Mousy mom submits to son, Then sets up her friend to fall

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Mousy mom submits to son, then sets up her friend to fall

My name is Sylvia. I live in New York state, in Westchester County. I am a 42 year old divorcee. Four years ago, my ex-husband, Alan, had began an affair with his secretary who was ten years younger than me. It was one of the most heart-wrenching periods of my life. I wanted to try and work things out and I was willing to give him another chance, but he admitted that he had fallen in love with her and out of love with me. They married, and he started a new family, leaving my only son David and I alone right when he was starting high school.

My ex was a corporate lawyer and I was in medical sales. We were upper middle class and our families were nearby and supportive.

David had gone to a private boarding school for boys for high school, but I was still very involved in his life. He would come home on weekends at least once a month and spent holidays and summers at home with me. One of his best friends since elementary school was Robbie, and they both went to the same boarding school together and have remained close after starting at different colleges. I wound up developing a very close friendship with Robbie’s mother Amanda. She was similar to me in that we were both divorced and had just one son.

I was 22 when I got pregnant, making me one of the younger mothers out of our sons’ group of friends. Amanda was only a few years older at 45. It was good to have a best friend again after years of drifting away from the friends that I had grown up and gone to school with.

We were both single and we would get dressed up and go out to bars to mingle and date, but mostly we just hung out together doing other things like shopping, working out, or simply getting together at home and having dinner or wine. I hadn’t really had any success with dating and hadn’t found anyone to have a serious relationship with. I never admitted it, but I hadn’t really been trying. I was extremely picky but at the same time I didn’t feel good enough and my self esteem was really still very wounded from Alan leaving me for a younger woman. I was also just incredibly shy.

I even imagined becoming a lesbian and making a play for Amanda, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship which was so important to me. I knew I wasn’t a lesbian, but I was just longing for love, affection, and intimacy. And of course, I was starved for sex.

It isn’t as easy as people imagine for an older woman to find someone to have sex with, at least for me. The men I met at bars or dating sites just seemed to be off. Like they were trying too hard. And the best, most natural and confident men were always already taken. I’m ashamed to say that of the one time I did have a sexual relationship since my divorce, it was with a married man.

I didn’t want to develop a bad reputation so I made a rule for myself that I wouldn’t sleep with anyone from work or around the town or school. I would have broken that rule for the right guy who wanted a real relationship, but no one ever fit that bill.

About a year ago, I bought my first dildo. It probably seems silly, or not a big deal to most people, but for me, it was kind of a big deal. It was frightening, exciting, and embarrassing. I had a small vibrator for a while, but after years of not having my sexual and emotional needs met, I got the nerve to order a big rubber dick to fuck myself with.

I remember the box sitting on my doorstep when I got back from a sales call and my heart skipping a beat. Silly, I know. But I remember rushing into my house, closing up the blinds and stripping naked as I held this permanently hard, thick fake penis in my hands, licking it and sucking it. It wasn’t anywhere near the biggest, but it still took a bit of coaxing and a lot of saliva to get it inside my neglected little pussy. Once I got going though, it just felt so good to have something in there filling me. I came many times with it, clenching and squeezing my pussy muscles around this fake dick. I would be dreaming of being taken by a big strong man and I’d orgasm as I imagined milking the cum out of his dick with my cunt.

I have to say that I started masturbating a lot more, and Amanda would tease me and ask if I had a hot night with my “boyfriend”. I was longing more and more for a real relationship but it was seeming more and more out of reach. When we went out, I was just so shy around men. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t feel comfortable. Guys would flirt, but they just seemed too nice, boring or phony. I wanted an alpha guy to just take charge and make me his. That wasn’t going to happen.

This is where my head was at when David came home for the summer after his freshman year in college. I had gotten used to long days and nights of loudly masturbating and edging and just being naked all over the house. I definitely had to reel it in as soon as he came home. I decided to just go cold turkey and switch into mom mode.

David had grown into an impressive young man. He was an athlete all throughout high school and he even continued playing baseball in college. He was 6’3” and probably about 210 lbs of mostly muscle. He towered over my 5’3” frame. I was always a small woman and at 42, I was grateful that I was still able to keep slim at 116 lbs. My breasts were not that big. I could make them look sexy when I wanted to with a push-up, and I was grateful that I had very minimal, if any, sag as I reached my forties.

My son was half my age and almost double my mass, and I definitely noticed. Just having this strong male presence in my home felt wonderful. Having abruptly gone cold-turkey from daily masturbation, I felt like a little on edge and horny but I did a good job pushing those feelings down and not acknowledging them.

The first couple of weeks were great, we hung out, went to restaurants and watched movies on the couch. We always had been physically affectionate and hugged each other before we went to bed or were leaving the house. Nothing felt better than being wrapped in my son’s strong arms giving and receiving a nice, loving hug.

