Lonely Mother
What did I just do? My heart had just sunk. I didn’t know what I was doing or what took over me. It had been a while since I had kissed anybody. But tonight, I kissed my own son. And what started as a motherly kiss turned into a romantic, sensual, full on make out session. I have to admit, I did enjoy it, a lot. But this was my own flesh and blood, the person I had birthed and carried in my belly for nine months. How could I? A lot of feelings were taking over me. Feelings of guilt, confusion, shame, fear and more importantly, insane arousal. I was so conflicted about what had just happened. My son was pushing his limits with his own mother. I just had this weird, eerie thought and was pleasuring myself thinking about my son’s hard cock last night when I had my little unsuccessful playtime. Gosh, I had been lonely and untouched for so long. When he grabbed me roughly and spun me around into his arms to kiss me, a part of me erupted in joy. There was nothing hotter at the moment, for a man to roughly grab me, pull me and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on my lips. Oh my god, he tasted so good. But this man was my own son.
I kept thinking about what happened as I walked upstairs into my bedroom to find my husband sleeping. Blankly staring at the ceiling. As soon as I saw him, my mind just went into this hermit mode of loveless, joyless existence. I proceeded to change out of my fancy satin dress and looking in the mirror, it reminded me why my son thought I looked hot tonight. He called me sexy on multiple occasions. Oh these young teenagers, they only want to see skin. I changed into my comfortable pajama shorts and a loose shirt that I normally wear to bed. I washed my face, undid my hair, used the bathroom and got ready for bed. But I couldn’t shake off that eerie feeling of knowing I had just crossed a motherly boundary with my son. On top of the intensely sensual kiss, he had asked to kiss me every night before bed. And for some unknown reason, I agreed in affirmation. It was as if some inner sexual beast had taken over me.
Just then, the mother in me had awoken and I knew I had to put a stop to this. This was incest. I could go to jail. I can’t be thinking or using my son as a muse for my sexual release. He shouldn’t be fantasizing about his own mother. This was wrong. It was so wrong. I had just realized the secret fetishes of the two most important men in my life. My husband’s cuckold fetish and my son’s MILF fetish. I had to have a chat with him.
The Birthday Gift
As I walked towards my bed, I noticed my husband’s new iPhone on my end table. I had totally forgotten, I was supposed to give it to Tommy as his birthday gift. In the excitement of going out on a date with him and having the time of my life, it had totally slipped my mind. It was only 11pm and there was still an hour left for his birthday to be over. I took the phone, put it in its box and walked over to my son’s bedroom. As I approached his door, I could hear faint mumblings from inside. I didn’t think he’d go to bed so quickly. It sounded like my son’s voice, but it was very faint and mumbling. I gently placed my ears on his door trying to listen, if it was just the TV or if he was awake and talking to someone. And the faint mumblings got clear enough for me to hear.
Tommy: Oh my god, mom….you’re so damn sexy. Fuck, how I’d like to fuck the shit out of you….I can still feel the taste of your lips. I want to suck on your lips, I want to bite your lips, I want to taste your skin. Ugh….why’d you have to be my mother…
I was shocked! Even though I shouldn’t be, knowing how he had taken the liberty to kiss me. But now, it sounded like his fantasies were on overload. He was mumbling about sucking and biting my lips, tasting my skin. His own mother. Funny enough, these fantasies complimented my own. I wanted a man to take charge and dominate me, sexually. With my age and my situation, no man would want to, I thought. But here was my 18 year old son, a handsome hunk, the eye candy for all these young college skanks, thinking about me, fantasizing about me, sexually. Against my ethics and morals, I was so turned on.
For the first time in forever, I felt wanted. My urge to serve and pleasure a partner was taking over. The thought of looking at my son’s strong penis was coming back to my mind. He did offer to show it to me earlier, but I had to decline. It was just so wrong and inappropriate but oh so alluring. I wanted to see it. My curiosity was taking over.
I figured, I’d push the door open and act innocent. I was here to give him his gift after all. I twisted the doorknob slightly and pushed the door open. With a tiny crack between the doorframe and the door, I gently pushed the door ajar to get a view that I will never forget. My son was lying on the bed, with his shirt buttons undone, exposing his muscular torso. His boxers were to his side, he had headphones on with his old phone in his left hand. And there it was, the mesmerizing pole that stood, long and hard under his pelvis. His right hand going up and down his shaft. My son was practically masturbating to porn, but thinking about me. The faint mumbles were now clear whispers. He was watching some milf porn that I could barely recognize from his small phone screen. I saw his penis. I finally saw another man’s penis.
The first penis, I’d seen since my husband’s. And it was huge. It was long, hard, and as my son put it himself, strong. I could clearly see the veins and the big hard cockhead. It made sense why his exes couldn’t handle him. This dick was no way going down someone’s mouth, not entirely. I was so horny, I could feel a wet spot forming in my nether regions. I was biting my lower lips. The things I’d do to taste his cock. Why did he have to be my own damn son?! He was so grown up, so sexy, so handsome.
I gently closed the door, trying my best not to make a sound. I waited outside his bedroom for him to finish. After what seemed like an eternity hearing him masturbate, knowing well, he was imagining fucking his own mother, he finally finished. There was no sound of his mumbling anymore, but I could hear some rustling. Maybe he was cleaning up? I wasn’t sure. I just had my eyes closed and couldn’t get the image of his massive dick out of my head. I thought this was a good opportunity to finally give him his gift and retire to my bedroom quickly to try to satisfy my urges again with my toys.
I knocked on the door.
Tommy: One second….
Jessica: Tommy, honey are you sleeping?
Tommy: uhh…No…Mom? What do you want?
Jessica: I….I had something to give you…
He opened the door. He had removed his shirt and was wearing his boxers again. I could clearly see the outline of his penis in his boxers. There was also a small dark, wet spot around the tip. He must have just ejaculated. I could smell the scent of his manly hormones in the air. The room was a bit of a mess too. And I noticed the crumbled paper towels in the trash can.
Tommy: I thought you’d be in bed by now, Ma
Jessica: I was about to, I just…forgot about your gift.
Tommy: You already gave me a gift, Mom.
Jessica: I did?
Tommy: Yeah, earlier….(He smirked)
I knew he was talking about the kiss.
Jessica: Oh hahaha, you’re so naughty. Listen….ummm..We need to talk about…actually, nevermind. Here, remember Dad got a new phone that he was asking you to research?
Tommy: Yeah the new iPhone. Is that it?
Jessica: Yeah, here you go. It’s yours now. Dad’s not going to use it anymore and you know it’s brand new, so I thought it would be a perfect gift.
Tommy: YESS!! Thanks Mom. I was sick of using this piece of shit with the tiny screen.
Jessica: Hahaha I figured. Well, have fun with it. I think I reset the phone and cleared it up so you can start using it.
Tommy: Oh really? Look at you, being all tech savvy.
Jessica: I try haha
Tommy: Thanks Mom. You’re so thoughtful.
