My phone buzzed under my pillow.
I woke up instantly, fumbling to silence it. Even the vibration felt loud in the dead of night.
Sliding out of bed, I grabbed my robe, tied it, and tiptoed to the door. The house was quiet except for the faint glow under Michael’s door at the end of the hall.
I sighed. His light was on again.
Walking down the hall, I stopped outside his room. I could hear the quick clicks of his keyboard.
I knocked once.
“Michael,” I called, opening the door, “it’s three in the morning.”
He didn’t even turn to look at me.
“I can’t sleep,” he mumbled, his eyes locked on his monitor.
“Because you’re playing games,” I said, folding my arms. “You need to switch off and relax so your mind can rest.”
“I tried. It didn’t work.”
“How long did you try?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Never mind. Michael, your grades are slipping. Are you even passing?”
There was a long pause.
“No,” he said quietly.
I exhaled sharply. My frustration flared, but I held it in.
“Turn it off,” I said. “Now.”
He hesitated but eventually closed the game. The screen went dark, and so did the room.
I reached for the light switch and flipped it on.
“Bed,” I said, motioning toward it.
Michael sighed, dragged himself out of his chair, and slumped into bed. He looked exhausted.
“This has to stop,” I said firmly. “Starting tomorrow, you’re going to get regular sleep. Even if I have to stand here and make sure of it.”
I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me.
“Mom?”
I glanced back.
“Can I ask you something?” he said. His voice was small.
“Of course,” I said, softening a little.
“Can you… stay with me tonight? Just until I fall asleep?”
I blinked, surprised.
“You’re eighteen,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.
“I know,” he whispered. “It’s just… I don’t want to be alone right now.”
I hesitated. Something in his tone made my chest ache.
“All right,” I said quietly. “But first, tell me what’s been going on. Why are you staying up all night like this?”
Michael shifted under the blanket. His broad shoulders hunched like he was trying to make himself smaller.
“I don’t know,” he said finally. “I guess I just feel like I’m failing.”
His words hit me hard.
“You’re not failing,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re struggling. There’s a difference.”
He let out a dry laugh.
“Doesn’t feel like it,” he muttered. “It feels like no one gets it. Like no one even notices.”
“I notice,” I said softly. I reached out and brushed his hair off his forehead. “I see you, even when you’re hiding behind these games. I see you, Michael.”
His eyes glistened, and he swallowed hard.
“I don’t want to let you down,” he said. “You work so hard, and I’m just… wasting time. Messing everything up.”
Tears burned in my eyes, but I stayed calm.
“You’re not letting me down,” I said. “What would let me down is if you didn’t tell me how you’re feeling. You don’t have to do this alone, sweetheart.”
He looked away, his voice barely audible.
“It’s just… when it gets quiet, I can’t stop thinking. About everything I’ve done wrong. About everything I’m scared of. It’s like my brain won’t shut off.”
I nodded, understanding.
“I get it,” I said. “It’s overwhelming, isn’t it? Like you’re drowning.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, looking at me with wide eyes.
“You’re not the only one who feels this way,” I said. “But we’ll figure this out together, okay? Piece by piece.”
“Okay,” he murmured.
I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“Right now, let’s focus on sleep,” I said. “Tomorrow, we’ll figure out the rest. Deal?”
“Deal,” he said, his voice soft.
I stood, walked to the other side of his bed, and slipped under the covers.
It felt strange lying next to him. But as his breathing slowed and his body relaxed, I felt something shift.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
The following night was similar to the last.
My phone buzzed at 2:30 a.m. this time.
I didn’t need to check to know where the light was coming from. Sliding out of bed, I tied my robe tighter and made my way down the hall.
Michael’s door had the same soft glow spilling out underneath. The same faint sound of keys tapping.
I didn’t knock this time.
When I opened the door, Michael froze mid-keystroke, his wide eyes meeting mine.
“Again?” I said, keeping my voice low but firm.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, reaching for the mouse to close the game.
I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, watching him power everything down.
“Michael,” I said gently, “we talked about this.”
“I know,” he said, slumping in his chair. “I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t.”
“Why not?” I asked.
He shrugged. “The same thing. The thoughts won’t stop. And when they don’t stop, it’s just easier to play games.”
I nodded, trying to figure out how to help him.
“Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” I asked after a moment.
He shook his head. “It’s the same stuff, Mom. School. The future. Feeling like I’m screwing up. I just… I don’t know how to fix it.”
I reached out and squeezed his hand.
“You don’t have to fix it all at once,” I said. “But we have to start somewhere, and staying up all night isn’t helping. You need to give your brain a break.”
He nodded slowly, his shoulders sagging.
“Come on,” I said, patting the bed. “Let’s try again. I’ll stay if you want.”
“Please mom,” he said yawning as I got in beside him my back facing him.
“Try get some sleep honey,” I said as I felt his arm dropped over my waist.
I look over my shoulder, “W-what are you doing.”
“Cuddling it helps me sleep,” I froze for a moment, unsure of what to say.
Michael’s arm rested lightly over my waist, and I could feel the tension in his grip, like he was holding on to something fragile.
“Michael,” I said softly, glancing over my shoulder. “You’re not a little boy anymore. Cuddling me like this… it’s not the same as when you were five.”
