks… cosy. I can sleep on the floor. Not like we can share. I’m an 18-year-old lad with, you know, hormones.”
Sarah laughed, the sound warm and rich despite the chill in the air. “Oh, Jamie, you’re such a drama queen. It’s one night. We’ll survive. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to bite.” She winked, clearly enjoying his discomfort as she tugged at the hem of her top, which clung stubbornly to her skin.
“Easy for you to say,” Jamie muttered, feigning offence as he peeled off his sodden jacket. “You’re not the one who has to control himself.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a playful smile. “Control yourself? From what, exactly? Your dear old mom? Please. I think I’m safe from your teenage angst.” She tossed her bag onto the bed and began rummaging through it for dry clothes. “Now, let’s focus on the immediate problem: getting dry. I call first shower.”
Jamie groaned again, louder this time. “You’re going to leave me out here, soaked to the bone, while you get to warm up? Nice, Mom. Real nice.”
She shot him a grin over her shoulder as she headed for the bathroom. “Not like you can bloody shower with me. Wait your turn, kid.” She disappeared into the small ensuite, leaving the door slightly ajar. The sound of running water soon followed, along with the faint hum of her singing some old pop song.
Jamie sighed, sinking into the room’s lone armchair. He glanced at the bed, then at the floor, mentally calculating how uncomfortable the night was going to be. His thoughts were interrupted when Sarah’s voice floated out from the bathroom.
“Jamie, love, can you grab me the hotel towel and the robe? It’s on the back of the door.”
He stood, grabbing the fluffy white robe and holding it out at arm’s length as he approached the bathroom. “Here you go,” he said, keeping his eyes firmly on the ceiling.
Sarah’s hand reached out, dripping wet, to take it, her arm strategically but barely covering her breast as she peeked out to grab it from him. Slight sight of her dark nipple which was not covered properly. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re a lifesaver.” There was a pause, and then she added, her voice teasing, “Don’t worry, I’m decent. Mostly.”
Jamie groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that night. “Mom, I swear… you look beautiful. I mean, hurry up.” The words slipped out before he could stop them, and he immediately regretted it, his face burning.
Her laughter followed him as he retreated to the other side of the room. When she emerged a few minutes later, her hair was damp but no longer dripping, and the robe clung to her figure in a way that made Jamie quickly avert his eyes. The deep V of the neckline revealed a hint of her collarbone and the curve of the side of one of her breasts, and the fabric hugged her waist before flaring out slightly at her hips. She tied the belt securely, though the robe still left little to the imagination.
“Your turn,” she said, flopping onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. “And don’t take forever. I’m starving, and room service closes soon.”
Jamie grabbed his own robe and headed for the bathroom, muttering under his breath about how this was going to be the longest night of his life. As he stepped under the warm spray, he couldn’t help but think about the way the robe had hugged his mom’s curves, the way she’d seemed so effortlessly alluring even in something as simple as a hotel robe. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. She’s your mom, for God’s sake, he reminded himself. But the storm outside was nothing compared to the one raging inside him. As he got out and dried he could see her underwear soggy on the floor.
When he emerged, Sarah was lounging on the bed, flipping through the TV channels. She glanced up, her eyes sweeping over him in the robe. “Well, don’t you look cosy,” she said with a grin. “Come on, sit down. I ordered us some food. We might as well make the best of this mess.”
Later that night after eating and drinking a bottle of wine we got into bed.
The lights were off, the only illumination coming from the muted glow of the television screen and the occasional flash of lightning outside. The steady drumming of the rain had softened slightly, but it was still a constant presence, a reminder of the storm that had brought them here.
Jamie lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the fact that his mother was only a few feet away. He could hear her breathing, soft and even, and the faint scent of her shampoo drifted through the air. He desperately hoped she couldn’t hear the frantic beating of his heart.
Sarah, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. The wine, and the warmth of the meal, had relaxed her considerably. She shifted slightly, pulling the covers higher. “Jamie?” she murmured, her voice soft in the darkness.
“Yeah, Mom?” he replied, trying to keep his voice even.
“Are you comfortable?”
“I’m fine,” he lied.
“You sure? You’re awfully quiet. You can always have another pillow if you need one.”