He came forward leaning into a hug. I was wearing a loose white top and my pajama shorts. As we hugged and wrapped my arms around his back, I could smell his manly scent again. The combination of sweat and his….stuff..jeez it was having an effect on me. Is this what they call pheromones? His body was sweaty but he was in such good shape. I wanted to run my fingers all over his torso and lick his chest. The amount of self control I had to exercise here was insane.
As he pressed into me, I could also feel his still hard cock rub into my belly through his boxers. How is he still hard, I thought he had just finished?! I was dumbfounded. He eventually let go of me.
Tommy: Mom, you look so good in these PJs.
Jessica: Hmm…So now I went from Hot to just ‘good’ huh? (I was teasing him, playfully) Is it because this doesn’t show as much skin?
Tommy: No…No, you’re still hot and sexy. No matter what you wear. I wish I had a girlfriend like you.
Jessica: Hahahaha. you’re crazy, young man. Our date is over now, okay! Go have fun with your phone.
Tommy: Mom, wait.
Jessica: What?
Tommy: Thanks for the phone. You know, I suggested this phone for dad because it has the best camera. And it’s only fair, the first picture I take with this, is my beautiful Mom’s.
Jessica: Oh really? Hahaha okay. Well, I’m dressed for bed right now and look bleh. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll put something nice on like earlier tonight.
Tommy: No, Mom. Wait. You look perfect. You’re beautiful. I want a picture of you right now and then maybe you can dress up for me tomorrow and we’ll do another.
Jessica: You want to take a picture of me, like this?
Tommy: Yeah..
Jessica: uhhmm..I don’t look very photogenic right now honey.
Tommy: Mom, you’re always photogenic. You look perfect.
He already had the camera on and was pointing the phone at me. I didn’t know what to do and just awkwardly posed as he snapped a few pictures of me.
Tommy: Thanks Mom.
Jessica: Goodnight honey.
Tommy: Goodnight Mom.
I went back to my bedroom and jumped on my toys.
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The Morning After
I woke up fairly early the next morning. Changed my husband’s catheter. Helped him up on his wheelchair and pushed it along to the stairs. As I was trying to mount him on the stair lift attached to the staircase’s railings, I heard my son’s door unlock. He looked like he had just woken up.
Tommy: Good Morning, Mom.
Jessica: Good morning, Tommy.
Tommy: Here, let me help you.
Tommy helped lift his father’s body and placed him on the chair lift. Then brought the wheelchair downstairs and helped me put him back on the chair too. I appreciated the help, since Brian was getting a bit too heavy for me to manage by myself.
We were all downstairs now and I turned to my son.
Jessica: Thanks Tommy. He’s getting heavy. I appreciate your help.
Tommy: Of course Mom. I heard you struggling so I thought I’d help you out. And if you need me to help with anything, just ask. I want to make things easier for you.
Jessica: Oh honey, you’re so thoughtful. Okay, I will. Honestly, just getting him up and down the stairs is quite the task.
Tommy: I got an idea.
Jessica: I’m listening.
Tommy: Mom, why don’t we have him settled in the guest bedroom behind the kitchen? That way, you won’t have to mount him up and down all day and it’d be easier for him too. There’s also a bathroom there for him.
Jessica: Hmm…I didn’t think of that, that’s a great idea. I guess, I was just so busy with trying to take care of things, it never occurred to me. I’ll start moving his stuff around to that room later today.
I watched as Tommy walked towards the kitchen and made coffee. He was still wearing just his boxers and I could see the outline of his morning wood in them. He had just woken up and I had this view of a handsome young man with his huge cock in front of me, separated by a thin fabric. No matter how much I tried to distract myself going about my morning chores, I couldn’t help but catch a glance of his protruding crotch. Tommy was kind enough to pour me coffee along with his own cup and he went about his merry way to his bedroom upstairs, leaving me hot and bothered early in the morning.
Secrets Revealed
As Tommy went to school, I went about my day working in the house and taking care of my disabled, paralyzed husband. It was around 6 in the evening when Tommy returned. He disappeared into his room as soon as he returned. I finished cooking dinner and feeding Brian, then helped him to the guest bedroom. Tommy was right, it was much easier to relocate Brian’s stuff in the guest room, since it was on the same floor and close to the kitchen. Once I had his father taken care of and laid him down on his bed, I left the guest bedroom door ajar and called Tommy downstairs for dinner. It took him longer than I expected, but he finally came down to join me for dinner. I had made his favorite spaghetti and meatballs with garlic toast.
During dinner, Tommy was oddly quiet. He was also avoiding eye contact with me. I was wearing a gray top and a matching skirt. Very typical for my daily home clothes, nothing sexy. Maybe that was why he was avoiding looking at me. I had to know.
Jessica: Tommy, is everything alright?
Tommy: Uhh…yeah Mom, why?
Jessica: You’re rather quiet. Something is off. Did something happen at school?
Tommy: Err..no…Mom, I’m fine.
Jessica: Tommy if there’s something you want to talk about, you know I’m here for you.
I realized, it was just a couple of days ago, he was seventeen, now that he’s legally an adult, he’s still a teenager going through hormonal evolutions. I had to make him comfortable to open up to me. Teenagers these days hide a lot from their parents and I didn’t want him to get in more trouble. Despite his good behavior at home since his dad’s accident, I wondered if there were any changes in his shenanigans outside the house. Tommy remained silent to my questions but I had to dig deeper.
Jessica: Son, remember, it’s just you and me now. Remember our new year’s resolution? No more secrets, no hiding. Be better at communicating.
Tommy: Ugh…okay mom, you don’t have to guilt trip me like that. It’s….it’s just that…. I’ve been thinking about you.
Jessica: Okay…. I’m your mother and you have been very helpful lately, so I can understand that. Nothing wrong with that honey.
Tommy: No, Mom. Not like that. I want to make your life easier and make you happy. But….lately, I feel very attracted to you. You’re so hot. I’ve been obsessed with the pictures I took of you last night.
Jessica: Oh….Tommy, you can’t be….wait….the photo you clicked with your new phone? Of me in my PJs? Tired and ready for bed?
Tommy: Yes.
Jessica: Jeez Tommy. I wasn’t even wearing anything revealing like the dress from dinner. It was just my PJs. Kinda like right now, just a top and a modest skirt.
Tommy: I know mom, it’s not what you wear. It’s just you. You’re beautiful and hot. And I keep…. nevermind.
Jessica: No neverminds….you keep what?
Tommy: It’s awkward….
Jessica: No secrets, no hiding.
Tommy: I uhh….I masturbate thinking about you, sometimes.
I already knew that. I caught him moaning my name last night. It didn’t come as a shock to me. So in all honesty, I didn’t act surprised.
Jessica: Sometimes?
Tommy: Okay, sorry, jeez ALL THE TIME!
Jessica: Tommy… I’m your mother. You shouldn’t…
Tommy: I know, I know. But that’s what’s so hot about it. I can get any girl I want to go out with me, but eventually they leave me because they can’t handle my….uhh….
Jessica: Penis?
Tommy: Yes, Penis.
Jessica: You should feel comfortable saying that word, be mature about it.
