The knock came at dawn—not a knock, really, but a hammering, like someone was trying to break the door down.
I stumbled out of bed, my bare feet flinching against the cold hardwood. The hallway light flickered as I grabbed my robe, the one Danny had rolled his eyes at last Christmas. “Mum, it’s got holes in it.”
I should’ve known then.
The pounding didn’t stop.
When I wrenched the door open, Carol stood there, wild and unravelled. Her auburn hair was a mess, her gray tracksuit wrinkled, as if she’d slept in it—or hadn’t slept at all. Her lips were chapped, her knuckles white where they gripped the doorframe.
And her eyes—God, her eyes were furious.
“Sarah,” she hissed. “Your son. Your fucking son.”
My stomach twisted. “Danny? What—”
“Pregnant.” The word was a blade. “My daughter’s pregnant.”
The air left my lungs.
Danny? My Danny—who still left his shoes in the hallway, who played FIFA until 2 a.m., who couldn’t even remember to take out the bins—had gotten someone pregnant?
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, he wouldn’t—”
Carol let out a laugh, sharp and broken. “Wouldn’t he? Ask him about the block party. Ask him what happened in my goddamn kitchen while my husband was passed out on the patio.”
The memory hit me like a fist.
The block party.
Three weeks ago. The entire street had been there—grills smoking, music thumping, cheap wine flowing. Danny had been in high spirits, laughing too loud, his cheeks flushed from beer. I’d lost track of him after midnight.
When he came home at 3 a.m., his shirt was wrinkled, his hair mussed. He’d smelled like sweat and perfume—something floral, expensive.
“Where were you?” I’d asked.
“Just helping Carol clean up,” he’d said, flashing that smirk. “She was wasted.”
I’d rolled my eyes. Now, the truth curdled in my gut.
Carol’s voice dragged me back. “She’s eighteen, Sarah. Your son is eighteen. My daughter is eighteen. And now she’s sobbing in my lap because he told her he loved her while he was still fucking me.”
Her words hung in the air, rancid.
I swayed, gripping the doorframe.
Danny and Carol?
Danny and her daughter?
The math was sickening.
Carol wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I should’ve stopped it. I know that. But he—” Her voice cracked. “He looked at me like I was beautiful. Like I wasn’t just some middle-aged housewife. Then we had sex. But I didn’t know he was knocking my daughter off at this same fucking time.”
A sob tore from her throat.
For a second, I almost pitied her.
Then she straightened, her face hardening. “But this? My daughter? That’s unforgivable.”
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.
Carol turned to leave, then paused. “Oh, and Sarah?” She glanced back, her smile venomous. “Ask him where he was last Tuesday. Ask him about Jenna from number twelve.”
Then she was gone, her footsteps crunching on the gravel.
I stood there, numb.
Then I turned and walked upstairs.
Danny’s door was cracked open. The smell of cheap cologne and sex hit me before I even stepped inside.
He was sprawled on his bed, shirtless, one arm slung over his face.
“Mum?” He groaned, squinting against the light. “What the hell—”
I didn’t say a word.
Just picked up the crumpled condom wrapper from his nightstand and held it up.
His face went pale.
“Get dressed,” I said, my voice eerily calm. “We’re going for a drive.”
The drive was silent, heavy, choked with unspoken accusations. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional click of the turn signal. Danny sat hunched in the passenger seat, staring out the window, his face still pale. He hadn’t said a word since I’d held up that crumpled wrapper. Not a peep. Was he scared? Ashamed? Or just annoyed I’d ruined his morning lie-in? I couldn’t tell. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles ached.
Where were we going? I didn’t even know. Just away. Away from the house, away from the neighbors, away from Carol’s phantom voice still echoing in my head. Pregnant. My daughter’s pregnant. And then, He told her he loved her while he was still fucking me. The words kept looping, a sick, twisted mantra.
I pulled into the parking lot of the nature preserve, the one with the big walking trails and the quiet pond. It was early, so there was no one around. Perfect. No witnesses for the meltdown I felt brewing.