It really wasn’t sexual, at least not consciously. But, there was just this warm sensuousness about our hugs and physical affection that felt new and that put me on cloud nine. I was happy and didn’t need anything else. I knew that once his friend Robbie came home from college, he and David would be off doing summer boy things and he wouldn’t be all mine, but for now he was and I was feeling great. I did hear him on the phone making plans for a beach trip and talking about girls in town he was planning on reconnecting with.

I knew from Amanda that she had planned to pick her son up from the airport in a couple days and the morning that Robbie was supposed to come home I got a text from Amanda.

Something really messed up just happened.

What? I asked

Robbie came home in the middle of the night in an Uber and I didn’t know. I thought I had to pick him up this afternoon. So this morning I thought I was alone and was masturbating with the door open. He walked in at the worst possible moment. It was horrible.

I was shaking my head. I thought I was the crazy masturbating mom. I was so thankful my son never saw me like that, but I was feeling for my friend. She had to be so embarrassed.

OMG! I’m sorry.. Have you talked to him yet?

Just yelling at him to get out and what was he doing home. He’s in his room now.

You should talk to him..

I don’t even know what to say. You have no idea, it was REALLY bad..

Really bad? I mean obviously.. but how do you mean?

How I looked, what I was doing.. I was going really hard and moaning loud. SO embarrassed I should just kill myself. I was orgasming and actually squirting when I saw he was there…

Yikes… He saw her orgasming and squirting? Holy shit. I pictured that scene in my head.

Yeah, a total mess. Can You imagine seeing your mother like that?

I know.. Don’t beat yourself up. Its embarrassing, but you didn’t really do anything wrong.. You need to talk to him and see what he’s thinking.

Ok. I’m going to go do that..

Good luck. Let me know what happens..

I couldn’t imagine what Amanda was going through. I think I would curl up into a ball and die. I thought back to the times I spent naked sprawled out on the living room couch fucking myself with my dildo. I imagined David walking in on that scene. I could feel my cheeks blushing as I visualized the image of my son and I looking each other in the eye as I made myself cum. Would he be able to look at me the same way again after witnessing something like that?

As a mom, its just so awkward to acknowledge to your son that you are a sexual being. I wondered how Robbie felt after seeing that. I wondered how my own son would have reacted. I felt like the David of today was very different to the one from even just a year ago. The version of my son that came home from college seemed so much more mature, like a fully fledged man. It wasn’t the he looked different, it was his gentle strength and confidence. If he had caught me masturbating, I knew he would be kind and understanding. But I also wondered how much he would appreciate me as a woman. At the very least, I knew he wouldn’t let me beat myself up about it.

That gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling for some reason. I hoped Robbie would be that same way for Amanda and they could move past it and go back to a normal mother son dynamic. One thing I did consider was that Robbie went to school further away, came home less, and had even spent almost the whole previous summer at his dad’s place. Without being judgemental, I definitely believed I had a closer and more comfortable relationship with my own son than Amanda had with Robbie. That being said, I hoped she was okay and it wouldn’t be too awkward.

I must have been lost in thought or just staring into space because I didn’t even notice that David had walked into the kitchen.

“You okay, Mom?” he asked. “You look like you’re thinking real hard.” He was pouring himself a cup of coffee and seemed like he was about to go back to his room.

“Yeah,” I said, his voice pulling me out of my reverie. “Its just Amanda.” He had stopped in the kitchen doorway and walked back in. “She’s just having an issue she was texting me about.” I looked up at him and noticed he was starting to crack a smile.

“Yeah she is,” he said knowingly. I was surprised.

“Did Robbie say something to you?” I asked.

“Uhh.. Yeah.” David was trying to suppress a smile and was looking down. He seemed to think it was funny.

“Well, he shouldn’t have told you,” I said. “Its embarrassing and..”

“Why?” he cut me off playfully. “He’s my best friend. I’m not going to tell anyone or say anything. I’m sure you would tell Amanda if you saw something like that or even if you walked in and caught me masturbating.”

“No I wouldn’t!” I said quickly.

“I think you would,” he argued. “Best friends tell each other things, its not a big deal. You just need to talk things out sometimes.”

I considered that.

“I guess you’re right,” I acquiesced. “Well.. What did he say?”

“I’m not gonna tell you that,” David said as he tried to suppress a grin. “He told me what happened though.”

I found myself grinning too in spite of myself.

“Come on,” I coaxed. “She is so embarrassed.” I was shaking my head and raised my eyebrows as I took a sip of coffee. David was still trying to stifle himself from laughing.

“Can you imagine?” I asked and I couldn’t help but look down and chuckle, “Oh my God.”

“He got quite an eyeful.”

“Please tell him not to give her too hard a time about it,” I said. “She’s mortified.”

“Well, he’s having a pretty hard time with it himself,” David said with a smirk as we made eye contact. “He’s extremely hard over it,” he laughed.

I scoffed.

“She’s his mom!” I protested, incredulous.

“Mom or not,” David said earnestly, “he is gonna have a very hard time getting that image out of his head.” He looked at me matter-of-factly. “Mrs. LaRusso is a very beautiful woman.”