Tommy: Well, I do, with my friends, we say Dick or Cock. I’m sorry. You’re my mom, and I shouldn’t….
Jessica: It’s okay Tommy. Treat me like your friend. I should be your best friend. Is that all? That’s what’s bothering you? You… pleasuring yourself with me in your mind?
Tommy: Yes. How are you not alarmed or surprised about it?
Jessica: Honey I’m 38 years old. I’m well aware boys your age have a certain fascination with older women. Teachers, Librarians….what you guys call MILFs. It’s normal. But yeah thinking about your own Mother like that…. it’s inappropriate.
Tommy: I know, mom. Its incest. It’s illegal, it’s wrong, we talked about this. It just makes me more horny.
Jessica: Good! I’m glad you understand that. Now, I have a confession of my own. Part of the reason I’m not that surprised is because I knew you were playing with yourself thinking about me..
Tommy: YOU DID!? WHAT?
Jessica: Yes honey, I’m sorry and I know we’re supposed to come clean and no more secrets, but it was just such an awkward moment and it was your birthday so I didn’t want to ruin it. Last night, when I approached your room to give you the new phone. I….I heard you mumbling and I got curious so I opened your door slightly and saw what you were doing.
Tommy: MOM!!!! What the Ffff…. what the heck! You didn’t knock!
Jessica: No, and I know, Privacy. I’m sorry. I don’t know why, but I just wanted to check if you were sleeping or not and not disturb you or wake you up….it was just in the heat of the moment.
Tommy: Oh my god. This is embarrassing. And then you knocked again, and pretended to not see me…. masturbating?!
Jessica: Yes.
Tommy: Mom!!!! What the fuck?! How long were you watching me?
Jessica: Baby, I’m sorry. Don’t be upset.
Tommy: I’m not upset, it’s just….I feel like you invaded my private moment.
Jessica: I did. And it was wrong of me. I’m sorry. I didn’t watch for too long. Once I saw what you were doing and heard you mumbling my name, I understood what was going on and shut the door.
Tommy: And then, you waited? For me to finish?
Jessica: Yes.
Tommy: Wow! I don’t even know….
Jessica: Baby, I’m sorry okay..
Tommy: It’s okay, mom. You’ve apologized enough. Now that I think of it, it’s kinda hot.
Jessica: Tommy, no….
Tommy: Well, last night, after we kissed, when I offered to show you my….penis….you declined. And then you saw it anyway.
Now, it was my turn to be embarrassed. He was right, I did invade his privacy. I saw his penis and I fucking loved it. I guess I’m to blame for this awkwardness. I pushed him to not withhold any secrets. I remained silent and looked down, began clearing the dinner plates and walked towards the kitchen.
Tommy: Well, What did you think?
Jessica: About what?
Tommy: My penis.
Jessica: Tommy, we’re not talking about this.
Tommy: Yes, we are. You said no more secrets, right?
Jessica: Ugh Tommy….
Tommy: How can I trust you won’t do it again, Mom?
Jessica: Because I’m telling you, I won’t. I’ll knock.
Tommy: I don’t know, I feel like my privacy was violated.
Jessica: Well, what do you want me to do Tommy? I already apologized.
Tommy: You did. But it still doesn’t change the fact that you saw my penis, without my knowledge or consent. And you won’t even tell me if you liked what you saw?
Jessica: Why is it that important for you to know if I liked it?
Tommy: Because, it’s been a problem. It’s always hard, it’s big, it’s uncomfortable and I need to know if I have to get it looked at by a doctor or if it’s a medical condition.
Jessica: Oh God! Tommy, no! It’s perfectly fine. Your penis is magnificent. It’s perfect! Most women would die for a penis like that.
Tommy: You too?
Jessica: Tommy! Stop it.
Tommy: So you liked it?
Jessica: Yes. Yes I did. Happy?
Tommy: Not really. Still doesn’t change the fact that you entered my room and saw me masturbating naked without my knowledge or permission. You didn’t even knock.
Jessica: Jeez Tommy….Okay, how about this…. you get 1 free pass to enter my bedroom without knocking. Happy?
Tommy: I have a better idea Mom. How about…an open door policy? Since you so like to enter rooms without knocking, why even have doors closed or locked?
Jessica: Tommy, that’s taking it too far. I change in my room and….
Tommy: I know. But you saw me at my vulnerable moment. It’s only fair I catch you off guard too.
Jessica: It won’t be catching me off guard if I already know you’re going to be creeping by my bedroom.
Tommy: Well, we’ll just have to wait and see. No more closed doors, deal?
Jessica: Gosh, okay. Whatever it takes to end this conversation.
I was kinda flustered, because I admitted to my sin. But this conversation was turning me on. I kept thinking about his dick. His penis was flashing in my mind and I just wanted to pounce on it. But this was my own damn son, how could I? As much as I was desperate for a good fuck, the mother in me was still fighting with my own sexual demons. I was just hoping my son would take some initiative and make a move. Admittedly, he had been pushing the boundaries of our relationship lately and alluding to getting physical with me, but he wasn’t making any solid moves. Even if he did, I wasn’t sure how I would react. I reciprocated and enjoyed our kiss the night before, but I don’t know if that should or could be repeated.
As my inner sexual animal was growing wilder. I needed an escape, an outlet. My toys weren’t satisfying enough. I had no time to go out and seek people and date. I couldn’t divorce my quadriplegic husband. His disability meant I was obligated to provide long term care for him, until he miraculously recovers or dies. Dating again would be a huge risk. What if men who I date won’t understand my situation? What if they want to get serious and committed? They wouldn’t want to be with a woman with a disabled vegetable of husband and an adult child. I was essentially a single mother trying to navigate these thoughts. I had no options. I thought a no-strings-attached relationship just for sex would be the best option. Morally, ethically, I had no issues, since I had learned of my husband’s cuckold fetish. It was very freeing to learn that. I knew if I satisfied my sexual urges with another person than my husband, at least my husband would have been okay with it, if he was still cognitive.
With that thought and intention, I downloaded Tinder on my phone to just see what’s out there. Now, there was another problem. I hadn’t been out in the dating pool for over 20 years. And things were drastically different now. Secondly, I had no good pictures of me that were recent. Just then, the thought occurred to me about the pictures Tommy took of me last night. I hadn’t seen them yet. And I didn’t feel like I looked presentable enough to put up these pictures on a dating app to attract a guy. I was reminded of the conversation with Tommy about him taking a few pictures of me today, to which I had agreed rather hesitantly. But now, I needed these pictures too. I went to my closet to pick out some flattering outfits that would be appropriate for Tinder.
The Photoshoot
That evening, when I was done situating my husband in the guest room again. Tommy & I had dinner together, as usual, talking about trivial things like his school, sports and friends. As I was clearing the dishes and went to the kitchen, I was thinking of a way to bring up the topic of the photos he wanted to take, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I was hoping he would take the initiative and remember. Unsurprisingly, he did.
Tommy: Mom, once you’re done with the dishes, what’re you doing?