“I know,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. “But it helps, Mom. Just for tonight?”
I hesitated. His voice sounded so vulnerable, so raw. He was reaching for comfort in the only way he knew how.
I took a deep breath, reminding myself that he was struggling, that this wasn’t about anything more than needing reassurance.
“Okay,” I said gently. “But just for tonight.”
A week later, it became routine.
Each night, I would climb into bed beside Michael. At first, it felt odd, but I told myself it was temporary—just until he found a healthier way to cope.
But something changed.
Each night, he grew a little bolder.
It started with his arm resting over my waist, like before. Harmless. But then, his hand lingered longer, his grip tightening slightly.
“Michael,” I said one night, my voice low but firm, “this is supposed to help you feel safe, not cross boundaries.”
He looked at me, his eyes wide and almost pleading. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just… it helps me, Mom. I don’t know why.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process it.
“Michael,” I said carefully, “I love you, and I’ll always be here for you. But we need to talk about this. This routine—it’s not normal, and it’s not healthy for either of us.”
His face fell, and I could see the weight of shame settling on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t want to mess things up. I just… I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.”
I reached out and squeezed his hand. “We’ll figure it out together. But starting tomorrow, we’re going to make some changes. You need to learn to handle these feelings more healthily.”
He nodded reluctantly, his eyes glistening. “Okay, Mom. I’ll try.”
That night, I stayed until he fell asleep, but I knew it was the last time.
It was hard to draw that line, but I knew it was necessary. For both of us.
The next night he got even more bolder I was too tired and it was too late. I woke up with intense pleasure as I felt a cock pounding my pussy.
I moaned as I looked over my shoulder, Michael was fucking me from behind.
My mind was still hazy with sleep as I felt his hard, throbbing cock sliding in and out of my aching cunt. The sensation of his bare flesh against mine sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, igniting every nerve ending in its path. I moaned softly, unable to contain my surprise and excitement.
“Michael,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”
He grunted in response, his hips slamming against my ass as he plunged deeper inside of me. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me closer as he claimed me with an intensity that I had never felt before.
I put my hand under the sheets, I felt my panties down just under my ass. He must have pulled them down just enough to put his dick inside me. This is so wrong, fuck.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into the sheets, gripping tight. “Oh fuck, Michael…”
My inner walls fluttered and clenched around his length, drawing him in deeper with each thrust. I was so wet, so ready, and yet my mind was still reeling. How had we gotten here? When had my son become this man, rutting into me like a beast in heat?
“Mom,” he groaned, his voice rough and needy. “Mom, you feel so fucking good. I knew you would…”
I wanted to cry out, to tell him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. He was screwing me like a woman possessed, chasing his pleasure with single-minded determination. And god help me, it felt so fucking good.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been taken like this. Years. Decades. My husband had been a lie, a fraud, and I’d been so broken that I hadn’t even noticed. But now, with my son’s cock battering my cervix, I knew. I understood.
This was what I needed, what I craved.
This was what I needed, what I craved. I’d been living a lie for so long, denying my body’s desperate hunger for a man’s touch. But now, with my own son balls-deep inside me, I could finally admit the truth.
“Oh god, Michael,” I moaned, my head tipping back as he pistoned into my slick channel. “You’re so big. I never knew…fuck, you’re splitting me open.”
He growled in response, his cock pulsing inside my tight, aching cunt. “Gonna…fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up with my seed.”
“No,” I gasped, clenching down around him. “Not yet. I need more. I’ve been numb for so long…please, baby, make me feel alive again.”
Michael’s rhythm faltered for a moment, and I felt a pang of fear that he would stop, that this illicit bliss would be snatched away. But then he was moving again, pounding into me with renewed vigour.
“I’ve got you, Mom,” he promised, his voice strained. “Gonna make you cum so hard. Gonna ruin this pussy for anyone else.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting the inferno building low in my belly. I was close, so fucking close, teetering on the brink of oblivion. All I needed was a little more…
“Michael,” I keened, my fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “I’m gonna…fuck, I’m cumming! Cum with me, baby. Fill me up!”
With a roar, he slammed into me one final time, his cock twitching as he released deep inside my spasming cunt. I felt his hot seed painting my walls, flooding my womb with his potent cum. It triggered my own climax, and I came with a wail, my pussy milking him for every last drop.
We collapsed together, gasping and twitching in the aftermath of our shared pleasure. Michael’s arms came around me, holding me close as he continued to twitch inside me.
“Mom,” he whispered, his breath hot against my neck. “That was…fuck, I never knew.”
I couldn’t form a coherent response, my mind still reeling from the intensity of what we’d just done. What we’d become. I knew I should feel shame, disgust…but all I felt was satisfaction. Completion.
“Shh,” I soothed, stroking his hair. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll figure this out. Together.”
He held me tighter, his softening cock still nestled deep inside me. I knew we’d face judgment and condemnation from the world at large. But at this moment, wrapped in my son’s embrace, I couldn’t find it in myself to care.
All that mattered was this. Us. We’d forged The forbidden bond in the fires of our desperate need.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew one thing with absolute certainty…there would be no going back.