I cut the engine. The sudden silence was deafening.
Danny still didn’t look at me. “Mum, can we just go home?” His voice was a pathetic mumble.
“No, we can’t, Danny.” My voice was flat, devoid of any warmth. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me everything.”
He finally turned, his eyes darting to my face then quickly away. “Everything about what?”
“Don’t you dare play dumb with me, young man.” My voice rose, a tremor in it I couldn’t control. “Carol was at the door. At dawn. Screaming. She said her daughter is pregnant.”
His jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to disappear, to shrink right into that seat. “Oh.” That was all he said. Oh. Like it was a minor inconvenience, like he’d forgotten to take out the bins again.
“Oh?” I practically hissed. My body was shaking. “That’s all you have to say? Someone’s life is about to change forever, and all you can say is ‘oh’?”
He ran a hand through his already messy hair. “Look, Mum, it was… complicated.”
“Complicated? A pregnant teenager is ‘complicated’?” I scoffed. “Danny, what did you do?”
He mumbled something.
“Speak up!”
“I… I don’t know, okay?” He finally looked at me, his eyes wide. “It just happened. We were at the party, and… things got out of hand.”
“Things got out of hand?” I leaned in, my face inches from his. “I know your young and have needs. Why couldn’t you put someone on the end of it. For fuck sake Danny. I am taking you away for the weekend to the cabin and sort those hormones out and please control yourself.”
The engine’s growl filled the silence between us. Danny sat coiled in the passenger seat, his restless fingers tapping against his bare knee—the same nervous rhythm he’d had since childhood. Morning light cut across his face, catching the faint acne scars along his jaw. Eighteen years old.
Eighteen years old and already two lives ruined.
My grip on the wheel threatened to crack the leather. “Look at me.”
He stared resolutely at the passing hedgerows.
I yanked the wheel left, sending us skidding onto the gravel shoulder. The seatbelt locked with a sickening thunk against his chest. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!“
When he turned, I saw it—that same wide-eyed panic from when he was eight and I caught him trying to smoke stolen cigarettes behind the shed. But this wasn’t childhood mischief.
“Start talking,” I said through clenched teeth. “Or I’ll take you to Carol’s husband and let him extract the truth with his fucking golf clubs.”
Danny’s throat worked. “Mum, it’s not—”
“Carol. Her daughter. Both?“
A muscle twitched in his cheek. “…Yeah.”
The word landed like a brick to the sternum. Some pathetic part of me had still hoped—
“When?”
“Block party for Carol.” His gaze dropped to the footwell. “Liza was… later.”
“How much later?”
“Six days.”
The math made my vision swim. He’d bedded a married neighbor, then her daughter before the sheets had even gone cold.
And he sat there picking at a hangnail like we were discussing weekend plans.
A hysterical laugh clawed up my throat. “You absolute disaster of a human being.”
He shrugged. Actually shrugged. “We were careful. Mostly.”
“Mostly?! She’s carrying your child, you little shit!”
“Not my fault she lied about her implant!”
The dashboard clock ticked. 7:23 AM. Somewhere in our neighbourhood, Carol’s daughter was probably vomiting into a toilet bowl while Carol herself chain-smoked through another pack of Benson & Hedges. And my son? Deep down I was jealous he was getting the action I have been dry down between my legs for years. Fuck I could do with a really good seeing to.
My son was worrying his bottom lip like he was deciding what to order at Nando’s.
I wrenched the car around, tires screaming.
“Where—”
“Cabin. Now.” I slapped his wandering hand away from his pocket. “And give me your fucking phone.”
His protest died at my expression. The device hit my palm like a grenade.
Danny slumped lower. “You don’t get it. Carol pounced on me. Liza begged for it. Why’s this my fault?”
The audacity stole my breath.
As we merged onto the A-road, I watched his reflection in the windshield—how his fingers twitched toward his absent phone, how his eyes darted to every passing car like he might bolt.
