I came through the front door feeling like I’d been trampled by a herd of elephants. My feet ached, my back was stiff, and the bra I’d been wearing since 5 a.m. had declared war on my shoulders. It had been digging in all day, and the relief of taking it off was all I could think about. Honestly, I didn’t even bother kicking my shoes off properly—I just nudged them off with my toes and left them lying by the door.
The living room, as usual, was a war zone. Not physically—Joel’s idea of tidying was stacking empty Coke cans like trophies—but aurally. Explosions and rapid gunfire rattled the air from the telly. Joel, my 19-year-old, was slouched on the couch, legs spread wide, hoodie half off one shoulder, and headset planted firmly over his mop of dark hair. He was barking orders into the mic like some kind of general.
“Hi, Mum,” he mumbled without even glancing up. His fingers danced over the controller, eyes glued to the screen.
“Hi,” I sighed, already regretting that I’d walked in here. I dropped my bag by the door and took a moment to survey the mess. “Still in your natural habitat, I see.”
“Where else would I be?” he muttered, thumbs never slowing. His voice had that perfect mix of teenage indifference and sarcasm that made me want to throttle him.
“Joel, don’t you ever get bored sitting there all day?” I asked, folding my arms as I leaned against the wall. My hair had slipped loose from its bun, and a few strands stuck to my neck. I resisted the urge to pull them out.
“I don’t sit here all day,” he said, finally sparing me a glance. His hair flopped into his eyes, and I noticed he was still wearing the hoodie I’d washed and folded for him two days ago. So that’s where it went. “I went to the kitchen earlier.”
“Oh, wow. Did you happen to notice the sink overflowing with dishes while you were raiding the fridge?”
“Obviously,” he said, smirking as he held up a half-empty bottle of Coke. “You should be proud—I’m staying hydrated.”
I snorted. “Hydrated? On Coke?”
“It’s got water in it.” He grinned, returning his focus to the screen. “Oi, Darren, don’t camp, you prick!”
I rolled my eyes and pushed off the wall. “You’re 19, Joel. Don’t you think it’s time you got out of the house? Maybe met people who don’t exist in pixels?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, waving me off like I was background noise. “Plenty of time for that.”
“Is there?” I shot back, heading towards the stairs. “Because you’ve not left this house in days. Even I’m more active than you, and I’m 46.”
That got his attention. He paused the game and turned to me, one brow quirked in challenge. “What are you saying, Mum? You reckon you’re fitter than me?”
I laughed outright. “Fitter? I’d outlast you in a heartbeat. The only time you break a sweat is running up the stairs when I ask you to help with the washing.”
Joel grinned, leaning back on the sofa with his arms spread wide. “Don’t be jealous, Mum. I’ve got great reflexes. Comes with being a gamer.”
“Oh, please. The only thing gaming’s good for is your thumbs.”
“And my ego,” he quipped. “Go ahead, ask Jenny down the road.”
I froze mid-step, turning to glare at him. “Joel, I don’t want to know about anything involving you and Jenny. Ever.”
He smirked. “Touchy. What, jealous you’re not getting any?”
I groaned and threw my hands in the air. “Right, that’s it. I’m confiscating the Wi-Fi. Permanently.”
“Like you even know how to turn it off,” he shot back, clearly delighted with himself.
“Don’t tempt me,” I muttered, climbing the stairs and unbuttoning my blouse as I went. “And for the record, that’s none of your bloody business if am not getting any.”
His laughter followed me all the way up. “Whatever you say, Mum. I know am getting it alot when I do go out!”
By the time I reached my room, I was already halfway out of my work clothes. The moment the door clicked shut, I leaned against it and let out a long, exhausted sigh. Finally—finally—a moment to myself. My bra was the first to go. I reached behind me, unclasped the thing, and practically threw it across the room. Sweet, sweet relief. The red marks it had left on my skin would probably be there for hours, but at least I could breathe again. He was right I wasn’t getting any as he called it, damn I miss a good man.
I kicked off my skirt, pulled on my soft purple nightgown, and climbed into bed. The sheets were cool and crisp, the perfect antidote to my aching body. I let my head sink into the pillow, reaching for my earplugs on the nightstand. With Joel downstairs yelling at Darren, they were a necessity, not a luxury.
Once the earplugs were in, the house fell into blissful silence. The distant thuds of Joel’s game and his occasional swearing dulled into nothing. My eyelids grew heavy, and for the first time all day, I let myself drift.
And just as sleep finally claimed me, I heard the faintest echo of Joel shouting, “Bloody hell, Darren, you’re trash!”
Typical.
Hours later I woke up moaning, was I dreaming. I felt a weight above me, my bed squeaking, my legs flopped open. I open my eyes through the intense pleasure I felt shooting in and out of my vagina. It was Joel… On top of me, fucking me.
