I stand in front of the mirror, adjusting my robe as I gaze at my reflection. It’s a typical Friday morning, and I’m already feeling the weight of the day ahead. As a widow in my 40s, I’ve grown accustomed to the quiet solitude of my life, but it’s not without its challenges. My son, Adam, is 18 now, and it seems like just yesterday he was a gangly teenager, full of energy and curiosity. Nowadays, he’s more interested in going out with his friends, drinking, and exploring his newfound independence.
I sigh, feeling a pang of worry as I think about Adam’s recent behavior. He’s been staying out late, often not coming home until the early hours of the morning. I’ve tried talking to him about it, but he just shrugs it off, saying he’s fine and that I should trust him. But as his mother, it’s hard not to worry. I remember the countless nights I spent waiting up for his father, worrying about his safety, and now it seems like history is repeating itself.
As I continue to get ready for the day, I catch glimpses of myself in the mirror. My curves are still generous, my breasts full and round, but my eyes seem to hold a perpetual sadness. It’s been years since my husband passed away, and I’ve found it difficult to connect with anyone since then. I’ve tried dating, but it’s never seemed to work out. Either the men are too interested in my physical appearance or they’re intimidated by my independence. I’ve started to feel like I’m stuck in a rut, unsure of how to move forward.
The rest of the day passes in a blur of household chores and errands. I try to keep myself busy, but my mind keeps wandering back to Adam. I wonder what he’s up to, who he’s with, and whether he’s safe. I’ve tried calling him, but he just sends me brief texts, reassuring me that he’s fine.
As the evening wears on, I find myself growing more and more anxious. It’s 10 pm, and Adam still isn’t home. I’ve tried watching TV, reading a book, but nothing seems to distract me from the gnawing feeling of worry. I pace back and forth in the living room, feeling like a caged animal.
As the clock strikes 11:45 pm, I realize that Adam is still not home. I’m starting to feel a sense of unease, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. I try to push the thoughts away, telling myself that he’s probably just lost track of time, but it’s hard to shake off the feeling of dread.
I decide to take a shower, hoping that the warm water will calm my nerves. As I step under the spray, I feel a sense of relaxation wash over me. I take my time, washing my hair and body, feeling the tension melt away.
After my shower, I get changed into my black underwear, bra and panties, and a clean new short nightie with a very dipping neckline that I got off Amazon. The soft fabric feels luxurious against my skin, and I feel a sense of comfort as I slip into bed.
Or at least, I meant to go to bed. Instead, I find myself sitting on top of the covers, reading a book. The words blur together on the page as my eyes grow heavy, and I feel myself slowly laying down. My legs flop open as I fall asleep, and I’m vaguely aware of my nightie riding up, exposing my panties.
But only to be shocked…
I awoke slowly, a strange tingling sensation spreading through my body. As I drifted closer to consciousness, I realized with a jolt that I was being penetrated, a firm length stroking deep inside me. My eyes flew open in shock to see my own son Adam straddling my hips, face twisted in concentration as he thrust rhythmically into my most private place.
“Oh god, Mom…” Adam groaned, not slowing his movements. “You feel so fucking good. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I tried to speak, my voice emerging as a hoarse whisper. “Adam, what are you doing? Stop this, right now!”
He didn’t listen, just kept hammering into my unprotected sex. I could feel his thick shaft stretching me open, dragging against my sensitive walls with each deep stroke. The wet sound of skin slapping lewdly against skin filled the bedroom.
Looking down, I saw my panties stretched obscenely to the side, the flimsy fabric rubbing against his pumping cock. A shocked moan escaped me at the illicit sight. I was horrified and yet, traitorously, my body was responding. Being taken by my own offspring was so utterly wrong but felt so intense, so good. One of my boobs were out of the top of my nightie, so it looks like he took one out of my bra to play with.
“Shh, just relax Mom,” Jamie panted. “Let me make you feel good. I’ll take care of you.”
His hands gripped my hips as he pounded into my sopping cunt harder, grunting with exertion. I could only lay there in stunned silence as he used my body, impaling me on his rigid manhood over and over. Drool leaked from the corner of his slack mouth, eyes glazed with lust.
As the initial shock faded, I started to really feel the sensations. The delicious stretch of his girth, the obscene friction, the filthy squelch of my dripping sex. My nipples pebbled into hard nubs, pussy clenching needily around the invading cock. I was getting wetter by the second, my juices seeping out around him.
“Oh fuck,” I heard myself moan, lost to the pleasure. “Can’t believe your fucking me, you dirty bastard. Fuck… You’re so deep… Ah. You shouldn’t be fucking me.”
“Oh fuck, sorry I helped myself,” Jamie gasped, sweat beading on his brow. “I am just so horny and saw you laid out with your legs flopped open. Easy invitation.”