Somewhere behind us, lives were fracturing.
And my son?
He picked at his seatbelt like it was the only thing inconveniencing him. “But mum there are no girls out here, what can I do for fun.”
The question hung in the air like the blade of a guillotine. He also kept looking at my cleavage. He couldn’t stop looking at my tits. “Hey I am your mum. Fun? this is the reason we are out here Danny, to get you away from the FUN as you call it.”
I slammed the car into park and turned to face him, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. “Listen to me, Danny,” I growled, my voice low and deadly calm. “This isn’t about fun. This isn’t about you and your dick and your ‘needs’. This is about responsibility. This is about the lives you’ve ruined with your selfish, irresponsible actions.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t look away. “Selfish? I didn’t plan this, Mum. It just… happened. We are both 18 and… Carol she’s in her 50’s and she was all over me.”
I glared at him, my voice rising to a shout. “Don’t you dare try to shift the blame! Carol’s a grown woman who made her own choices, just like you did. And now Liza’s paying the price for your ‘accident’. A baby, Danny! Do you have any idea what that means for her life?” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I swear to god I need a drink a really stiff one after today.”
His eyes changed and smirked, “A stiff one. I bet you do, you might ‘loosen up’ with a stiff one.”
I nearly smiled at his ‘stiff one’ joke, I knew what he meant. Damn, my boy as sex on his mind 24/7 I never knew how bad it was. He was staring at my chest yet again.
The audacity of the boy! My blood ran hot. “Oi!” I barked, slapping his hand away from my chest. “Get your sick mind out of the gutter!”
He sat back, a sheepish grin struggling to form on his face. “Mum, relax,” he said, his voice a pathetic attempt at nonchalance. “You know I was just saying…”
“Just saying?” I cut him off, my breath catching in my throat. Just saying? I caught him adjusting his crotch. “Does everything have to be about sex with you.” Maybe this was a wrong idea being out in the middle of no where. Sure I am his mum, but he’s an hormonal time bomb with a severe high sex drive and doesn’t help me wearing this low cut dress. But not just being a loving mum but being a woman. Shit, should I even be alone with him.
“I swear on your life, Danny,” I hissed, leaning in close and letting my voice drip with venom, “if you keep staring at my tits…” I paused, my breath steaming in the cool morning air. As we went into the cabin accidentally dropping the car keys.
“Just… give me a chance to explain, Mum.” His voice was barely a whisper and again staring at my tits as I bent over to pick the car keys up. The thing with Danny is, he was a little charmer, even being his mum was I even safe here alone with a horned up alpha male.
Later that night I had a hot shower, dried off and realised I didn’t bring any clean underwear, ‘shit’. I just put on my nightie, I had nothing on underneath. I grabbed a bottle of whisky and entered the lounge where Danny was drinking beers.
He looked up, a flicker of something in his eyes I couldn’t quite place – surprise, maybe? Apprehension? Definitely arousal. “Evening, Mum,” he said, taking another swig of his beer. “The cabin’s pretty cosy, huh?”
I slumped into the armchair opposite him, idly swirling the amber liquid in the glass. The whole situation with Carol and Liza, with both of them involved with my son, was just too much. I needed a drink, hell, I needed a drink.
“Cosy,” I echoed, my voice shaky. “It’s certainly… quiet.”
Few hours later I was very tipsy.
Danny was sprawled on the sofa, flicking through channels on the ancient TV. He’d switched it to some football match, the commentary booming through the cabin, loud enough to rattle the windows. I’d already finished my bottle of whisky, the warmth spreading through my limbs, dulling the edges of my anger.
“You alright, Mum?” Danny asked, his gaze lingering on me and then quickly darting away. “Your eyes look red.”
I shrugged, forcing a smile. “Just a bit tired. Been a long day.” Tired of everything, really. Tired of Danny and his irresponsible ways, tired of Carol’s hysterics, tired of feeling like the world had tilted on its axis. He then started to stare at the hem of my nightie and he was unknowingly rubbing his crotch.