Jessica: I was just going to put on some music and read my books on the couch, as usual. Then get ready for bed.
Tommy: But Mom, remember, I wanted to test dad’s phone camera with you….
Jessica: Oh yeah….I guess we can. And it’s your phone, Tommy.
Tommy: Right! I uhh…right…uhmmmm..I’ll be waiting.
Jessica: Haha okay, how about you get changed and ready for bed and once I put the dishes away, I’ll get my makeup done, put on a nice dress like the other night and come downstairs. You can take pictures of me then, deal?
Tommy: Sounds good. But Mom, no makeup.
Jessica: Honey, but I want to look presentable…unlike last night.
Tommy: Mom, you’re naturally very pretty. You don’t need makeup.
Jessica: aww…Thanks honey, but I’m getting older and I need to look better with makeup.
Tommy: What do you need to look better for? I’m just taking some photos for me.
Jessica: Well, there’s something…I should have good photos of me too, right? (I didn’t want to tell him that I wanted these pictures for my tinder profile)
Tommy: You should…And your best photos would be without makeup.
Jessica: You really think….I’ll look good without makeup?
Tommy: Yes Mom. You always look pretty. Natural skin is the best, isn’t it?
Jessica: hmm.. I guess, okay. Well, I’ll be ready quicker then.
Tommy went back up to his room. And I went to my room to pick out a nice outfit for the photoshoot. I had never done something like this and was very excited. I rummaged through my closet and finally found a dress that I last wore to a Christmas party years ago. I had doubts if it would still fit me. I got changed into it and as per our new house rule, left the door open. I had a feeling Tommy would come creep on me. And I sort of welcomed that thought. It felt naughty and exciting. But I didn’t hear him so I figured he was still in his room across the hall.
I went to the bathroom, undressed, freshened up, put on my perfume for some confidence and got into the dress. It was a one piece bodycon backless dress, with a zipper around the back, over my butt. I wasn’t as fit as I was a few years back and the extra cellulite around my belly, hips and love handles showed. The dress took me some effort to put on as I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. It was way too tight for my liking and wasn’t very comfortable. It was also surprisingly short and just ended a couple of inches under my butt. I thought maybe I should look for another dress and was about to rustle through my closet again, when my self-criticism was interrupted by my son’s voice.
Tommy: That looks good, ma. Keep it on.
Jessica: TOMMY! Gosh you scared me. (He was standing by my bedroom door, leaning in partially. I had forgotten about the open door and wondered if he saw me change. Did he see me naked? I was startled, nevertheless)
Tommy: Sorry, Mom. Didn’t mean to scare you. You look hot in this dress. Are you ready?
Jessica: Uhh…It’s not the most comfortable, but uhmm..glad you like it.
As we were walking down the stairs….
Jessica: How long were you standing there? I didn’t notice you.
Tommy: Not too long, just a couple of minutes.
Jessica: Tommy….did you see anything?
Tommy: I saw this really hot woman…
I chuckled, blushing and playfully pushed him. I hadn’t been complimented like that in forever. Something about Tommy and my relationship was different now. There was this tension in the air. This air of awkwardness but above all a very sexually charged energy. Once we reached the living room, Tommy asked me to pose and I struck a couple of poses, but he didn’t like them. So he asked me to just be natural and be myself, loosen up and try to do things around the room, like walk around. Sit on the couch, pick up the magazine from the coffee table. He particularly liked it when I bent down next to the coffee table. I know exactly why. It showed quite a bit of cleavage from the front of my tight dress. Tommy kneeled down to be at my level as I stayed bent and he clicked a few pictures of me in that position. I wasn’t particularly smiling, more so posing like a model.
Tommy: Oh Yea, just like that Mom. Gosh, you should have been a model. You’re so hot!
Jessica: Hahaha Tommy, you’re so funny.
Tommy: Hmmm… I like this view Ma.
Jessica: Well hopefully they like it too..
Tommy: They? Who’s they?
Jessica: Ooh, It’s uhh…I was thinking of taking your suggestion and joined a dating site. But I don’t have any good pictures of me.
As soon as I said that, Tommy’s shoulders shrugged and his body language changed. His face had a visible frown on it.
Tommy: Oh…you’re going to date again? But I thought you didn’t want to….you’re not divorced or separated yet…and what about dad?
Jessica: It’s…..not what you think honey. It’s kinda hard to explain…..You know your father’s situation. And I’ll still care for him. I just… at my age….you need uh…companionship.
Tommy: Companionship? What’s that supposed to mean?
Jessica: Well, you know what I mean. Your mother is a woman too and all women have needs.
Tommy: I see…I know you’re a woman mom. A very beautiful, hot, woman.
Jessica: Yeah…and the only man who flirts with me lately is my own son….
Tommy: Is that not enough?
Jessica: Honey….you know it’s not the same. You’re my son.
I now got back up on my feet and sat myself on the couch. My dress was so tight the bottom helm literally dragged up as the dress hung snug on my body. I struggled to hide my panties from coming into view of my son and his camera. The dress was really tight and clinging to my skin, showing off folds around my thick waist. The change in my posture had also caused my neckline to drag down lower and deeper, giving my son ample view of my deep cleavage. To the point, my midriff now felt the cold air around too.
Tommy: Why not mom? I’m a man too.
Jessica: Tommy, you’ve been trying to push your boundaries with me. And…it’s just not right…
Tommy: Is it right to date other people while still being married to your disabled husband?
I remained silent and just looked down at the carpets. I knew it wasn’t ideal but I needed a man and I know my conscience was clear since my husband wanted to watch me with another man to satisfy his cuckold fetish too. But how do I explain all this to my son? Yes he was an adult man, but was he mature enough to understand kinks and fetishes? He was only 18.
Jessica: Tommy….you don’t understand…
Tommy: I understand everything. You want a man who could make you feel like a woman again. You need a man. I need a woman. A mature woman who is experienced enough and can handle my penis.
Jessica: Gosh Tommy….
Tommy: You’re a mature woman aren’t you, mom? A MILF! You’re so fucking hot…You’re beautiful. I love you and you turn me on.
Jessica: I’m your mother….
Tommy: I know. That’s what makes it hotter. It’s incest, I know. It’s taboo, forbidden, I’m well aware. And that’s why it’s sexy. It turns me on, and I know it turns you on too…
Jessica: Tomm…
Tommy: Does it not? Don’t lie to me Mom. You know it turns you on. You saw my penis and then you waited for me to finish masturbating. You knew I was thinking about you…fantasizing about having sex with you and it made you horny.
I was dumbfounded. He was right. All these thoughts that I had buried deep down within me. These taboo thoughts that I had felt. I’d bottled them up and tried my best to not unleash them, were being thrown at me by my son. He was right. He was so attractive to me. He’s handsome, he’s caring, he’s loyal, he’s my family, I can trust him. He’s got a magnificent dick. He’s an adult. If nobody found out, I wouldn’t be doing anything wrong. And I wouldn’t have to go find another man. Who knows what bad intentions strangers might have.