“She is,” I agreed. I looked away and sipped my coffee.

I considered what my son was telling me. Amanda was a beautiful woman. She was taller and skinnier than me. She looked much younger than her 45 years and had an amazingly slender and fit body that I envied.

Robbie had caught his sexy mom, naked and masturbating, and he got aroused by it. His penis got hard from seeing his own mom touching herself naked. Right as she orgasmed. David had started to walk back out of the room.

“Did he…?” I began to ask. Did he what, Sylvia? I asked myself. Jerk off to thoughts of his mother? Did he imagine himself fucking her?

He stopped, turned back around and waited. I was unable to finish my question, to say the words. He must have read my mind though because he shrugged his shoulders and answered.

“I don’t know.” He looked at me thoughtfully. “I mean, like I said, Mrs. LaRusso is a beautiful woman.”

I only looked at him and nodded. David turned back and left the kitchen. My thoughts returned to my friend. I had encouraged her to talk with her son and she had said she would. I wondered how it was going. I hoped everything was okay.

I started going through my emails and returning phone calls from my clients and began to make my plans for the day. My mind kept returning to the image of my best friend masturbating and her son walking in her. I just wouldn’t believe that he didn’t go straight to his own room and start jerking off. He’s a nineteen year-old boy. His hormones probably wouldn’t give him any choice. He’d be stroking his cock imagining his mom naked and cumming. Just the thought of it was making me horny and want to play with myself. I hadn’t touched my pussy for a few weeks already since David had been home, and I definitely needed some me- time. But I had to get work done. I had finally got into a groove and forgotten about it when Amanda texted me back about an hour later.

I talked to him. We are ok. He was very mature about it.

Oh, thats good! 😉

Yeah, its still really awkward and stuff but he was saying stuff like don’t worry you didn’t do anything wrong, everyone does it, etc

Good. I’m glad it worked out.

What a way to greet my son after not seeing him for so long! I’m still so embarrassed!

Lol. Yeah, I would be too. At least he wasn’t weird about it.

Yeah, I am really grateful he was so mature about it. I’m glad to have him home.

I think he and David are going out tonight. Do you wanna get together for drinks later?

Sure. You want to go to Fridays? Or the Piano Bar?

Hmm. I have to think about it. I’ll call you later, I need to finish some work and then run a few errands. Ttyl, love you!

Kk.. Love you too

Things returned to a state of normalcy for a while. A new normalcy. The boys had gone out every other night like young people do and Amanda and I would talk or hang out as we got used to our sons being home again. Things felt a bit different because they had grown up, gone off to college and were starting to be their own men.

I noticed it in the way my son was toward me. He was more confident and assertive but also seemed to be more gentle and attentive. I trusted him more to make his own decisions and in turn, he was much more open with me about his life, his feelings and plans for the future. He would tease me sometimes if I said something ditzy or was being dramatic. He also started to compliment me on my looks. David had such a strong but genuine masculine energy that he was bringing out of me my more feminine side. I started taking more care with my appearance, my clothes, my hair and makeup. Amanda and I both spent more time at the gym, although we were both in decent shape to begin with.

I remember times we went shopping and I tried on something cute or stylish, I would ask myself if David would like it. My relationship with my son was starting to feel exciting and inspiring. Now that he had grown up, we were relating more as a man and a woman enjoying each other’s presence and company. And I will admit, I was hungry for a man’s attention. I loved the feeling of his eyes on me when I knew I looked good, or feeling my breasts pressed against his strong chest during those moments when he hugged me.

Amanda and I knew they were drinking and maybe even smoking a little pot, but both of our sons seemed to know to keep it in balance. I never saw David overdoing it or even appear to be intoxicated, truthfully. I’m still a mom and I would wait up for him when he was out late. I just stayed in my bedroom, and when I heard him come home I’d just go downstairs and say goodnight to him.

I was beginning to miss the time that we were spending together in those first weeks before Robbie came back, so I was very pleased when David said one evening he was just going to stay in and asked me if I wanted to watch a movie. It was late afternoon, and I was just finishing up my work for the day when he texted me.

Hey mom, I was thinking of just staying in tonight. You want to watch a movie later?

Sure 🙂 That sounds good baby. Did you eat yet?

Yeah I’m getting a bite to eat now with Robbie. Want me to bring you anything?

No, I’m ok. I have food here. I’ll see you later.

See you later. Love you mom

K.. LOve you too baby

Why did I feel like teenage girl about to go on a date? My heart fluttered and I had butterflies in my stomach. My rational brain wasn’t putting two and two together that I was becoming romantically attracted to my own son but my body was releasing the right chemicals and I was going on auto-pilot. I just knew that I felt happy and excited. I loved my son and I loved being around him. There didn’t need to be any more to it than that.

Amanda called as I finished eating a light dinner to see if I wanted to get together that night but I told her I planned on staying in and watching Netflix with David. We chatted as I cleaned up the kitchen. I heard David come in. He was dressed as if he had been running or at the gym.