“Joel… ahhh what the fuck… you can’t be fucking me I am your mum,” I said as he pounded harder into me.
“Argh mum… told you I am active. Just treating you,” he said as his balls swing and slapped against me as he took me hard on my bed.
“Get your ahhh ahh, your dick out of me now,” I demanded, but deep down didn’t mean it.
“You sure mum,” he said pumping his hard cock in and out of my pussy with my panties pulled to the side.
I felt the pressure of his youthful vigor, a stark contrast to the day’s exhaustion, as Joel continued hammering away, his strong hips pinning me to the bed with a fervor I hadn’t experienced in what felt like an eternity. Fuck, it was wrong, so utterly, deliciously forbidden, yet my body betrayed me, responding with a hunger that hadn’t been sated since God knows when.
The air was thick with a mix of shock and illicit desire as my words, meant to be a barrier, came out breathy and lacking conviction.
“Joel, you filthy boy fucking mommy ahh fuck,” I gasped, my back arching as his cock plunged deeper, stirring my insides up like a stormy sea. “This is twisted, but don’t stop—ah, damn it—don’t you dare stop. Ahh fuck, your dicks bigger than your dads.”
His eyes, a wild mixture of lust and mischief, locked with mine as he grinned, a devilish smirk that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I look between my legs and see the base of his cock pound into my pubic bone as the full hard long length disappears up my cunt.
I bit my lip, trying and failing to suppress a moan as he spread my pussy lips wide with every savage thrust. The taboo act, the sheer depravity of his thick dick splitting me open, stirring my cervix, churning up my insides like a stormy whirlpool, sent waves of sinful pleasure through me. “Oh fuck, you’re a wicked boy, Joel… you fucking know this is wrong, but oh god, it feels so good!”
He wasn’t gentle; he was rough, ruthless, fucking me like he’d been starving for it, like he wanted to claim every inch of my pussy as his territory. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on, meeting his thrusts with a hunger that matched his own. “Ahh fuck fuck… Ahhh Harder, mommys pussy wants it harder!”
Joel, fueled by a fire he’d never known, his youthful energy now unleashed, slammed into me with a fervor that shook the bed’s frame, rattling the headboard against the wall with every merciless drive of his hips.”You like that, huh, Mum? My cock stretching your tight cunt like it was made for me,” he snarled, his words dripping with filth and domination. His hands, rough yet practiced, grabbed my tits, kneading them aggressively, making my nipples harden under his touch.
“Jesus, Joel…you’re a dirty, filthy boy, ah yes… how did you get so filthy” I hissed, my body a vortex of sin and pleasure, every fibre screaming at the wrongness, yet my pussy clenching around his cock, gripping him like a vice, he was animal I have never seen him like this.
The bed creaked with each forceful thrust, the springs betraying the rhythm of our bodies’ illicit dance. My nightgown was rucked up around my waist, forgotten as Joel’s calloused hands now cupped and squeezed my breasts with a fervor, thumbs brushing over my nipples, drawing out needy moans that I couldn’t contain.
My fingers clawed at his back, urging him on, as his cock nudged deeper, parting the slick walls of my fanny with an intensity that made my head spin.
“Ungh, ah yes, fuck…you’ve learned a few tricks, haven’t you?” I panted, my breath hitching with each punishing plunge. The pleasure was overwhelming, a dirty cocktail of shame and lust that had me writhing beneath him. The sound of skin slapping skin, the squelch of our mingled desire, filled the room, punctuating his heavy grunts.
Joel leaned closer, his hot breath against my ear, “Learned from the best, Mum… watching all those porn vids,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble. His hips slapped against mine, the sound lewd and rhythmic, “But nothing compares to this… to shagging you.”
I gasped, recoiling at the truth yet craving more, “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh,” my words lost in a desperate, filthy noise as Joel picked up the pace, his cock driving into my fanny with relentless precision. Each stroke hit that sweet spot, lighting a fire in my belly that threatened to consume us both.
“Harder… yes give me that dick, oh fuck,” I moaned, my nails digging into h
“Thought you’d never ask,” he growled, a wicked glint in his eye as he shifted, positioning himself to hit me deeper, driving into me with a ferocity that had me screaming, the headboard slamming the wall in a relentless tempo. Joel’s thick cock stretched me, filled me completely, his every movement causing my fanny to flutter and grasp at his length, milking him with every powerful pump. With his free hand, Joel reached down, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with a mastery that betrayed his youthful bravado.
“You’re soaked, Mum…for your son,” he taunted, the touch sending me spiralling into an abyss of ecstasy. “C’mon, let go, let it all out.” The room spiralled into white-hot pleasure as my orgasm crashed over me, my fanny clenching around him, pulsing with such intensity I saw stars.
