It was 8pm and I was relaxing in the hot tub in my red bikini after a long day. Already gone through one bottle of wine. I miss been with someone, I miss the sex, god I sound desperate. Then I heard Mike shout, “Mum… Mum where are you!” Mike’s voice cut through the warm, steamy air, yanking me abruptly from my self-pitying reverie. My eyes, which had been unfocused on the distant stars, snapped back to the mundane reality of my overgrown backyard. Right on cue, I thought, a familiar mix of exasperation and affection washing over me. So much for my quiet, wine-soaked wallow.
“In the hot tub, honey!” I called back, my voice a little slurred, a little too loud.
“Oh,” his voice was closer now, clearer, followed by the clatter of the back door opening and closing. “Wish I could relax, today’s been shit.”
“What’s up, sweetie?” I asked, swirling a hand through the bubbles. The wine bottle, now empty, floated beside me.
Mike appeared around the corner of the shed. He was tall, even at seventeen, and slumped a bit. His backpack looked heavy.
“Just… work,” he mumbled. He stood by the edge of the patio, not coming too close. “And Chloe.”
“Ah, Chloe,” I sighed. Teenage drama. Always something. “What’s she done now?”
“She doesn’t wanna you know with me… doesn’t matter it’s embarrassing,” he said staring down at me in the hot tub and staring at my cleavage of my bikini top. “We use to do it all the time, but we haven’t done anything for over a month.”
“Oh, honey,” I said, a little too quickly, trying not to notice where his eyes were fixed. “Listen get some beers for yourself out of the fridge and come and relax in here.”
Mike’s eyes widened, then flickered away from my chest, up to my face, then back to the hot tub itself. He shuffled his feet a bit.
“In… in there?” he asked, his voice a little higher than usual.
“Yeah, honey,” I said, trying to sound casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which, for us sometimes, it was. We’d shared the hot tub before, but not, I realized, since he’d gotten so tall, so… man-like. And certainly not since the Chloe situation had become so central to his life. “It’s warm. And you said you had a shit day. Come on, you need to unwind.”
He hesitated for another long moment, chewing on his lip. “Uh, alright,” he finally mumbled, dropping his backpack by the shed. “Be right back, then.”
I watched him go, a small internal sigh escaping me. Here we go, I thought. Just what I need. Teenage angst, hot tub, and a red bikini. I splashed some water, trying to dissipate the sudden tension that had settled in the air. My earlier thoughts of loneliness and desire seemed to vanish, replaced by the immediate, practical concern of being a mom.
A few minutes later, he reappeared, only wearing a pair of shorts and carrying two cold bottles of beer. He still looked awkward, like a heron on land. He set one beer down on the edge of the tub, popped the top off the other with practiced ease, and took a long swig.
“So, are you coming in or just guarding the perimeter?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He gave a small, forced laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” He climbed into the hot tub and stood next to me. I caught him staring at my tits again.
“So,” I prompted, leaning back against the jets, letting the warmth soak into my shoulders. “You and Chloe.”
Mike took another long swig of his beer. The steam swirled around his face, making him look a bit blurred, like a painting. “She just… she’s different, Mum. Like, we used to be super close, right? Always together. And now… Don’t laugh but I am so damn horny I got a lot of pent up tension.” He trailed off, looking down at the bubbles. “She says she’s stressed with school. And, you know, she’s got her dad on her case about uni applications and stuff. But it’s more than that.”
“Oh, honey,” I said, gently, swirling my hand around. The water felt very warm, and the bubbles seemed to amplify the silence that followed his confession. “It’s… normal to feel that way at your age. All that energy. And when you care about someone, and things change, it’s really hard.” I paused, choosing my words carefully. “But sometimes, when people are stressed, or going through things, they just… need space. Or they express it differently. I am sure you will get a bit of action soon honey, your lucky it as been five years for me.”
Mike’s head snapped up. “Five… five years, Mum? Since what?” He looked genuinely confused, his brow furrowed. The beer bottle was still at his lips, but he hadn’t taken a sip in a moment.
I let out a small, self-deprecating laugh, a bit louder than I intended. The wine was definitely still doing its work. “Oh, you know,” I waved a hand vaguely, “since… since I’ve had any action. Intimacy. Sex, honey. It’s been a long, dry spell for your old mum.” I tried to make it sound light, like a joke, but a part of me meant every word. The truth of it probably hung in the air, a little too heavy.