This was my son. He knew my situation. He knew more about my predicament than I did. He was here to serve me, make me happy, give me the pleasure that I lacked. And yet, I was conflicted. I didn’t know what I wanted. I was confused. I was startled, scared, anxious, nervous, afraid. But I knew one thing. I wanted to have physical intimacy. And the handsome man standing in front of me, was the safest best I had. Besides, he wanted me more. He desired me.
Jessica: Tommy….You’re not wrong.
Tommy: See…Then what’s stopping you….
Jessica: Tommy…it’s not as easy for me as you think….Yes of course there’s this taboo aspect…and it does make it hotter. But I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose my son. Not to my urges, not to your urges.
Tommy: Mom, you’ll always be my mother. There’s nothing changing that. And I’ll forever love you as my mother. You’ve been a great mother to me. But I see you more than just my mom. I see you as this amazing woman who needs a man in her life. And I can be that man for you. You feel the urges too, and yes it’s not normal, but neither is the situation life’s put you in. I just want to step up and fill in the shoes of the man of the house. That includes taking care of the woman and her needs.
I remained speechless. This was a life changing moment in my life. My son had just made his intentions with me clear. He saw me as his woman. And something about this care, his love and his interest in me, made me overcome the taboo nature of the relationship he wanted with me. This moment would change the course of my life permanently, forever. My son was no longer just my son. He was now the man of the house. And he was here to step up to that role. I was still struggling with how to proceed and just sat there looking at my handsome son, who was just in his loose white tee and boxer shorts. If I allowed him to proceed, I just wanted to see what he would do and where this would go.
I now had tears in my eyes. Tears of realization, of joy, of pain, of confusion, of love but mostly tears of pride. I was proud of my son for showing maturity and understanding his mother. Such understanding, my husband lacked all his life. No other man understood me better than my son. And that made me cared for, wanted, needed and loved.
Jessica: Tommy…I…..I love you!
Tommy: I love you too Mom.
Jessica: Tommy… I don’t know what to say or do…this is all weird and very new to me.
Tommy: I understand. Mom. I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable around me. Just be yourself. Be real. You’ve got a lot of untold thoughts, unspoken realities, hidden desires in you. And I’m the only man who knows you, I can feel you. It’s because I came from you, Mom. I was once a part of you. And I’ll always be one with you. Our bond is like no other. It’s the purest form of unconditional love. And I want to give you more love. I just want you to say yes….I’ll never do anything you won’t like. I’ll never upset you on purpose. I’ll always love you, forever. I’m here for you.
Jessica: Oh Tommy….What do you want me to say yes to?
Tommy: That’s a good question. Well, you know how you were my date on my birthday….how about…Jessica, will you be my girlfriend? My lover?
Jessica: Yes.
Tommy: Well, as my girlfriend, I may want to do certain things….but if you don’t consent, I won’t. Do you understand what I’m saying Mom?
Jessica: Yes…
Tommy: Good. Now….back to the photoshoot.
I was suddenly confused. He took me on this roller coaster of emotions and my eyes were still heavy with tears flowing down my cheeks. My son then walked towards me and assertively put his hands behind my head, undoing the band in my hair, messing up my ponytail and setting my hair free. I was just sort of stunned and silent and allowed the universe to take over what was about to happen. I sat there motionless with my long hair now falling over my shoulders, my cleavage still amply on display, the helm of my dress now riding up to just cover my butt and my legs spread, giving my son the view of his birthplace covered by a thin piece of cloth, my panties.
Tommy then stood in front of me again and took some more pictures of me in that state. With dry streaks of tears on my face. He finally spoke after moments of eerie silence between us. There was sexual energy and tension in the air.
Tommy: Mom, I’ve got enough in this dress. You should go change and come back wearing something else for your next photo session.
Jessica: Oh….Okay…I wasn’t planning on…
Tommy: A tank top or camisole… and your pajama shorts. It is bedtime afterall.
Jessica: Hmm.. Okay. Are you going to take more photos of me in those?
Tommy: Yes Ma. And remember, no bra….or….underwear.
I just gave him a naughty smile. I loved how assertive and demanding he was getting. It made me feel wanted. I had butterflies in my tummy and giggled like a teenager as I went upstairs to my bedroom to get changed. As I entered my bedroom, I left the door open and smiled again. The thought of being secretly watched by my son, as I changed, made me so horny. When I took that tight black bodycon dress off, I stood naked in front of the mirror. I took off my panties and realized how wet they were. I tossed them in the laundry hamper and observed myself in the full mirror. I didn’t have the best supermodel body, but I could see why my teenage son was so infatuated with me. Or as he claimed, loved me.
As per his requests, or demands rather, I put on a thin sky blue tank top and my sleepy time pajama shorts with no bra or panties. Just wearing those and posing for my son was turning me on. All the forbidden thoughts and hesitation had now succumbed to my desires and feelings of being a woman. I left my hair loose and walked back down the stairs to the living room. He guided my hand to sit on the couch again and positioned me such that my feet were on the couch and my legs were wide open. He then proceeded to take some pictures of me in that pose.
Tommy: Mom, you have an amazing body. You’re so damn sexy.
I just blushed as he continued snapping more pictures. Then he came forward and gently slid one strap of my tank top off my shoulder. He snapped more pictures and then slid the other strap off too. I was allowing my son to have liberty with my clothing, as he pleased. This whole situation was turning me on. It was a slow burn to insane ecstasy and I could sense a fire burning in my vagina. I wasn’t wearing any panties, so if I leaked any more they were sure to settle on my pajama shorts. There was a shy yet naughty smile on my face.
Tommy: Goddamn, Mom…you make me so hard.
That’s when I noticed the bulge in his pants. The fact that I was the woman who had induced that boner in my own teenage son, was so rewarding. I was vindicated. I was a woman again. I felt appreciated and chosen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his cock. His boxers clearly showed a tiny wet spot at the end of his dick head. Now my eyes were fixated on his crotch and he was sure to notice.
Tommy: Like something you see, Mom?
Jessica: ummm…. (I was only able to elicit a suppressed moan)
Tommy: You’ve seen it before, haven’t you?
I just nodded my head in affirmation. Words felt like a burden to orate at this point. My libido was reaching its peak and I was beyond horny.
Tommy: Isn’t it a bit unfair that you have seen my most private organs and I haven’t seen yours.
I knew where he was going with this but I remained silent. But the smile was off my face to a nervous look.
Tommy: Take off your top, mom.
I still remained silent. I hadn’t undressed in front of anyone in years. Maybe my husband, but that too was years ago. This was embarrassing. I felt vulnerable. There was a voice in my head that forced me to do as my son wanted with me. And I slowly proceeded to take my top off over my head. I was so shy, I kept my eyes closed and another stream of silent tears flowed down my cheeks. For the first time, I was voluntarily undressing and putting my body on display for a man other than my husband. And this man was my own son. It felt unbelievable, but this was happening.
Tommy: Oh my god, Mom. Your boobs are magnificent. You’re incredible. So fucking hot.