“Hey mom,” he said as he walked into the kitchen. “I’m just going to take a shower and get comfy and chill for a sec and then we can watch a movie.”

“Sounds good baby,” I said as I smiled at him. As he walked past, he bent down and kissed the top of my forehead affectionately before heading upstairs to shower. I could smell a mixture of sweat and deodorant or cologne and I thought it smelled great and very manly. I got off the phone with Amanda and went to get cleaned up too.

As I showered, I used a razor to tidy up my legs and under my arms. I hadn’t been dating or having sex so I didn’t shave completely down there very often. I had a little patch of pubic hair which I kept trimmed and short for cleanliness and comfort’s sake. I just shaved around the sides to keep it tidy. I used my favorite moisturizing body wash that kept my skin baby smooth and soft. I didn’t wash my hair, because it was already clean and I didn’t want to sit with it being wet and feeling cold. I had already washed my face and taken off my makeup before I showered but as I looked in the mirror, I decided to put a tiny bit of makeup back on. I was an artist with the ‘no makeup’ makeup look. People would compliment me and say, “You look great without any makeup on!” but I was wearing some. It still looked very natural, and I put on some chapstick just to give my lips a little bit of shine.

As I fussed in the mirror next over what to wear, the thought did occur to me that I was being silly, I was only going to watch TV with my son in the living room. I knew David was literally just showering and throwing on pajamas, but I justified it by saying to myself that I never go out on dates anymore, so I should at least practice making myself looking good. I liked being girly and he looked so good all the time lately that I wanted to look my best too. I loved when he complimented me or when I could feel his eyes on me.

He said he was going to get comfy, so he was probably going to wear what he would sleep in, either pajama pants or gym shorts and a t-shirt. I decided I didn’t want to wear a bra but I also didn’t want my nipples to be clearly in his face so I wore a cute light yellow camisole with a built in shelf bra. I often just wore a long t-shirt to bed with sometimes panties, sometimes nothing but that wouldn’t have been appropriate to watch a movie in. Since the camisole only went down to a little past my belly button, I looked in my drawer for some cotton boyshorts. I selected a modest lavender pair with a black trimmed waist band.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked cute! Maybe too cute, and my nipples were still showing through the extra layer of my top. I played with my hair a little until it looked natural but perfect.

I put an almost imperceptible dot of perfume on my chest between my small breasts and then slightly on my neck behind my ears. I didn’t put on any deodorant because I didn’t anticipate sweating very much and the powdery smell of it could sometimes be overpowering. I checked myself once more in the mirror, and then turned around to see how my butt looked. The squats are working, I thought. My ass looked good, but was it too much? Half of my cheeks were out. David might like that. I brushed the silly thought away and kept moving. I’m allowed to be comfortable in my own house.

As I walked downstairs to kitchen I saw David already on the couch searching Netflix for a movie to watch. He was just wearing an old Pink Floyd t-shirt and some black and white plaid pajama pants. I could feel that so much of my skin was exposed and I was a little scared that I was overdoing it.

Its just your sleep-wear, I thought to myself. Just act normal and it will be normal. I looked down at myself and saw my nipples were hard and still slightly visible even through the extra layer on my top. I grabbed two waters from the fridge and approached the living room.

“I got you a water,” I said as I dimmed the overhead lights and grabbed a plush throw blanket from the love seat.

“Thanks,” David said, not taking his eyes off the TV as he searched.

Where should I sit, I wondered. I approached him to hand him the water.

“What do you want to watch?” he asked as he looked up and took the water bottle. I could see an immediate change in his eyes as he quickly looked me up and down. I felt good, but slightly embarrassed and I just quickly sat down next to him on the couch. I could feel his eyes on me. I swallowed nervously and spread the small throw blanket out to cover my naked legs. As I turned to look at his face, I saw he was still looking and our eyes met. I could feel my pulse rising. Our faces were very close.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter to me. Was there anything that you wanted to watch, baby?” I said as naturally as I could.

David looked back at the TV. He selected a Netflix miniseries about a haunted house.

“This is trending number one lately,” he said. “Its a ghost show, I heard it was pretty good.”

“Okay, baby,” I said and smiled. I adjusted the blanket over my lap and took a sip of water. He started the show and adjusted the volume a little bit.

“Are you comfortable, Mom?” David asked as he turned his head toward me. I could see his eyes drawn down over my chest and I looked down and saw my nipples were hard. I covered them instinctively with my arm, feigning modesty and surprise.

“I’m cold,” I said, almost giggling. I was a surprised by my little-girl tone of voice. What is wrong with me? I started thinking to myself. What am I even doing? David is probably thinking I’m acting like a weirdo.

“Come here,” he said, and extended his strong arm around me to pull me in. He did it so naturally and confidently I immediately stopped worrying and felt safe. I scooted over next to him and laid my head against his shoulder and chest. He kissed the top of my head affectionately and caressed my shoulder.