“Ahhhhh—Joel!” He watched me come undone, a feral satisfaction on his face, “That’s it, Mum, take my cock… feel it pulsing inside you.” Then, with a low, guttural groan, he shuddered, his cock twitching violently as he spilled his load, hot spurts of cum flooding my fanny, filling me to the brim. The sensation of his release, the explosive pulsing of his cock, was my undoing, sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me.
Joel collapsed beside me, chest heaving, the sound of our mixed breaths the only noise cutting through the post-climactic silence. I lay there, my mind a whirlwind of emotions, my body still trembling from the intensity of our illicit union. The heat of his cum seeped out, mingling with my own juices, a tangible reminder of what we’d just done.
“Mum, that… that was bloody insane,” he murmured, his voice laced with awe as he traced the curve of my hip, his touch surprisingly tender now.
“At least you got away from your gaming,” I said as I turned to face him, a mix of guilt and satisfaction swirling in my chest. “But we can’t… weshouldn’t ever speak of this again, Joel. It was wrong, incredibly wrong, but…” My voice trailed off, the words catching in my throat as I met his gaze, seeing the reflection of the same turmoil mirrored back at me.
He nodded, a solemn understanding passing between us. “Yeah, Mum. I get it. But…fuck, that was incredible,” he admitted, a hint of a boyish grin creeping back onto his face. “You’ve got a wicked fanny, mum—couldn’t help myself.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head, trying to dismiss the flutter in my chest. “Joel, for the love of…don’t say that… but,” I swallowed hard, “you’re bloody impressive for a teenager.”
Joel laughed, a low, rough sound, as he propped himself up on one elbow, eyes gleaming. “Glad to be of service, Mum. Maybe we both needed that more than we knew.”
I couldn’t argue with that, the warmth of his cum and the ache of satisfaction in my core were undeniable. “Just… promise me it’s a one-time thing. We can’t cross that line again.”
“Aye, Mum. But…damn, that was worth breaking every rule,” he said, leaning in to steal a soft kiss—a surprising tenderness from the boy who’d just ravaged me. “But am not sure I can promise that mum, like if I see you like that again I might just do it again. uh, thanks for the… workout.”
As I lay there, the warmth of Joel’s kiss a stark contrast to the raw intensity that had just passed, my heart raced with the gravity of what we’d done. The room seemed smaller, heavier with the weight of our forbidden act, yet the closeness we shared in that moment wasn’t entirely tainted. It was a complex mix of intimacy and guilt, desire and taboo. His lips on mine were soft, fleeting, a secret promise that neither of us would keep.”I mean it, Joel,” I whispered, my voice firm, though my body still hummed with the remnants of ecstasy. “This doesn’t happen again. It can’t.” He nodded, the fire in his eyes dimming to a soft ember, an understanding flicker of respect.
“Got it, Mum. But…” His voice trailed off as he traced the curve of my lips, a boyish mischief yet to leave his eyes. “If I’m honest, you’re the best shag I’ve ever had. Can’t believe I went there with my own mum…” He chuckled, the sound low and rueful.
“But you’re right. It’s… complicated.” I shivered at his touch, the ghost of pleasure still coursing through me, his cum a scorching reminder of the forbidden depths we’d plumbed.
“Complicated doesn’t even cover it,” I agreed, pushing myself up on one elbow, the sheets pooling around my waist. “But don’t you dare think you’re getting off that easy. You’re grounded.”
Joel laughed, a sound that was both defiant and resigned, his grin unrepentant. “Worth it, Mum. I’d take a month in the doghouse for that.” He winked, his hand dropping from my skin, leaving a trail of heat where he’d touched.
“And no more comments about your… conquests, or anything like that. Ever,” I added sternly, though the corners of my mouth twitched with the absurdity of it all. “This stays between us.”
He mimed zipping his lips, a mock solemnity that didn’t hide the spark in his eyes. “Lips sealed. But seriously, Mum, you’ve got nothing to worry about from Jenny or anyone else. You’re in a league of your own.”
With a reluctant sigh, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of twisted pride. “You cheeky sod,” I muttered, swatting at his arm affectionately, the mother in me fighting to re-emerge from the woman he’d just ravaged.
“Now get yourself cleaned up and out of my room.” Joel rose, his movements languid, his cock glistening, slowly softening yet still impressive even in its spent state. He pulled up his boxers, the fabric clinging to the wetness left behind, and shot me a look that was pure, unadulterated mischief.
“Can’t say I’ve ever been kicked out of bed looking like this before.”
“First for everything,” I quipped, my tone lighter than I felt, watching as he sauntered to the door, the picture of youthful arrogance and satisfaction.
At the door, he paused, glancing back with a softness that caught me off guard. “Thanks, Mum. For…well, you know. “The words were simple, but they held a weight neither of us could ignore.