He proceeded to snap more photos of me from various angles. My tears had stopped and dried up. My horny smile had returned. Hunter’s cock was growing in his shorts. I was mesmerized and lost in the moment and followed along, allowing him to take the lead and do as he pleased.
Tommy: Okay, the shorts are next.
Jessica: You first…
Tommy: Oohhhhh You want me to take my shorts off?
Jessica: Yes.
Tommy: No, Mom, say it.
Jessica: Tommy….please…
Tommy: Say it…Mom.
Jessica: Jeez okay! Tommy…take your shorts off please.
Tommy: Why Mom?
Jessica: What?
Tommy: Why do you want me to take my shorts off?
Jessica: Tommy, please don’t make me….Gosh…okay…Tommy, please take your shorts off, I want to see your penis.
Tommy: Your wish Mom, you asked for it.
Tommy took off his shorts in a flash and now just stood in his white tee. His huge cock was in full display and it had a string of precum attached to the tip. I was so horny I wanted to grab it and taste it, but I controlled myself. He noticed my eyes following his penis. I couldn’t believe this was my own son. I was kind of proud of myself for birthing him.
Jessica: Gosh…Tommy…..that’s something….
Tommy: Hey..now your turn Mom..
Jessica: mmhmm…
I stood up on the carpet and slowly slid my pajama shorts down, letting them fall to the floor and puddle around my feet. I was now standing completely naked in front of my son. I don’t even remember the last time I was naked in front of my husband, his father, but something about this moment felt so right and intimate. Meanwhile, my disabled, quadriplegic husband lay paralyzed just in the room across the wall.
Some might say I’m a terrible wife, a terrible woman, a horrible mother. My husband couldn’t express his opinions, and if he could, he’d be jerking off to me exposing myself to another man. A terrible woman? A vulnerable, sad, depressed woman living a dead, loveless life is more appropriate. I was finally feeling like a woman again. There was a positive beaming energy igniting in me now. A bad mother? My son didn’t think so and that’s all that matters. He’s the only one who loves me.
Tommy’s mouth remained agape and his jaw dropped as his eyes devoured every bit of my skin, from head to toe. And I just stood there quietly watching him feast his eyes on my body.
Jessica: You okay, Tommy?
Tommy: Uhh…yea…Mom. You’re so fucking hot. I want to….
Jessica: Kiss?
Tommy: Yeah, more than just kiss…
Jessica: And what’s that?
Tommy: Mom….I want to hold you, kiss you, caress you, bite you, make love to you, fuck you….
Jessica: Oh god tommy…what are you doing to me….
Tommy: I haven’t done anything yet Ma….But I’m about to….
He said that and came close to me and kissed me flush on my lips. My hands naturally went behind his head and we had officially become lovers. I was pulling his face into mine as he tasted my lips. Softly at first, and eventually we were french kissing and smooching wildly like two primates madly in love. There was so much passion in his kisses, it was the best kiss I’d ever had. Blood was rushing through my veins as he devoured my lips and gently pushed his tongue into my mouth, tasting my saliva. I could taste his mouth, my own son. I was standing in my living room, completely naked, engaged in a passionate, wet, sloppy smooch with my own son with this beautiful penis hanging out touching my belly.
I was so lost in passion, I had my eyes closed and Tommy continued kissing me all over my face. We tasted each other’s tongues and mouths. I hadn’t felt this lustful in such a long time. With my husband, I never felt this way. But now kissing my own son, my flesh and blood, the human I birthed, it just felt incredibly rewarding. The fact that he had so much lust and desire for his own mother, made me so proud. I was able to arouse a young, handsome man like him.
Tommy suddenly bit my tongue between his teeth and was sucking on my tongue. Oh it was so erotic, my pussy instantly leaked and I could feel the wetness dribble down along my inner thighs. As he trapped my tongue between his teeth and kept sucking on it, my hands went down his back, his waist and slid forward to enclose his massive, throbbing shaft. It was no longer just a kiss. He was having his way with my soft, feeble tongue. We had crossed boundaries of just a tender motherly kiss long ago and we had no plans of going back to that. I was finally holding it. This dick that I saw, the night before, was now in my hands. I was feeling it. I hadn’t held my husband’s dick in years and now I had the penis of my dreams in my hands. I could feel it throbbing with his every heartbeat. Our hearts were beating in unison. He finally let go of my tongue and we separated momentarily.
Tommy then grabbed me off my feet and lifted me in his hands like a baby. I remember how I used to carry him around when he was a child. It took me so long to wean him off my breasts. And after so many years, he was carrying me in his arms, his own mother, completely naked. I was impressed at how strong he was to be able to lift a plump, 38 year old woman like me. He took me upstairs to my bedroom and dropped me on my bed. I was coyly staring at the beautiful body of my adult son standing in front of me. He was now fully naked, just like me and his cock stood hard to its fullest. It was so rewarding to know that I was the woman who had that effect on him.
He watched as I laid on my back on my bed, resting on my elbows, my eyes fixated on his penis. He got up on the foot of the bed and began kissing my feet. Did he have a foot fetish? I didn’t know. His kisses eventually started coming up my body. He was kissing, tasting, licking every inch of my legs. I surrendered to the moment. I had given up all inhibitions and allowed this man, my own son to have his way with me. We were both turned on in this intense heat of passionate lovemaking. It was wrong, messed up, a sin, inappropriate but I was doing it. I had succumbed to my own teenage son’s advances to have sex with me. And whatever happened, I was willing to deal with the consequences. Maybe just this one time. I wanted to feel his beautiful, huge cock inside of me.
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**********Tommy’s POV**********
Mom laid naked on the bed as my kisses on her nude skin continued upwards. I was mesmerized by her gorgeous body. She had maintained herself quite well, physically. She was in good shape for a 38 year old. I loved grabbing on to her slightly plump love handles and fupa. I was caressing, kissing, licking mom’s hips, then pelvis and sucked her delicious skin on the side of her belly button. As my teeth made contact with her luscious smooth skin a sexy moan erupted out of her mouth. She had been silent all along since I had kissed her. But now she was reacting to my play with her body.
I slowly went up to grab her huge breasts. They were still firm and didn’t sag at all. All natural. I fondled them and grabbed them, squeezed them in my hands. Latched on to her nipples like a baby. But this was different. My mouth had been on these breasts and these nipples when I was just an infant. I had no memory of that, but this memory of sucking my mother’s breasts sexually as an adult, will remain etched in my mind forever. My eyes were closed, as I was enjoying sucking her nipples. Mom’s hands and fingers ran through my hair at the back of my head and she was pulling me into her boobs. This gave me the indication that she was also enjoying it and was consenting to me having my way with her.
In between sucking her nipples, I turned my attention lower down to her beautiful belly button. Her nude belly was now covered with my saliva and her own sweat. It glistened in the dim warm light emanating from the nightstand. The room was filled with the sounds of her moans and my kisses. After unlatching my lips off her nipples, my fingers began twisting, pinching and pulling mom’s nipples. I was now licking around her navel and eventually inserted my tongue in it. That made mom twitch oddly and she involuntarily raised her hips up. She chuckled momentarily and her moan got louder.