Yes. I thought as I snuggled into him and the show started playing. This is what I wanted.

I tried paying attention to what was on the TV, but I really didn’t care that much. I was so focused on how warm and beautiful I felt being held by David. I could feel every touch of his hand on my skin, his breath, his heartbeat. He smelled so good. I adjusted the blanket so we were both under it and when our legs brushed against each other, it felt electric.

I was loving every second of cuddling with my son. It was still in the realms of normal, but this was definitely a new level of affection and physical intimacy for us. My brain must have been releasing a ton of oxytocin, because I was just in heaven. I could have died right there. I loved him.

My son was a man, and he was making me feel like a woman. Its that simple, that basic. I was just basking in the warmth of his masculinity. It was drawing out of me my own femininity. I wanted to show him that. I wanted to be recognized as a woman.

My rational mind was a bit confused as to why my body was reacting so strongly and involuntarily. I wondered how David felt and if it was anything close to what I was experiencing. His body language seemed totally at ease and comfortable, and so I just let myself enjoy the moment we were in. I nuzzled my head into his chest and he would smell my hair and every once in a while kiss the top of my head. I had to put my hand somewhere so eventually I let it sit on his thigh.

I stayed still for most part, my eyes were looking at the TV screen, but I wasn’t absorbing any of it. At some point without even realizing it, my thumb was moving side to side, lightly and slowly caressing David’s thigh. I started to notice that there was a slight pull or tightening of the material of his pajama pants. I wondered if my son was having an erection.

Oh my God, I thought. What do I do? I kept moving my thumb side to side on his thigh. I nuzzled my head against his chest and sighed. What am I doing? I asked myself. I could hear my own breathing getting shallow as my ears began tuning out the noise from the TV. I could feel and almost hear David’s pulse everywhere that our bodies were touching. It felt so powerful. I knew every heartbeat was delivering more and more blood to my son’s dick. Holy shit..

“Do you like the show?” David asked quietly, and he inhaled in the scent of my hair and kissed the top of my head.

“Mmhmm..” I breathed sharply, my pitch higher than normal. “It’s good, baby,” I whispered. As my thighs started to squirm, I realized I was getting wet. After a while of this, my face was starting to feel hot, and I could feel distinct prickles of perspiration on my forehead, then between my shoulder blades. I rocked my elbow out a little and could feel the cool air make contact with my underarms.

I needed to leave. My rational brain was screaming at me, but it seemed so far away and my body was just responding automatically. I noted with anxiety that my hips were rocking slightly, almost imperceptibly. I could feel that my cotton panties were fucking wet.

Why is this happening? I needed to get up and leave.

The music on the TV swelled up mercifully and then the credits starting playing.

“I’m falling asleep, baby,” I lied. “I’m gonna go to bed.” I lifted the blanket off slowly and I took a mental snapshot of our laps in the dim room. He had an obvious and huge tent in his pajama pants and the wetness from my cunt had made the bottom of my cotton shorts noticeably darker. Through the material, you could easily see my camel-toe. It was embarrassing. I stood up quickly, hoping to preserve some dignity and kissed my son’s temple.

“Goodnight, baby,” I said as I scurried out into the kitchen and up the stairs to my bedroom.

“Goodnight, Mom,” he softly called out, his voice deep and calm.

I felt so embarrassed as I walked up the steps in my wet boyshorts as my slippery pussy lips slid against each other. I looked down at my nipples, which were hard and more than noticeable even with the built-in shelf bra. I took a deep breath as I stepped into my bedroom and stepped out of the damp panties immediately and flung them against the wall with my foot.

Calm down. Nothing happened, I told myself and tried to control and slow down my breathing. I looked into the mirror and as ashamed as I felt, I thought I looked great. My cheeks were flushed, pupils dilated. My top hugged my tight little cougar body and stopped just high enough to show off my flat sexy belly. You could barely even see my old C-section scar anymore. It was right above where my pubic hair ended and was just a line of lighter skin.

With my shorts off, I could also see clearly that my labia had gotten engorged and parted of their own accord with my arousal. My skin was glistening from the light perspiration. I raised my arm and checked how I smelled. My body odor was very light, feminine, and inoffensive, but it was there. Mixed with the light and flowery scent of my body wash and the trace of perfume that still lingered, it felt somehow brazenly sexual. I wondered what I smelled like to David. I thought he smelled amazing. Was that weird?

I turned off the overhead light and just put on the little table light next to my bed. I immediately went to the back of my underwear drawer and got out my dildo. I hadn’t masturbated in weeks since David had come home, and I credited that as the only reason for getting so turned-on from being with my son. I just needed to cum.

As I laid down on the bed and spread my legs, I noticed that I hadn’t even closed my bedroom door all the way. There was a good five inch gap and beyond my bedroom I could see nothing but blackness. I continued anyway.