He then tilted his head. Wait was her trying to look up my nightie, I had no knickers on I had to be careful. “Danny, what are you looking at.”
He flinched, blinking rapidly as if caught red-handed. “N-nothing,” he stammered, looking away, but his eyes lingered a beat too long on the curve of my thighs.
“Nothing?” I laughed, a short, brittle sound that echoed uncomfortably in the stillness of the cabin. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that? Trying to look up my nightie.”
His cheeks flushed, a deep crimson that spread across his neck and ears. He cleared his throat, the sound thick and awkward. “I, uh, just wanted to see… if it was comfy. You know, since you’re kind of all bundled up… I thought I saw a bit of your… vag. Why are you not wearing knickers.” His words trailed off, his gaze dropping to my feet.
“What?” I said, my voice sharper than intended. I held his gaze for a beat, my chest tightening. I can’t believe he got a glimpse of my… fanny.
“Danny,” I said, my voice low and warning. “You shouldn’t be looking at your mother like that.” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I-I’m sorry,” he stammered, but his gaze remained fixed on the junction of my thighs. “It’s just… you’re so… fucking beautiful. I can’t get sex out of my head.”
“Danny,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the roar of the football match. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” he challenged, his eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desire. “It’s true. You’re gorgeous, Mum. Any man would be lucky to have you.” Any man… but not your son?
“You’re drunk,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper, his crotch was tenting high. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Danny’s eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying. “Maybe a little but you are to mum.”
“You’re my son,” I managed finally, my voice trembling. “You shouldn’t… you can’t…” But even as the words left my lips, I felt their emptiness. Because the truth was, Danny wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was a man—a handsome, virile man with desires and needs.
Danny’s eyes darkened, his gaze intense and unwavering. “I’m not a little boy anymore, Mum,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m a man. And I know exactly what I want.”
“What do you want, Danny?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. I knew I shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t encourage him, but I couldn’t help myself. The alcohol coursing through my veins loosened my inhibitions, making me bold and reckless.
Danny’s eyes locked onto mine, a fierce intensity burning in their depths. “You know exactly what I want, Mum,” he said, as he shift his gaze at the bottom of my nightie at the area of interest.
“NO… I know what you want you dirty little… We are not fucking.” I said angry but then I kept seeing images in my head of his cock. I shook my head No Sarah don’t.
Danny’s gaze snapped back to my face, a flash of hurt crossing his features before it was replaced by a stubborn set to his jaw. “Why not?” he demanded, his voice rising. “Because I’m your son? Newsflash, Mum – I’m also a man with needs. I need to get rid of my boner some how.”
He stood up abruptly, his erection straining against his jeans. “I can’t take this anymore,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.
I stared at him, my mouth dry, my heart pounding in my chest. The cabin suddenly felt too small, the air too thick. Danny’s words echoed in my ears -“I’m also a man with needs.” I knew I should stop this, should put an end to it right now, but I was frozen, paralyzed by a mix of shock and something else, something dark and forbidden. Danny took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
“You’re my mum,” he said again, but this time there was a hint of desperation in his voice. “You’re supposed to take care of me. You’re supposed to… help me.”
His hand reached out, hovering just above my thigh. I could feel the heat of his touch even through the thin fabric of my nightie. “Please,” he whispered, his voice cracking. His hand between my legs as he rubbed my nightie into the slit of my vagina, “I need you.”
Danny’s fingers pressed against my slit through the thin fabric of my nightie, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Danny, stop, ahhh.” I whispered, but there was no conviction in my voice. His touch felt too good, too right. He ignored me, his fingers moving in slow circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. I could feel myself growing wet, the dampness spreading across the fabric.
“Shh,” he murmured, leaning in close. “Just let me take care of you.”
His other hand slid up my thigh, pushing the hem of my nightie higher and higher until it bunched around my waist. I knew I should push him away, should tell him to stop this madness, but I couldn’t find the words. All I could do was pant and moan as his fingers explored my most intimate places.
