My name is Tom, and I’m 18. Life felt hard. My dad left six months ago for a much younger woman. That already hurt. But now, my mom was acting like a teenager. She’s grown, she’s 44, but she acted like she was half that. It was her life, yes, but it really bothered me.
I always had to do chores. Even before Dad left, I helped a lot. When my older sister went to college, I got more work. I folded all the laundry, making neat piles. I cleaned the bathrooms and kept my own room clean. I also mowed the lawn. Sometimes, I didn’t mind this. Mrs. Gable next door, a pretty lady, would be out in her tiny black swimsuit on sunny Saturdays. She’d lie in the sun, and sometimes, she’d undo her top string. Her skin would be shiny with oil, and the top looked like it might slip off. It felt like she knew I was watching. When this happened, I’d stop mowing and go inside for a bit. But that’s not the main story. My life just felt wrong.
Mom was acting far too young for 47. She dressed like she was 24. She’d go out late with “friends,” come home drunk, and act foolish. Her clothes changed a lot. No more plain work skirts or blouses. Now she wore very short skirts, tight tops, and dresses that clung to every curve. Her shirts were so tight, they showed a lot of her chest. Her breasts, full and shapely, were pushed up, creating a deep, shadows-filled space between them. It was hard not to stare. And her dresses were so short, they ended high up her thighs. She had a striking figure, especially with how tight her clothes were. Even her underwear was tiny. When I folded laundry, I’d see them: small, see-through pieces of lace. One day, she dropped her keys. She bent over, and her very short skirt rode up high. I saw her tiny, almost clear white thong. It revealed almost everything. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was trying to impress at her job.
All of this really got to me. I wasn’t popular at school. People saw me as a bit nerdy. Most Friday nights, I had no dates. I’d had a few girlfriends, but I finished high school without having sex. And soon, I was going to college, still a virgin.
I heard voices from downstairs and got out of bed. Mom coming home at 1 AM on a Friday was normal. But hearing a man fighting with her? That was new. I walked downstairs in just my boxers. I saw a man holding Mom against a wall. He was talking loudly about money.
“You need to pay for the cleaning, otherwise you will have to take my dick do you understand,” the man said. As I got closer, I saw he wasn’t hurting her. He was just keeping her from falling. She was very, very drunk.
“Oh your… dick huh!” Mom mumbled, clearly wasted.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Tooom!” Mom slurred out my name.
“Who the hell are you?” he grunted, not letting go of my mom.
“I live here. She’s my mom. What’s going on?” I stepped closer, trying to sound more confident than I felt. My heart was pounding, a cold sweat breaking out on my back.
“She trashed my cab, kid. Threw up all over the backseat. Said she’d pay for the cleaning, but she’s wasted. Says she doesn’t have cash.” He gestured vaguely at my mom, who just giggled weakly, leaning more heavily against him.
“Oh, it’s just a cab… driver…” Mom slurred, squinting at him. “He’s cute, Tommie, isn’t he? Wants my… my… oh, never mind.” She tried to push herself away from him, stumbling.
“Well he’s not fucking you, how much for the bill,” I said angry.
“Look, kid, I don’t care what you think, I will take my payment in anyway and she is willing,” the driver grunted, finally letting go of Mom, who swayed being giddy laughing her tits nearly spilling out.
“Your not going to do anything, I will pay… How much I went to the living room table and grabbed my wallet.
“It’s a hundred and fifty bucks for a full detail, kid. She really went to town back there,” the driver said, his eyes flicking from my mom’s heaving chest to my face. His tone was dismissive, as if he knew he had the upper hand.
My hand trembled slightly as I pulled out my debit card. “A hundred and fifty? That’s extortion!”
“Take it or leave it, kid. Or maybe your mom wants to work off that debt tonight. She seemed… amenable.” He gave a lewd wink in my mom’s direction. My mother, still swaying, giggled again and reached out a hand to him, almost losing her balance entirely.
I got very angry, I opened my wallet and counted out $150 and gave it to him. Mom spoke up, “spoil sport, you… should have stayed in bed… been a while since I had action.”
The cab driver took the money and smirked at me, his eyes lingering on my mom’s chest before he turned and left. I felt a surge of anger towards him, but I knew I had to stay calm. My mom was still swaying, giggling to herself, and I needed to get her to bed.
“Mom, come on, let’s get you to bed,” I said, trying to sound gentle but firm.
She looked up at me, her eyes unfocused, and smiled. “Tommy, my little boy,” she slurred, reaching out to hug me.
I hugged her back, trying to support her as we made our way to the stairs. She was heavy, and I stumbled slightly, but I managed to get her to her bedroom. I helped her onto the bed, and she collapsed onto the pillows, still giggling. Her legs flopped open and could see her thong barely covering her pussy which cause my cock to stain against my boxers, even though she was wasted she noticed it.
My breath hitched. Her eyes, though glazed with alcohol, were definitely on my crotch. A slow, knowing smile, completely inappropriate for a mother-son moment, spread across her lips. “Oh, Tommie,” she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper that, despite everything, sent a jolt through me. “It looks like someone’s getting excited. Fucking hell it looks ready for action.”
She spread her legs which caused her dress to ride up more. Fuck she looked so good and I so wanted to loose my virginity. “Fuck mom… what… what are you doing.”
“Oh, Tommie,” she purred again, her voice a low, raspy sound that scraped against my nerves. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You’re a big boy now, aren’t you? You know what you want. And you know… mommy knows what you want too.”
“Fuck mom, stop teasing me or…” I stopped myself from speaking. My own dick, rigid and aching, pressed painfully against the thin fabric of my boxers.
