As the warm bathwater gently lapped against my body, I couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to relaxing in my soft nightgown, sans underwear. My husband was away on a business trip.
I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and padded into the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind me. The cool air against my damp skin sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I slipped on my favorite silk nightie, feeling the smooth fabric drape over my curves. It fell just above the knee, the neckline low and flirty. In the mirror, I admired how it hugged my ample breasts and nipped in at my waist. At my age, I’d learned to appreciate the assets I had!
Downstairs, I poured myself a glass of wine, the merlot swirling a deep crimson. I was just settling onto the couch with a book when I heard fast footsteps coming from the hallway. “Mom, I’m bored,” my 18-year old son Tyler declared, flopping down beside me.
I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. “Well, maybe we can play a game then. Or I can teach you some poker.”
Tyler perked up. “Ah, I’d rather wrestle you instead!” Before I could protest, he pounced, pulling me down and tickling my sides. I squealed with laughter, dropping my book.
“Stop, stop!” I gasped, trying to get away. But he held me pinned. I bucked my hips, trying to throw him off. My nightgown rode up as I thrashed around. I was vaguely aware of cool air on my bare bottom but was too caught up in the playful scuffle to worry about it.
Tyler was grinning from ear to ear as he struggled with his giggling mother. “Gotta get away from me?” he challenged. “Not a chance!”
We rolled around on the carpet, limbs flailing, until somehow he was straddling my hips, his strong hands pinning my wrists above my head. “Got you now!” he crowed in triumph.
I glared up at him, cheeks flushed from exertion and wine. “You little brat. Let me up this instant!”
“I don’t know…” he mused, eyes twinkling impishly. “Maybe if you beg real nice…”
My eyes narrowed. I brought up my knee, catching him right in the crotch. “Ohhh!” He released me with a pained gargle, doubling over. I scrambled to my feet.
But he recovered quickly, lunging and grabbing my ankle to yank me back down. I landed on my stomach with an “Oof!” Before I could flip over, he’d wiggled a knee between my thighs, spreading my legs.
“Ah! Ty, cut it ou-” The words died in my throat as he ground his hips against my upturned bottom. I could feel something long and hard pressing insistently against my bare slit. Oh my god, was he – no, surely not. My own son couldn’t…
I tried to squirm away but he held me fast, one hand on the nape of my neck. His other hand reached down to grip my hip as his rigid cock nudged at my folds. I squeezed my eyes shut, heart pounding. This couldn’t be happening.
With a forceful thrust, he entered me. I cried out as I was stretched and filled. “Ahhh! Ty, wait, we can’t…”
He just groaned as he hilted deep inside my slick channel. “Unghh fuck mom, you feel so good. Gonna shag this pussy so hard.”
Shame and arousal warred in my mind. It felt so wrong but so very good, his thick young cock pulsing within me, dragging along my walls. “Tyler…it’s wrong…” I whimpered weakly even as my hips tilted back for more.
“Nnnh yeah, take it mom. Gonna fuck this tight cunt.” He pulled almost all the way out, the bulbous head tugging against my opening, before slamming back in. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air.
I couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from my lips as he began to move, sawing in and out of my fluttering sex. It had been so long since I’d had a cock in me. My neglected pussy clenched greedily, drawing him in deeper.
Tyler set a punishing pace, pistoning his hips, forcing needy gasps from me with each thrust. The head of his dick battered my cervix, making my toes curl. His pubic hair rasped deliciously against my clit.
“Harder!” I urged, no longer caring about anything except the delicious friction. “Yes, right there! Shit, your cock feels so good!”
He was panting now, hands gripping bruisingly into my hips as he pounded into me. I could feel every ridge and vein as he stretched me open. My pussy made obscene sucking sounds each time he withdrew before plowing back in. The wet squelch seemed to echo in my ears.
The telltale pressure built at the base of my spine. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” I keened, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts.
“Do it, cum on your son’s cock,” he growled. Reaching down, he rolled my clit between his fingers. I shattered with a wail, convulsing around him as my cunt rippled and clamped down.
“Unggghh mom!” Tyler slammed in to the hilt one last time, pulsing as he emptied deep inside me. I felt each hot spurt of his release painting my insides.
We collapsed in a sweaty tangle, chests heaving. After a long moment, Tyler pulled out with a wet sound. I could feel his seed start to leak out of my used hole.
He flopped onto his back and tucked himself away with a self-satisfied smirk. I slowly sat up, nightgown still bunched around my waist. I felt his cum trickle down my thigh.
I cleared my throat. “Well. That was…something.”
He just grinned at me. “Anytime, mom. I’m always up for round two.”
I shook my head in amazement and pulled my nightie back down. I’d have to clean up this mess and get myself under control before anyone else saw. This was definitely not going to be the last time my boy took me on the living room floor.