Danny’s fingers pressed against my bare folds, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“Danny, we can’t…”I protested weakly, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
“Shh,” he murmured again, his breath hot against my ear. “Just relax, Mum.” His fingers slid deeper, stroking my inner walls with expert precision. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as he found that sensitive spot deep inside.
His other hand gripped my hip possessively, holding me in place as he worked his fingers in and out of me. The sound of wet flesh filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths.
Danny’s thumb circled my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me see stars. “Fuck,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Danny, please…”
“What do you need, Mum? You want my dick don’t you? I want your legs other each shoulder while I am fucking you in this chair.”
Danny’s words hung heavy in the air, a dangerous proposition that sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I should refuse, should push him away and put an end to this madness, but the ache between my legs was too insistent, too demanding. I needed release, and Danny was offering it on a silver platter.
“Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I want your dick.”
A wicked grin spread across Danny’s face as he pulled his fingers from my dripping core. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “I want your dick,” I repeated louder, emboldened by the alcohol coursing through my veins. “I want you to fuck me in this chair.”
Danny’s eyes darkened with desire as he quickly shed his clothes, revealing his toned body and impressive erection. He stepped closer, his hand gripping the back of the chair as he positioned himself between my spread legs. He put each of my legs over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against my labia.
Danny’s eyes locked onto mine, a fierce intensity burning in their depths as he slowly pushed his thick cock into my tight, wet hole. I gasped as he stretched me open, my body resisting the intrusion before giving way to his insistent pressure.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his jaw clenched as he bottomed out inside me. “Danny,” I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. He felt so big, so deep. I could feel every ridge and vein of his shaft pulsing against my inner walls. “You’re so big.”
Danny’s eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. The chair creaked and groaned under the force of his movements, the sound mixing with our laboured breaths and the wet slap of flesh against flesh. “Oh fuck… I can’t believe I let you talk me into letting… ahhhh you fuck me.”
Danny’s hips snapped forward, driving his thick cock deeper into my welcoming heat. Icried out, my head falling back against the chair as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He felt so good, filling me up in a way I hadn’t experienced in years.
“God, Mum,” he groaned, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he kept hammering his cock in and out my mature cunt. “I wanna suck your tits.”
I moaned loudly as Danny’s hips slammed into mine, his thick cock stretching me wide open. “Oh god, Danny! Fuck me harder!” I cried out, my nails digging into his back. He pushed my nightie further up.
Danny’s hands reached up, grabbing the cups of my nightie and yanking them down, exposing my heavy breasts to the cool air. He dove down, capturing one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. I arched my back, pressing myself against him as he feasted on my tits. His hips never slowed, his cock pistoning in and out of me at a furious pace.
“Yes, yes!” I screamed, my orgasm building rapidly. “Fuck me with that big dick!”
Danny’s hips slammed into me, his thick cock hitting my cervix with each thrust.”Fuck, Mum, you’re so tight,”he groaned against my breast.”I’m gonna fill you up with my cum.”
“Yes, Danny!” I screamed, my nails raking down his back. “Give it to me!” Danny’s movements became erratic, his thrusts growing harder and faster as he chased his release. I could feel him swelling inside me, stretching me even wider.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” he roared, burying himself balls deep as he came.
I felt the first jet of hot cum splash against my cervix, triggering my own explosive orgasm. “OH MY GOD!” I screamed, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
Danny collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, our sweat-slicked bodies pressed together intimately. The cabin was filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths and the wet, squelching noises of Danny’s cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy.
“Holy shit,” Danny muttered, lifting his head to look at me with dazed eyes. “That was…fucking incredible.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, a slightly hysterical sound that bordered on tears. “Danny, what have we done?” I whispered, my hands trembling as I pushed him off me and straightened my nightie. Danny rolled onto his back, a satisfied grin on his face.
“Something amazing,” he said, stretching languidly. “And something I plan on doing again.” I stared at him in disbelief, my mind reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.