“Or what, Tommy?” she then started rubbing between her legs the thong disappearing in her mature snatch. I lost it and got on the bed between her legs.
I couldn’t control myself any longer. My hand reached out to her slick slit, and she let out a low moan as my fingers grazed her wet folds. “Ohh fuck, Tommy,” she purred, her voice thick and low. “Mommy’s so horny. It’s been so long. I need your virgin cock.”
My mind was reeling but my body knew what it wanted. I pressed my fingers into her tight heat, and she bucked her hips, taking them deeper. “Yesss,” she hissed, “Fuck me, baby boy. I’ll make you a man tonight.”
With a grunt, I yanked her thong aside and thrust into her with one hard push. She was so tight, her velvety walls gripping me. “Ohh god, Tommy, yes!” she wailed, undulating her hips. “Your cock feels so good in mommy’s pussy.”
I looked down between her legs, I couldn’t believe my own dick was pumping in and out my moms vagina. My first real pussy was my moms pussy. Fuck it felt good.
“Yes, Tommy, fuck me!” she cried, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. “Pound mommy’s pussy with your big, hard cock!” Her nails raked down my back as she urged me on.
I picked up the pace, slamming into her with abandon. The bed creaked and groaned as I rutted into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust, the tops spilling out of her low-cut dress. I reached out to grope them, kneading the soft flesh.
I couldn’t believe I was finally inside a woman, and that woman was my own mother. As my cock stretched her tight pussy walls, I felt a rush of excitement and guilt all at once. My hand groped her heavy, pillowy tits as they bounced with every thrust. I pinched and tugged on her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. “Ohh Tommy, yes!” she moaned, arching her back. “Play with mommy’s big tits while you fuck me! Make me feel good!”
Her dirty words spurred me on. I ripped open her dress, popping the buttons in my haste. Her tits sprang free, jiggling obscenely. I buried my face between them, motorboating her cleavage before latching onto a nipple. I sucked hard, nibbling the sensitive nub.
“Ooohh, baby!” She cried, threading her fingers through my hair. “Suck on mommy’s titties! Suck them like a good boy!”
As I feasted on her tits, my hips never stopped pumping. My cock pistoned in and out of her sopping cunt, your thick shaft spreading her open. Her pussy squeezed me like a vice, wet and hot around me. Lewd squelching noises filled the room as I fucked her harder and deeper.
“Yes, Tommy, just like that!” she urged, her voice slurred with lust. “Fuck mommy’s pussy! Don’t stop fucking me with that big cock!”
As my shaft plunged into my mother’s sopping wet pussy, I lost myself in the sensation, my mind reeling from the reality of finally having sex for the first time… with my own mother! Her hot, tight walls squeezed my cock with each thrust as I rutted into her harder and faster. The bed groaned and creaked under us, springs coiling tighter. I couldn’t believe this was really happening.
My hand groped her heavy, pillowy tits as they bounced obscenely with every hard pump of my cock. I pinched and tugged on her stiff nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. “Ohh Tommy, yes!” she moaned, arching her back. “Play with mommy’s big tits while you fuck me! Make me feel good!”
Her dirty words spurred me on. I ripped open her dress, popping the buttons in my haste. Her tits sprang free, jiggling lewdly. I buried my face between them, motorboating her cleavage before latching onto a nipple. I sucked hard, nibbling the sensitive nub.
“Ooohh, baby!” She cried, threading her fingers through my hair. “Suck on mommy’s titties! Suck them like a good boy!”
I felt a rush of guilt as I feasted on her tits, knowing this was so wrong. And yet, my body knew what it wanted. As I worshipped her large, milky breasts, my hips never stopped pumping. My cock pistoned in and out of her sopping, tight cunt, your thick shaft spreading her open. Her pussy squeezed me like a vice, wet and hot around my virgin cock. Lewd squelching noises filled the room as I fucked her harder and deeper.
“Yes, Tommy, just like that!” she urged, her voice slurred with lust. “Fuck mommy’s pussy! Don’t stop fucking me with that big cock!”
I could feel my balls tightening, my climax approaching fast. My mother’s pussy felt too good, milking my shaft with each thrust. “Mom Unnghh, fuck… I’m gonna cum!” I grunted, hips stuttering.
“Yes, baby!” she cried, locking her ankles behind my back. “Cum for mommy! Fill me up! Give me your virgin load!”
With a last few erratic pumps, I buried myself to the hilt inside her. My cock swelled and pulsed as I shot stream after stream of thick, hot cum deep into her unprotected womb. “Aaahh fuuuck!” I groaned, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
“Ooohh yesss!” my mom wailed, her pussy clenching around me as she came hard. “I can feel you cumming, Tommy! So much cum! Pump mommy’s tummy full!”
I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and sweating. My softening cock slipped out of her with a wet sound. A trickle of my seed leaked out of her fucked-out hole. I didn’t move, my mind reeling. What had we just done?
As I lay there in a daze, my mother stroked my hair tenderly. “Mmm, that was incredible, baby,” she purred. “Mommy’s so proud of you. You’re a man now.” She kissed my forehead softly.
I closed my eyes, trying to process everything. My first time had been with my own mother. I didn’t know how to feel. Guilty, ashamed… but also elated, sated. I had finally lost my virginity. And my mom’s pussy had felt amazing around my cock.
As I drifted off to sleep in my mother’s arms, I knew things would never be the same. But I also knew that this had only been the beginning. Now that I had a taste of my mom’s forbidden fruit, I would crave it again and again. Our sick, secret affair was just beginning…