Mike’s eyes, already wide, seemed to expand further. He blushed, a deep flush creeping from his neck up to his ears. He quickly took a long swig of his beer, almost emptying it. “Oh. Right. Um… I didn’t… I didn’t know.” He mumbled, looking away, down at the bubbles again. He still didn’t quite meet my gaze.
“Well, now you do,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Not exactly something that comes up at the dinner table, huh? ‘Pass the salt, oh, and by the way, I’m perpetually celibate.’” I chuckled, but it felt a little hollow. “Point is, Mike, it’s a natural human need. And when you’re not getting it, and you’re feeling all that energy like you said, it can be really intense. And frustrating.”
He nodded slowly, still looking down. “Yeah, it is,” he said, his voice quiet. “So… Mum, are you… constantly ready down there.”
“Mike!” I managed, my voice sharper than I intended, but also laced with disbelief. I saw him flinch, his eyes darting up to mine, then quickly away, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He must have realized how that sounded. “Honey, that’s… that’s a very personal question to ask your mum. But… if you must know yes, like now actually but it’s not like I got anyone to give me it. Unless you know anyone.”
“Well, I… I am here and I am hard,” he said staring at my tits.
My mind reeled. My son. The thought screamed in one part of my brain, a blaring siren of alarm. But in another, quieter, desperate part, a different thought whispered, hot and dangerous. He’s a man. And he’s right here. The wine, swirling warmly through my veins, didn’t help. It dulled the alarm and amplified the whisper.
I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. My gaze dropped from his face to the water, then to his own body, partially submerged in the churning bubbles. The baggy board shorts did little to disguise the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric. My face, I knew, was as red as my bikini.
He didn’t look away. Instead, he took a step closer in the water, the movement subtle, almost imperceptible amidst the jets. The hot tub was big enough for a few people, but suddenly, it felt impossibly small.
“Mum,” he said again, his voice softer this time, almost a plea. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment, then gently touched my arm, just above the water line. His fingers were surprisingly warm, and a jolt went through me, tingling. “I’m just… I’m just saying. You said you hadn’t had anyone. And I’m here. And I’m really… I’m really feeling it.”
My eyes flickered up to his. His expression was a mix of intense longing, a touch of desperation, and something else—a raw, vulnerable honesty that disarmed me completely. The mother in me wanted to scold him, to tell him this was wrong, to put a stop to it. But the woman in me, the one who had just poured out her own deep, aching loneliness, felt a powerful, undeniable pull.
“Mike,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper, thick with unasked questions and unspoken desires. Did he really want to bang me, his own mum. I was tempted, my pussy could do with a good hard shag. “That’s… we can’t. You’re my son.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving mine. That goddamn honesty was like a laser beam cutting through the fog of wine and inhibitions. “I know, Mum. But I… it’s not like it’s wrong. Not in my head, anyway.”
He paused, his grip on my arm tightening subtly, nearly painfully. “You said you were lonely. You said you haven’t had anyone.”
“It’s… different with you, Mike.” I knew what I was saying next must sound insane, but my head was swimming, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. “It’s dangerous. Decadent. Sinful. But… God, son, I’m so fucking horny.”
He pressed into me and kissed my neck and I felt his hard dick digging into my pubic bone. His hand squeezed my bum and the other hand down at my bikini bottoms.
“I know, Mum,” he whispered against my skin, his voice husky with need and something else entirely. Something that scraped against the raw nerve of desire that was finally taking over my own body. “I know it’s wrong. But I don’t care. Not right now.”
His hand slipped underneath my bikini bottoms, his fingers brushing against my hot, slick cunt. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, a wave of heat that spread from my core right up to the surface of my skin. My breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping my lips as his touch deepened into a caressing stroke, a sure and demanding pressure I haven’t felt in far too long.
My hips bucked instinctively, a low moan rumbling in my chest. “Mike,” I breathed out, the name a mixture of warning and invitation. “God…”
His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer, his cock pressing harder against my snatch. “Mum,” he said, his voice thick with exertion. “Do you want me to stop.”
“Good,” Mike growled, his hot breath tickling my ear as the rough, coarse texture of his cock traced erotic patterns up and down my slit. “Let’s take those bikini bottoms off as my dick is ready for you.”
He gentle pulled on the bikini tie and then he threw the bikini bottoms out of the pool. He then took his shorts off and threw them out aswell. He then picked me up and pressed me against the hot tub sides as he started to grab his dick and push it against my pussy.