Jessica: Ohhh Tommy….What are you doing to me….We’re not supposed to….Gosh this feels so good baby.
All the while, I kept licking inside mom’s belly button and kept my tongue on her skin, gradually sliding it up her midriff, between her boobs and eventually stopping under her neck. I then kissed and licked her neck, sucked on the side of her neck and gave her a hickey. That made mom’s moan louder and she was almost screaming out with her eyes closed. I was worried it would wake up Dad, who laid still, motionless in the guest bedroom downstairs. But what was he going to do, he couldn’t stand, or speak. I didn’t even know if he could hear us. I wondered how he would react, knowing his own son was making out with his wife.
I moved up to mom’s face and was madly kissing her. I was now positioned directly over her and my dick was so hard, it was hovering around her inner thighs. It was leaking loads of precum which stuck to mom’s thighs. I wanted to fuck this hot, sexy woman in front of me. But I didn’t know if Mom was ready for it yet. I was so horny, I could fuck anybody in that moment, but having my own Mother lay naked, surrendering herself to me was a dream come true.
The Ultimate Sin
I’d had sex several times with different girls but this felt very special. It felt sacred and holy in a way. This was no random girl from school, this was my own mother. The mother who birthed me, carried me in her womb for nine months and I wanted to fuck the same vagina I came out of. I stood motionless, resting the weight of my body on my arms, stretched and making a dent on either side of mom’s shoulders as I absorbed the view in front of me. My beautiful mother, completely naked, with her skin glistening in sweat and my drool, her hair, now wet and messy, spread across the bed sheets. Her eyes were still closed as she was lost in ecstacy making out with her own son. She must be wondering why I had stopped kissing her and gently opened her eyes, looking into mine directly.
Jessica: Tommy….Fuck me.
Tommy: Are you sure mom?
Jessica: Put your dick inside me Tommy…
Tommy: Mom….you know….
Jessica: I know Tommy. There’s no going back from here. Just fuck me. I need this. I need you. I need your beautiful cock in my pussy right now.
Tommy: I can go grab a condom from my room…
Jessica: Ugh I don’t care, just fuck me baby.
That’s all the consent I needed. I was surprised Mom didn’t want me to use a condom. She had always insisted on wearing a condom when I would have sex with all these other girls and I wasn’t stupid. I was always careful. But she was so fascinated with my cock and so horny tonight, she wanted me in her asap. I slowly held my penis and aimed it just over mom’s vagina. My cockhead kissed her labia and I slowly entered her.
There it happened. I was having sex with my own mother. As I inserted my penis in her, Mom stayed silent but moaned and tears came streaming down the side of her face. I was maybe seven inches in length, but my dick was very thick and I began thrusting in and out of her at a slow pace at first. She was so lost in my fucking, her hands ran wild behind my back.
Jessica: OH MY GOD, Tommy….that feels so good baby. Ugh….I’ve never felt this good down there. What is happening to me….
Tommy: I’m fucking you Mom. You’re so goddamn hot. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I just…
Jessica: Oh gosh, Tommy…..I can feel your cock stretching my insides.
Tommy: You’re so tight Mom…How are you so tight…
Jessica: This pussy hasn’t seen much action baby….But now that you’re inside me, feels like it was made for your cock.
Tommy: It’s so tight Mom, your pussy is snug on my dick.
I slowly increased my pace and suddenly I could feel mom quiver and shudder. And I could feel the inner walls of her vagina convulse and pulse around my dick. She was now also moaning louder and breathing heavily. I continued fucking her harder and with vigor as she was squirming under my weight. Her back was literally raised up in the air and she finally collapsed down the sheets and her breathing slowed. I paused for a second…
Tommy: Mom…Are you okay?
Jessica: Ahh….oh Tommy….I just…had an orgasm. How did you…..so quick….ugh…don’t stop honey..
That just gave me more confidence and I picked up my pace and fucked her harder with more force. With every thrust my cock was now going deeper and deeper in her vagina. It was exploring the unknown depths of her cave. As I fucked her harder her responses got weaker and weaker and she eventually just laid there moaning and panting as my cock pistoned in and out of her vagina. Her entire body moved up as the room was filled with the sounds of my pelvis slapping against her hips.
I had her legs pulled up and over my shoulders now and grabbed her shoulders for leverage to fuck her more. I leaned forward and was kissing her neck, mauling her boobs with my hands. Her moans were now turning into yells and screams, her mouth remained open and she was getting more vocal. She was drooling out of control and I could see her saliva flow out of her lips to the side of her face, mixing with her tears.
Jessica: Oh…my ga..wd…Tommy…..You’re….an…animal…aghh….fuck me baby…fuck your mother…just like that…hard…
Mom’s vagina was so warm and wet I was sliding in and out of her with ease. It was scorching hot between our groins and I was about to cum. I didn’t want to cum inside her in case she got mad. I still wasn’t sure how she’d react after the high of sexual energy would calm down. I pulled out of her and shot load after load of my thick, white semen all over her belly, boobs. My dick was so hard and my balls were full. It shot some drops all the way up to her face, her neck, her chest, smothered her boobs and a lot of residual cum on her belly. I was exhausted and moaned out loud as I came on my mother. I got off her and laid to her side, staring at the ceiling, just like her.
We were both tired, sweaty and exhausted. We had lost track of time, our ethics, our morals, boundaries. We had crossed the most taboo of all taboos. A mother and her son had just had sex. We remained silent for a while until we could catch our breath. My cum still floating all over mom’s body. I turned my head to observe the beautiful body in front of me and watched her staring blankly at the ceiling. She then raised her head up and hoisted herself up on her elbows, looked at her giant breasts covered in cum and took some of it from her belly in her finger, then licked it.
Jessica: mmmmhmm…..
She seemed to enjoy the taste of my semen. I was distracted watching some of my juice slowly flow from her midriff and collect down into her belly button. We both remained silent and had nothing to say to each other. We were still coming to the unfathomable realization that we had indulged in sexual intercourse. This was incest. Incest of the worst kind, a mother and son. But to me, it was still so hot. I just came loads but watching my mother lay naked covered in my cum and the realization of what had happened, made me horny again. Just then I watched Mom get up off the bed and stumble and limp towards the bathroom. She still hadn’t said a thing after our intensely passionate fucking. I could see the mixture of our cum sliding down between her legs.
I heard her turn the tap on from the sink. I followed her to the bathroom but was watching her from the doorframe. She took two fingers and gathered more sticky cum from her torso and licked it. She stood there looking in the mirror and just smiled at her naked self. She still had tears in her eyes, but these were tears of joy. Tears of satisfaction. She felt a sense of achievement, a reward, and gratification. Gratitude for her son and his abilities, his powers. She was impressed and proud. Proud of herself for birthing me. Creating this life out of herself, who could satisfy her sexual urges.