There was no reason for David to be outside my bedroom, my room was the last door on the opposite side of the house. The chances of him walking past and looking in were very low, unless he saw the light from the opened door and chose to come and look into my room.

I figured that was fair.

If he was brave enough, he could come and see what he fucking did to me.

Jesus Christ.. I was so wet, the thick rubber cock slid right into me and my muscles started contracting around it. I was just so turned on, I couldn’t see straight.

Images flooded uncontrollably into my mind. I kept pushing them away. I just wanted to concentrate on my cunt. That was it. That was everything. But for some reason my brain wanted to show me Amanda masturbating. And Robbie watching her. And Robbie masturbating. And Amanda watching him.

No.. I pushed those images away. My cunt was making a vulgar slurping noise as I frantically pumped the toy in and out of my sex. Then I saw myself on my knees, naked, hanging on to a hard dick. Loving on it, sucking it, gagging on it. It was David. It was David’s cock. I was working over my son’s cock with my hand and mouth.

No, Sylvia, I chastised myself even as I continued to fuck myself harder and faster. I cleared my mind. I just wanted to cum. I just wanted to make myself cum. I was getting close.

I saw Amanda climbing over her son, positioning his cock. My best friend had no clothes on, reverse cowgirl, holding her boy’s penis steady as she sat on it. She looked up at me.

I rolled over on all fours, my legs spread and ass up in the air as I imagined my son climbing on top of me and just fucking me.

I tried to catch my moans before they woke up the house. I was cumming. I slammed my free hand down on the bed and balled up the covers in my fist. I audibly gasped, then whimpered as I recklessly conjured images of incest with my son. He was fucking me. He was fucking me and I was cumming. I was cumming really hard. I rode it out.

Breathing heavily, I slowly came down to earth. I was spent. I looked at the bedroom door ajar and the darkness beyond.

David, I’m sorry. I went and peeked out the door as I closed it. I didn’t think he saw anything but still I couldn’t believe I did that.

What are you doing, Sylvia? My rational mind was horrified. My body, on the other hand, was still riding the high from the best and most intense orgasm I’d had in a long time. I took off my sweaty camisole and threw it against the wall of my bedroom next to my underwear. I climbed into bed naked and within minutes I drifted off to a deep sleep.

When I woke up, my alarm was blaring and my bedroom was already filled with the morning sunlight. I looked at my phone and it was already 7:30. I must have hit snooze a few times without realizing it. I got up and scrambled to get ready. I had a video meeting at 8 am and then I had to be at a doctor’s office for a sales call at 10. I was usually an early riser and hated the feeling of rushing around and being late.

As I quickly made up my bed, I found my dildo under the covers and just shoved it under the pillow. I glanced over at my discarded panties and top by the wall. Picturing myself in them around my son now seemed so lewd and inappropriate.

Jesus, Syl. What the fuck was that? You slut.. I chastised myself as I picked up the dirty clothing and put them in the hamper in my large walk-in closet. I selected new underwear, a skirt and blouse, then I made my way to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower.

I washed my body quickly as I knew I didn’t have very much time before I had to be on video conference. I was trying to decide whether or not to wash my hair. No matter what I did, I wouldn’t be looking great on the conference call so I decided to just wash it now, put it up, and then I’d get it figured out before I had to meet my customer later that morning.

I was very anxious about the previous night. In the full light of day, I wasn’t too proud of how I acted and I was hoping that David wasn’t freaked out. I tried to reassure myself.

You guys cuddled. That’s it. And he started it, you just went with it, I told myself. And the cuddling felt really good. He was the one who was clearly and obviously aroused. He probably couldn’t even tell that my shorts were wet. I went back and forth with myself.

He could definitely tell. He could probably smell it, and your panties were soaked enough that your pubes were visible through the fabric..

So what? We both got aroused, it doesn’t matter..

Then you fucked yourself immediately afterward with the door open. Purposely. So your son could see you..

He didn’t see that.. I hope.. I tried to clear my mind. There was nothing I could do to change it, I just had to move forward. I was figuring that the reason was only because I hadn’t masturbated or came in weeks and I was pretty sure I was ovulating. So just my son’s scent and masculine energy was turning me on.

I didn’t do anything, I thought. And that whole stupid idea got triggered from Amanda’s little escapade. She’s the one who came in front of her son, not me..

I made a decision that I would start to masturbate regularly again to keep myself in check and that I would go back on some dating websites and try to find a boyfriend. I need to get my hair done, I thought. And go shopping for sexy clothes. I would redirect my sexual energy into finding a suitable partner.

Once I got into work mode, I was able to stop thinking and worrying about what happened with David. I went through my day and everything went well. I had to order some peripherals and replacement parts for medical equipment for a doctors office and I was close to making a sale on a brand new device for another customer which would net me over ten thousand in commission. So work was going well.

I made an appointment for the following day to get my hair cut and colored. My hair was getting long and it was pretty close to it’s natural dark brown color. I wanted to do something drastic. I wanted to look chic and young and stylish. And I wanted to get a balayage and have lots of highlights. Light brown and all different shades in between to look natural but cute.