I gasped as he pushed the tip of his cock against my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts that barely penetrated me. My nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on silently. “Mike,” I panted, my hips rocking forward to meet his movements. “Stop teasing and just fuck me already. I can’t believe I am letting you fuck my pussy.” He growled low in his throat and thrust forward hard, burying himself balls-deep inside me in one swift motion.
Mike let out a loud grunt as he felt my pussy wrap around his thick cock. He started to thrust in and out of me, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. The water sloshed around us as he fucked me hard against the side of the hot tub. “Fuck, Mum,” he gasped, his face buried in my neck.
I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the edge of the hot tub. His cock hit all the right spots inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
Mike’s thrusts became more urgent, more forceful, his hips slamming into mine with a fierce intensity. The water churned around us, splashing against the sides of the hot tub as he pounded into me. His hands gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin with a delicious pain.
“Oh God, Mike,” I moaned, my voice trembling with pleasure. “Your cock feels so good inside me.” I could feel every inch of him stretching me open, filling me completely. It had been so long since I’d felt this full, this satisfied. He growled against my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. “Fuck, Mum,” he panted. “Your pussy is better than Chloe’s.”
Mike’s words sent a surge of jealousy through me, even as my body responded to his praise. I tightened my legs around him, pulling him even deeper into me. “Don’t talk about her when you’re fucking me,” I snapped, my voice low and commanding. “Right now, I’m the only one who matters.”
Mike’s eyes widened at my sudden possessiveness, a flicker of surprise and excitement dancing in their depths. He nodded quickly, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. “Yes, Mum,” he breathed, his voice husky with desire. “You’re right. You’re the only one who matters right now.” His hands slid up from my hips, roaming over the curves of my body until they found the ties of my bikini top. With a sharp tug, he untied them, freeing my breasts from their confinement. They spilled out into his waiting hands, and he groaned appreciatively as he squeezed them, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples.
Mike’s hands felt amazing on my tits, kneading and squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound into me. I arched my back, pushing my chest further into his touch, a moan escaping my lips as he pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers. The sensations were overwhelming, the pleasure building inside me with each thrust of his hips.
“Harder,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder, Mike.”
He growled in response, his grip on my tits tightening as he slammed into me with renewed vigour. The hot tub water sloshed violently around us, splashing against the sides and soaking the patio floor. The sound of our bodies coming together echoed through the night air, punctuated by our moans and grunts of pleasure. Mike’s hips moved like a piston, his thick cock driving in and out of me at a furious pace.
“Ahhh fuck, we shouldn’t… be fucking,” I moaned as he went at me twice as hard and rough. The water sloshing everywhere. He started to kiss my lips heavily breathing into my mouth as he continued to hard shag my pussy.
Mike’s kisses were hungry, demanding, his tongue invading my mouth with the same fervour as his cock invaded my pussy. I kissed him back just as fiercely, my own desire matching his intensity. All that mattered was the primal need coursing through our veins, the desperate urge to consume each other completely. His hands left my tits to grip my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me with abandon. The hot tub water churned around us, frothing and bubbling like a cauldron of lust. My legs tightened around his waist, heels digging into his ass cheeks, urging him deeper, harder.
“Fuck,” he gasped against my lips, breaking the kiss for a moment. “Mum… you feel so good. So tight. Can I cum inside you.” His words were punctuated by short grunts and growls as he continued to pound into me.
I moaned loudly as I felt his thick cock throbbing inside me, getting ready to explode. “Yes, Mike,” I gasped, my voice trembling with anticipation. “Cum inside me, baby. Fill mummy’s pussy.”
Mike let out a loud roar as he slammed into me one last time, burying himself balls-deep inside my convulsing cunt. I felt his cock swell and pulse as he began to cum, his hot semen flooding my insides. My own orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body shuddering and spasming in Mike’s arms as I came harder than I ever had before.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Mike screamed, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself inside me. The hot tub water churned wildly around us, splashing onto the patio as our bodies shook with the force of our mutual climax.
Mike collapsed against me, his face buried in my neck as he panted heavily. His cock remained buried inside me, still twitching occasionally as the last remnants of his orgasm subsided. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as I caught my breath, my own body still trembling from the intensity of my release.
Mike’s breathing slowly returned to normal as he remained slumped against me, his softening cock still nestled inside my well-fucked pussy.
“Mike,” I murmured softly, tilting his chin up to look at me. “Are you okay?”
Mike looked up at me, his eyes glazed and unfocused. He blinked a few times, as if trying to clear his head. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice hoarse. “Yeah, I’m okay. That was… fuck your pussy felt good.” He let out a shaky laugh, his hands still resting on my hips.