“I’m good, Mom. Really. Just tired.”
There was a pause. Then, “Jamie, I know this is probably a little awkward for you.”
He braced himself. “A little,” he admitted.
“Look, I just want you to know… I’m not trying to embarrass you or anything. I’m just… me. And sometimes I forget that you’re not my little boy anymore.”
He smiled faintly in the darkness. “I know, Mom.”
“And… I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier.”
He hesitated. “It’s okay, Mom. Really.”
“Are you sure? Because I can sleep on the floor if you’d prefer.”
“No! No, it’s fine. Don’t be silly.” The thought of his mother sleeping on the hard floor was far more disturbing than sharing a bed with her.
“Alright,” she said softly. “Good night, Jamie.”
“Good night, Mom.”
Silence descended again, thick and heavy. Jamie closed his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep. But his mind was racing, replaying the events of the evening – the rain, the soaked clothes, his mother’s teasing remarks, the brief glimpse of her breast. He knew he was being ridiculous, that his hormones were exaggerating everything. But he couldn’t shake the unsettling mix of embarrassment and attraction that had been plaguing him all night.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his arm. He tensed, his eyes snapping open.
“Jamie?” Sarah whispered. “I’m cold. Can you just… can we just cuddle? Just for a little while?”
He stared at the ceiling, his mind reeling. This was it. The ultimate test. What was he supposed to do? Turn her down and risk hurting her feelings? Or agree and risk… who knew what?
He swallowed hard. “Okay,” he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. He shuffled up behind her on his side and pressed against her as he put his arm over her waist. His crotch pressed against her ass, and the most embarrassing part, he started to get hard against her bottom. She gently unknowingly pressed her ass back into his growing hard-on.
“Oh my, someone’s excited,” she said letting out a little moan.
Jamie froze, every muscle in his body rigid. Panic seized him. “Mom, I…” he started, desperately trying to find an explanation, any explanation, that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete pervert.
Sarah chuckled, a low, throaty sound that vibrated against his chest. She did a slow wriggle. “Relax, Jamie. I’m teasing. It’s perfectly normal. You’re a young man, and I’m a woman. It’s just biology.”
“I know but your… your bum against it doesn’t help,” he could feel her ass against his cock through the robe.
“Oh baby,” she then let out a little laugh. “You saying momma’s ass is big.”
Sarah sighed, her body relaxing against him once more. “Look, Jamie,” she murmured, her voice losing its playful edge. “I know this is complicated. And I know I haven’t always been the best at handling things like this but if you, you know need to release, then do it.”
She lifted a bit of her robe up and her bare ass pressed against him, was she being serious. He felt under the covers and felt her ass as remained to keep her back facing him.
Jamie’s breath hitched. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was this some kind of test? A bizarre, twisted game she was playing? Or was she actually giving him permission… permission to do something he’d been secretly, shamefully, fantasizing about all night?
His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, desire, and guilt. The storm outside seemed to have moved inside him, a tempest of conflicting emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted to stop, to pull away, to pretend this conversation never happened. But his body, traitor that it was, was already responding, hardening against her.
“Mom… I don’t… I can’t,” he stammered, the words catching in his throat.
Sarah shifted slightly, her head turning so she could look at him in the dim light. Her eyes were soft, understanding. “It’s okay, Jamie,” she whispered. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. But I will keep this lifted and if it gets worse I don’t mind you helping yourself. What happens here stays here.”
“W-what if you fell asleep like that,” he nervously spoke up embarrassed.
Sarah chuckled softly, her breath warm against his cheek. “Like I said sweetie help yourself if it helps get rid of it.”
“What even if you are asleep, I… I can’t help myself to you,” he said as his heart race which made his cock throb against her.
Sarah sighed softly. “Jamie,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of exasperation and tenderness, “you’re overthinking this. I understand that this is a lot to process, but trust me. I wouldn’t be saying it if I didn’t mean it. And if you woke me I don’t mind helping you finish the job.”
She paused, then added in a low, almost playful tone, “Besides, who knows? Maybe I’d enjoy it.”
He went quiet and he was embarrassed, 30 minutes later she was a sleep and snoring. He was still hard, remembering her allowing him to use her. Could he really do that, his brain says no his cock says hell yes.