My mind reeled, trying to process. My own son, taking me like it was his right! Claiming me, using my body for his pleasure. The bed springs squeaked underneath us as he continued to rut me with his cock.
Jamie increased his brutal pace, breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he chased his looming release. The headboard slammed against the wall with the force of his thrusts. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that my own flesh and blood was fucking me senseless.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum,” Jamie grunted. “I’m gonna fill you with my hot load. You want that? Want me to breed this naughty pussy?”
“No, wait!” I cried out, but it was too late. With a final animalistic slam of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt and started to unload. I felt his cock pulse and throb as he emptied his heavy balls deep inside me.
Thick spurts of cum flooded my channel, painting my walls white. It was so warm, so much of it. I could feel it sloshing around as Jamie’s softening dick plugged me up. He collapsed on top of me, hips still twitching with aftershocks.
We laid there panting for several long moments, his weight pressing me into the mattress. My mind reeled, trying to process what had just transpired. I’d let my own son use me, cum inside me. I was a monster. A vile, incestuous slut.
But as I felt a dribble of seed leak out around his cock, a dark thrill went through me. How much he’d filled me up… I was marked as his now, claimed and owned. My body still tingled with illicit pleasure.
Slowly, Jamie pulled out with a wet sound. I watched him tuck himself away, not bothering with a condom. He smirked down at my fucked out hole, a possessive glint in his eyes.
“Thanks Mom. That was amazing. I knew you’d love my cock.”
“Get the fuck out,” I hissed, straightening my panties with shaking hands. “We’ll talk about this in the morning when you’re sober. You perverted little shit.”
“You loved it, I try last longer next time, saves me using my fleshlight when your just laid there.” He chuckled as he stumbled out, leaving me reeling.
“Loved it, I didn’t even ask for it your disgusting, fuck off,” I said angry covering myself. “And what you mean next.”
I laid there, cum seeping into the sheets beneath me. It had been years since I’d been taken like that, fucked so thoroughly. But it should have been with someone else, anyone not my own son. How could I face him now, knowing how he’d used me?
Deep down though, a shameful part of me tingled with dark desire. The forbidden thrill, the taboo pleasure… I shuddered, hating how much I’d loved it. Hating that I wanted more.
The next morning, I woke with a knot in my stomach, my head thumping from a mix of guilt and confusion. The sunlight peeked through the curtains, reminding me of the daylight world that didn’t share the dark secrets of the night. I pulled myself out of bed, feeling the sticky reminder of last night’s taboo pleasure between my thighs. I couldn’t believe what had happened – my own son had taken me, and despite my protests, a part of me had craved it.
I heard the shower start up, water hitting tiles in a rhythmic splat. Adam was in there, washing away the evidence, yet I could still smell his musky scent on my skin, a constant reminder. I needed to set things straight, to clear the air before it suffocated us both.
As I waited for him, my fingers trembled as they clutched my robe tightly, trying to hold on to the decency I thought I’d lost. When the bathroom door creaked open, and steam billowed out, Adam emerged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face, his damp hair sticking up in all directions.
“Morning, Mom,” he said, his voice a little too casual for what had passed between us.
I took a breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “Adam, sit down. We need to talk. Now.”
He sauntered over, towel wrapped around his waist, still dripping water that left little puddles on the floor. “Alright, Mom, what’s up?”
“YOU crossed a line last night. A really, really bad one,” I said, my eyes stern, my heart racing. “You can’t just… take your mother like that. It’s not right, Adam. I can’t believe your acting like its normal to fuck your mom and I can’t believe you even had the balls to do it.”
“You liked it didn’t you, and speaking of balls you loved it when I pounded you balls deep. You was moaning a lot.” He smirked folding his arms as he looked at my cleavage.
I fixed Adam with a stern glare, trying to suppress the shiver that ran through me at the brazen memory. “Adam, this isn’t a joke. What happened last night… it’s not something we can just brush off. It’s wrong, deeply wrong. You’re my son, and I’m your mother. We can’t go down that road again.”
“Well, I can’t promise it won’t happen again. As every time I drink it sends me crazy,” he said and still not taking his eyes off of my tits.
“Adam, look at me, not at my chest,” I commanded, trying to keep my voice hard, though my heart hammered against my ribs. “This isn’t about desire or being drunk. It’s about respect and boundaries. You need to understand what you’ve done.”
He lifted his gaze, a flicker of mischief still dancing in his eyes. “Alright Mom, I’m listening. But you’ve got to admit, you didn’t push me off when you could’ve.”
I felt a blush of shame creep up my neck, my anger flaring. “That’s not the point! I was asleep, vulnerable, and you took advantage. You can’t just stick your dick in your mom because she’s lying there with her legs open.”