I still had a great figure, I knew that. I was quite short and small, and I knew the danger for me was to get too complacent and I could start looking pretty mousy. I was grateful at my age that I had smaller breasts because there really wasn’t very much sag at all. I had a flat stomach and a cute butt. I really should have no problem attracting a man. My face was pretty too. I had a religious moisturizing routine that I usually followed to try and keep at bay the fine lines around my eyes or when I smile. I didn’t look like a twenty year old, but I thought I looked good for my age.

As I was on my way home from my last appointment, I texted David. I casually asked if he planned on having dinner at home or if he had other plans. I wanted to gauge if he was feeling weird or not towards me. He responded that he was grabbing a bite to eat with Robbie and that they would be going into the city that night. He seemed in a normal mood and so I was able to go back into mom mode and tell him not to drink and be careful. He was only 19, but he could pass as older because he was so tall and well-built. Robbie looked a bit younger and would probably get carded. He was probably just going to someone’s apartment anyway, not a bar or club. I knew he had a decent head on his shoulders, and he hadn’t got into much trouble with partying.

I had been texting Amanda throughout the day as well and I knew that she would be going on a date tonight. So we were chatting about that and I encouraged her by telling her how beautiful she was and giving feedback on what she was planning on wearing.

I would be just be home alone that night. I was used to it. I baked salmon for dinner and had a salad to go with it. Amanda was keeping me posted on every detail of her date, whether I wanted it or not. I knew she just needed moral support so I was happy to provide her with positive feedback and encouragement. I had some white wine in the fridge and I poured myself a glass with dinner and had another afterwards.

After dinner, I took my wineglass upstairs to my bedroom and changed out of my work clothes. I put on a comfy t-shirt and yoga pants but when I went to put my work stuff in the hamper I quickly noticed that my clothes from last night weren’t there. The camisole and boyshorts.

That’s weird. I shrugged my shoulders and put my work stuff in the hamper and then I sat on my bed. I sipped my wine as I flipped on the TV in the corner. I was just planning on putting on Grey’s Anatomy and relaxing. But as I continued to consider why my clothes weren’t in the hamper I just couldn’t let it go. Did I just miss them? I went back into the closet, turned on the light, and went through all the clothes in the hamper. There was barely anything in there as I had done my laundry just a few days ago. The camisole and boyshorts weren’t there.

Would David take them? I wondered. Why? I was a bit thrown off that both items were missing and I looked around the room and my bathroom to make sure I didn’t just leave them somewhere else.

I hadn’t been going into David’s room too much since he had gotten home. He did his own laundry and I had always respected his privacy. But I really wanted to see if my hunch was correct that he took those clothes. What would that mean? I gulped down the rest of the wine and left the glass on my night stand before setting out to look in my son’s room.

Just quickly look around and see if they’re there, that’s all. David’s door was closed and his room was a little messy, but not that bad. There were some clothes on the floor and the bed, which was unmade. His laptop was open on his desk but it was off. I scanned the scattered clothes but it was only his stuff. Then I looked on the bed. I moved some things around to get a better look. Right under his pillow I found my stuff. My top and my panties.

So he did take them, I thought. Why? I brought the panties up to my nose. That was why. I prided myself on keeping my lady parts very clean and I didn’t have a strong scent but I did have one. And it was detectable on these. I remembered how wet they were the previous night. The bottom part was completely damp when I took them off. I recalled the sensation of the cool air on my hot slick pussy as soon as I pulled them down my legs. I then smelled my shirt. In the chest area, it still carried the scent of my perfume and in the area under my arms, I could faintly detect my body odor. I hadn’t worn deodorant and I had been sweating a lot. I had kept it on during the whole masturbation session last night. Still, it wasn’t very strong or gross or anything. I recalled seeing a documentary or video where researchers showed that men were attracted to the scent of some female body odor, especially a female that was ovulating. So what did this all mean?

David was getting off to sniffing my underwear. I was surprised on one hand, just because he seemed so mature and this was very much a teenage boy move. I recalled that I had thought my panties had gone missing mysteriously before a couple times, but never really investigated it too much so I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to take them back because then he’d know I had been in there and that I knew. I thought that would be too awkward, so I would just wait and let him return them in his own time. I kind of wanted to chalk it up to raging boy hormones and leave it at that. But last night had happened. My curiosity was too much.

I glanced at his laptop. I remembered that I knew his password last winter because I needed to use his computer to print something when mine wasn’t working. If he hadn’t changed it, I could look at his computer and see his internet browser history. Did I want to do that?

I noticed my palms were sweaty and my heart rate was rising. I put the clothes back under his pillow and went to his laptop. I tapped the space bar and it came to life, no password even necessary. He had a browser open with multiple tabs. Facebook, Reddit, Youtube. There was some stuff about baseball and some video game stuff. Then I looked at the bottom and saw there was another window that had been minimized. It was in private browsing mode and multiple tabs were open. There was a couple tabs open of milf porn, and I didn’t fail to notice the milf on display resembled me at least in build and color. The other tabs were even more eye-opening.