His hand shook as he undid his robe and his cock was throbbing. He gently cupped one ass cheek and slightly lifted it so he could access his mother’s slit. He shuffled up closer and guided his cock under her ass and right to her pussy lips.
His breath hitched as the head of his cock made first contact with her wetness. It felt so forbidden, so wrong, and yet… so incredibly right. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the voice of reason in his head, the voice that screamed at him to stop, to get out of bed, to run. But his body wouldn’t obey. It was on autopilot, driven by primal urges he couldn’t control.
He pressed forward slightly, and the head of his cock slid between her lips and she moaned in her sleep. He stifled a gasp. This was insane. He was about to shag his own mother’s pussy. But the feeling… the feeling was intoxicating. Her skin was so smooth, so soft, the wetness clinging to him like a promise.
He hesitated for a moment longer, then took a deep breath and pushed forward again. This time, he slid in a little further. She moaned a little louder now the head was inside her. He was inside her now, and it was almost too much to bear. The heat, the tightness, the sheer audacity of what he was doing… it was overwhelming.
He began to move slowly, tentatively at first. Each stroke sent shivers of pleasure and guilt coursing through him.
As he continued to pump, his body became more and more frenzied. Her moans started to become louder and louder.
“Ah baby,” she woke up.
She moaned loudly. “Finally! You are really in now. You took your time, ahhh baby… ahhh.”
Jamie thrust harder. She was awake. And she knew exactly what he was doing. He started banging her hard all the way inside her as the base of his cock slammed and her ass cheeks slapped loudly as he took her hard from behind on her side still.
“Harder, Jamie,” she gasped, her voice husky with desire. “Harder… I want to feel you. Fuck me, show your mother how hard you can fuck her.”
The words were like a switch, flipping him from awkward teenager to ravenous lover. He gripped her hips, his knuckles white, and began to pump into her with a primal intensity he never knew he possessed. He felt her hands on his back, digging into his flesh, urging him on. Her moans were his music, a symphony of lust that drove him further and further into the abyss.
“Yes, Mom,” he growled, the words torn from his throat. “I’m gonna fuck you good.”
He thrust deeper, harder until he felt her body begin to tremble beneath him. He knew he was close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. He pushed harder, desperate for release, for the sweet, sweet surrender.
“Jamie… oh God, Jamie…” she cried, her voice cracking with the force of her orgasm.
“Don’t stop now, Jamie,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. “You’re doing so well.”
He stared at her, his mind unable to process what was happening. This wasn’t a dream, a fantasy. This was real. He was actually having sex with his mother.
And she was encouraging him.
Driven by a potent cocktail of desire, confusion, and a strange sense of inevitability, he resumed his movements, pushing deeper inside her. He found a strange rhythm to it all as he pushed in and out as she moaned and writhed under him. Sarah moaned louder, her hands tightening on his hips, pulling him closer. She started to match his rhythm, her body undulating beneath his, urging him on.
“Oh, Jamie,” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. “That’s it… that’s so good…”
He lost himself in the sensation, shutting out the voice of reason in his head. He was no longer Jamie, the son. He was just a man, and she was just a woman. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
He increased his pace, his strokes becoming faster and harder. He could feel himself nearing the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.
“Mom…” he moaned, his voice barely audible.
“Yes, Jamie… yes… give it to me…” she gasped, her body trembling.
And then, he exploded, his body convulsing as he released a torrent of semen deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy with exhaustion and a strange sense of elation.
They lay there in silence for a long moment, their bodies intertwined, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Jamie felt a profound sense of disorientation as if he had stepped into another reality.
Finally, Sarah stirred. She gently pushed him off her and sat up, leaning against the headboard.
“Well,” she said, a faint smile playing on her lips. “That was… interesting.”
Jamie sat up as well, pulling the covers around him. “Mom, I… I don’t know what to say,” he stammered.
She reached out and took his hand. “Don’t say anything, Jamie,” she said softly. “Just… let’s just enjoy the moment, okay?”
He nodded, his mind still reeling. He knew that this was wrong, that this couldn’t happen again. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the intense pleasure he had just experienced.
And he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.