After saying that to him he hid is crotch, “don’t put the image in my head again mom, making me hard again. You still damp down there…”
I cut him off sharply, my annoyance boiling over. “Adam, stop it! Don’t you dare speak about your own mother’s… parts like that. We’re having a serious conversation here, so stop thinking about your damn dick all the time. Let’s just forget about it.”
I went to wash a cup at the sink and I felt his hands on my hips as he stood right behind me.
“Adam, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Adam’s hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me back against him. I could feel his hardness pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of my robe. “Mom, I can’t forget about it,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I want you too much.”
I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. “Adam, stop this. It’s wrong,” I protested weakly, my body betraying me as a shiver of desire ran through me.
He nuzzled into my neck, his lips brushing against my skin. “It doesn’t feel wrong, Mom. It feels so right,” he whispered, his hands sliding up under my robe to cup my breasts.
I gasped as his fingers found my nipples, already hard and sensitive. “Adam, please…” I moaned, my resistance crumbling. I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt for my own son.
“I am so tempted to lean you over this sink and fuck you from behind so badly,” he said squeezing one of my tits.
As my son’s hands groped my breasts and his hard cock pressed insistently against my ass, I felt my resolve weakening. The forbidden thrill of being desired by my own flesh and blood was overwhelming, and my body was responding despite my misgivings.
“Mom, I want you so fucking bad,” Adam growled, his lips brushing against my neck. I slowly started to lean over the sink, I heard his zipper go down and he lifted my nightie to my waist. I held it up for him as he slid my panties down slightly leaving just enough room for his cock. Shit my son was about to doggystyle fuck me.
I felt Adam’s hard cock pressing against my entrance, the tip already slick with pre-cum. He rubbed it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices before slowly pushing inside. I gasped as he filled me, stretching me open with his thick length.
“Fuck, Mom, you’re so tight,” Adam groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move. He pulled out slowly before slamming back in, setting a steady rhythm.
I braced myself against the sink, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold back my moans. But it was no use, the pleasure was too intense. “Oh god, Adam,” I whimpered, my hips bucking back to meet his thrusts.
“If I was you mom I would hold on for life on to this sink as I am going to pound you hard, get ready.” He held my hips tighter and really started to stuff me hard with his thick member.
As Adam pounded into me, his cock hitting depths I’d never felt before, I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. “Oh fuck, Adam! Yes, just like that!” I moaned, my body shaking with each powerful thrust.
His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed into me, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the kitchen. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder and harder.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum soon,” Adam grunted, his hips moving faster.
“N-no not yet, oh fuck. You’ve not long started ahh fuck, slow down take your time. Pleasure me,” I demanded as I wanted him to keep fucking me.
He groaned but obliged, slowing his pace to a more sensual rhythm. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my curves as he thrust into me. I could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched me, filled me.
“Mmm, that’s better,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “You feel so good inside me, baby. I shouldn’t be letting you do this to me, but fuck it, fuck me.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he picked up the pace slightly. “You’re so fucking tight, Mom. I love being inside you.”
I gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, my eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Oh god, Adam. Just like that. Don’t stop.”
“Unghh Mmmph… fuck,” he grunted as he slowly picked up speed as his hips slapped loudly against my ass.
I moaned loudly as Adam picked up the pace, his cock slamming into me with increasing force. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the kitchen, mingling with my wanton cries of pleasure. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft as he fucked me harder and harder.
“Oh fuck, Adam! Yes, just like that!” I cried out, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the edge of the sink. “Don’t stop, baby. Make me cum on your big cock.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pounded into me. “Fuck, Mom. You’re so tight. I’m not gonna last much longer.”
I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, his balls slapping against my clit with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, my body shaking with the force of my impending orgasm.
“Cum for me, baby,” I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. “Fill your mommy’s pussy with your hot cum.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Adam buried himself deep inside me and let out a guttural groan. I felt his cock pulse as he released, his hot seed flooding my pussy. The sensation sent me over the edge, my own orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.
“Oh god, Adam!” I screamed, my body convulsing with pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes!”
We stayed like that for a moment, panting and trembling as we rode out the aftershocks of our intense orgasms. Finally, Adam pulled out, his softening cock slipping from my well-fucked pussy with a wet sound.
I stood up straight, my legs shaking as I turned to face him. He looked at me with a satisfied smirk, his eyes roaming over my dishevelled appearance.
“Wow, Mom. That was amazing,” he said, tucking himself back into his pants.
I blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “Adam, we can’t… we can’t do this again,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“We both know it will happen again,” he said as the scary thing is, he is right. I have a soft spot for a good dick.