She then walked towards the toilet and sat on the toilet seat. I heard a little trickle of her pee landing in the toilet. I then walked in the bathroom and my penis was hard again just watching mom going about her business. She somehow looked even sexier to me in her post sex, post-orgasm, roughed up state. Her messy hair, all over sticking to the sweaty skin on her shoulders, her face covered in dried tears. Her body, covered in the sticky goo that had brewed in my ballsack. Mom looked up at me as I entered the bathroom and her gaze instantly fell back down to my erect cock. And she had a look of surprise and fear on her face, which quickly turned to concern…
Jessica: Tommy…How are you….hard again???!? You just came all over me, you literally drenched me in your cum….
Tommy: When I have a hot mom around, how can I ever not be hard…
Mom blushed at my comment and continued peeing.
Jessica: Ugh Tommy…you’re…..
She didn’t have words and I walked towards her sitting on the toilet.
Jessica: I’m peeing, Tommy, can I have some privacy please?
Tommy: No.
Mom is the Solution
I don’t know what came over me, but my dick was hard again and hearing mom’s pee hit the water in the toilet was doing something to me. I just nonchalantly said no and stood in front of her with my penis aiming at her face. Mom’s eyes remained fixated at my cock.
Jessica: I’ve never seen it this close before…Tommy, you’re blessed with a magnificent penis.
She said as she now held it in her hands and felt how hard I was. I could see her eyes devouring my penis observing its veins, the skin, the folds and the pink swollen dickhead. She pulled the skin back and ran her fingers all over my dick to the base of my cock and held my balls gently.
Tommy: I told you Mom, it’s kind of a problem.
Jessica: Hmm…To me, it’s not a problem, You’re my solution. But if you think it is a problem, I have a solution for you right here.
Saying that, she opened her mouth and engulfed my penis with it. Her mouth was rather small and could only take in so much of my dick. Her lips were literally being stretched. I couldn’t believe the feeling. My mother was sucking my cock. Her mouth was so warm and soft. She licked the head of my penis, then put it in her mouth again. All the while, she continued peeing. It happened so fast, I naturally put my hands on the back of her head. And it reminded me of the last time, when my ex-girlfriend Sammi was giving me a blowjob and how rough I got with her, which made her leave in anger. I didn’t want to do that to my mom and make her angry. I was enjoying the soft, sensual blowjob mom was giving me. She was kind of exploring my dick with her mouth. It felt as if she was getting to know it a little more deeply. She had stopped peeing by now and she suddenly took my dick out of her mouth. I thought it was over. But then…
Jessica: Tommy…is this what that girl was doing that night?
Tommy: Yes Mom.
Jessica: And you said, you got really wild with her?
Tommy: Uhm…yeah…
Jessica: Can you show me how wild?
Tommy: Mom…but I…I don’t want to hurt you.
Jessica: Hmm….If I feel like you’re hurting me, I’ll tap your hips, three times. Like this..
She tapped the side of my ass, three times quickly.
Tommy: uhmm.. Okay…But…you sure Mom?
Jessica: Very sure.
I was extremely horny and unlike all the other girls, this was my own mother. I didn’t want to hurt her or cause her any discomfort. But now she was insisting on me roughly facefucking her. Unlike all the other girls from school, she was asking for me to get rough, hard and wild with her. My inner beast took over and grabbed all of her hair in a bunch and roughly pulled her head in and out while her mouth stayed fixed on my dick. I pushed her head in so deep, I could feel the head of my penis touch the back of her throat. I held her in that position for a few seconds, until I heard some grunting, coughing sounds from her and her neck muscles quiver.
I pulled her off my cock and pushed her back. She breathed a deep, loud, sigh of relief and I saw her face covered with a combination of my precum and her drool. Her eyes got teary again and she sat resting her back on the toilet seat. I allowed her to catch her breath for a few seconds and manhandled her head pushing my penis back in towards her mouth. Mom may not have been ready for another assault, coz she didn’t open her mouth yet and was still catching her breath. With every deep, heavy breath I saw her breasts swell and heave.
Since Mom wasn’t opening her mouth, I held her head to one side using my grip over her hair and slapped the side of her face repeatedly with my other hand.
Tommy: Open your mouth for your son’s cock slut mommy.
Jessica: Aaarghhhhh
Mom gave in and opened her mouth to once again get penetrated by my massive penis. I then held her head and skull fucked the shit out of her so hard. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of her mouth.
Jessica: *gluck gluck* *ooomphh* *uughh* *mmhmmmmgmmm*
That’s all she could say as my dick violated her the deepest ends of her throat, roughly rubbing through her tonsils. Mom’s face was now a wet mess and was turning red. She was choking on my cock. She wasn’t able to breath and pulled her off my cock again to let her catch her breath. Once again, while she rested back on the tank of the toilet, I laid a hard slap on her face, turning her head to the left covered by her messy hair. However, this time, she regained herself quickly and looked up at me with a smile.
Jessica: Gosh Tommy….I wanted this so bad. Do that again.
Tommy: Do what?
Jessica: Slap me, baby.
Tommy: You gotta say please first.
Jessica: Tommy, honey, slap me please…
Tommy: Not like that….Beg me for it and remind me who I’m slapping..
Jessica: Tommy…my son…baby please slap your mommy…I need you to slap your mother hard, honey…
I raised my arm high and it made her shiver anticipating a slap from my right hand. But I was now playing with her mind. Instead, she got a slap on the right side of her face from my left. It took her by surprise, but she had that wicked smile on her face. I realized Mom was a submissive and wanted to be treated as such. She enjoyed the pain and humiliation. I felt this strange power over her and a switch had turned on within both of us. Yes, we loved each other. But our language was complimenting each other. I was dominant and Mom was submissive.
Watching my mother enjoy the pain induced by my slaps had almost made me cum, but I held back and brought her mouth over my dick again. Then I thrust my dick deep down her throat until I felt the back of her throat again and finally my balls erupted. I ejaculated another load deep down mom’s throat now. It was an amazing feeling cumming inside my mother’s mouth. I could feel my penis go from hard to sore to soft and mom kept sucking my soft dick finally letting it out. She was tired again after her rough deepthroat and facefucking. I picked her up from over the toilet and held her up in my arms and hugged her.
Tommy: Was I too hard Mom?
Jessica: No, Tommy. You’re just perfect. You’re just the perfect man I could have ever asked for.
Tommy: Oh I love you Mom.
Jessica: I love you too Tommy.
We stayed there embraced skin to skin just feeling each other. After our intensely physical encounter, this was a rather soft, sensual hug. We finally separated our sticky bodies and Mom kissed me on my lips. We smooched again and Mom had calmed down. She wasn’t crying anymore.
Jessica: I should really take a shower, but I’m so tired. You fucked your mother silly and I’m sore all over.
Tommy: I know how to treat my woman.
Jessica: Your woman…that sounds….so wrong, yet so good. I’m my son’s woman. I’m yours honey. Want to go sleep in your mother’s bed?
Tommy: I think we better call it our bed now.
That momentous night, our lives changed forever. Mom and I had broken the barriers of our relationship and begun anew, as a loving couple. There was one little secret Mom still didn’t know. She didn’t wipe that cellphone clean and I had access to Dad’s emails on his phone. Please read the next part to find out what happens next in our relationship.