One was Literotica, an erotic story website. It was on the Incest/Taboo category and a story was opened. Just quickly scrolling up and glancing through it, I saw it was a mother-son sex story. I felt light headed. He was logged into the site so I knew I could check if he commented on anything. The other tab was r/incestrelationships on Reddit. He was logged in there too. I didn’t want to disrupt anything too much but I could see on the post history that he had looked at and commented on a lot of different types of material on the topic of mother-son incest and milf porn. I took a picture with my phone of his usernames which were basically throwaway names with random numbers. I was going to go back to my room after I put everything back the way it was and see what he had commented. I also took a picture of the story title for the Literotica tab so I could read some of the same story he was reading and gauge where his head was at.

The thought then occurred to me to look at his phone images if they were downloaded from synching his iPhone. I navigated to the library and photos folder. There were tons of images, just random things of him out at parties or hiking. A couple selfies from girls trying to look sexy. Memes and screenshots. Normal stuff. Then I found what I was looking for. Dick pics. I felt myself blushing as I brought up the images full screen, and began to assess my own son’s sexual organ. It was beautifully shaped, colored, well-groomed and big. My mouth was literally watering. I was so ashamed of myself but I was too far down the rabbit hole now to stop. David was smelling my panties, my sex, so I could look at his penis. I could even get off to pictures of his dick the same way he got off to the scent of my pussy, if I wanted to. I pulled up a different browser in private mode and emailed the six or seven dick pics to myself. I put everything back the way it was as best as I could remember and went back to my bedroom.

I was on a mission. I brought out my laptop and went digging. I looked up the reddit username and discovered he had an interest in this topic going back well over a year. I felt myself getting wet. I needed to take off these yoga pants. He had made a long post earlier today which had garnered a lot of feedback.

As I read David’s thoughts I kicked off my panties and laid on my side on the bed in just my t-shirt. My head felt light and I was on arousal auto-pilot. I thought my heart was going to skip out of my chest as I absent-mindedly toyed with my pussy. He started out by describing me physically. He said I was a petite little milf, with a tight, beautiful body and a gorgeous face. He described me as being very feminine, my personality like a little girl, shy but questioning. He described himself accurately as being 6’3″ and towering over me and talked about the physical chemistry we always had as mother and son, being very affectionate, comfortable and loving to each other. It made my heart sing that he felt that way and he went on to talk about how his dad left us and started a new family and how I tried to be strong but he could tell how much it hurt me. He wrote about how he hadn’t seen me dating much at all beyond a couple times early on and it never lasted long and I had never brought a man to the house.

David wrote that he had been attracted to me for as long as he could remember, but he always kept those feelings buried deep down. He never admitted it to anyone or considered anything happening even a possibility. But that had changed this summer. He talked about how our best friends were another mother and son and without using their names described the incident where Robbie caught Amanda masturbating. This had led to Robbie openly discussing how sexy his mother is and how much he wanted to engage sexually with her. David then said he felt safe to open up about his sexual attraction towards me.

In the last paragraph of his post, David relayed his version of what had happened last night. He said that we both watched TV together and were cuddling like lovers and were both clearly aroused. That was true. He then wrote about how I went to my room, left the door open and masturbated. He said he listened for a minute but wasn’t brave enough to go in. But he looked in and saw me bottomless, my ass in the air, fucking myself with a dildo. I felt my face getting red hot as I imagined the sight. I was so embarrassed and turned on.

He was asking the forum if they thought that was an invitation from me to have sex. Also, he was asking for advice in general on how to take things further without risking damaging our relationship if it turned out I didn’t return his feelings.

It was exhilarating to read how attracted my son was to me, and how much he thought about me sexually but it was also actually scary to read it all in black and white. This had gone further and faster than I ever could have imagined. My son and I both trying to reconcile these sexual thoughts and feelings with our established mother- son relationship.

I won’t lie- it felt amazing that I could turn on my son so much. And my son was objectively hot. I felt validated as a woman that I was able to inspire feelings of lust in him and I wanted to keep going with that. I wanted to cuddle with him and feel close to him, and to make him hard and to get excited myself. I liked the idea that he masturbated over me. But I also felt real fear and anxiety that I was losing control. I was losing control over my sexuality and my behavior. Just reading how my actions were interpreted by him was an eye opener. Did I really want to allow my own son to fuck me? More than allow him, did I want to participate in real sexuality activity with him? Did I want to commit incest? Is this really an option? What authority as a mother would I have after that? The idea excited me beyond anything I had ever known, but I didn’t know if I could even handle it.

This was real. This wasn’t just a fantasy. My son and I were sexually attracted to each other. Wasn’t that not supposed to happen? I kept having to close my eyes, stop reading, stop thinking and just attack my clit for minutes at a time. I was so wet, it felt like the whole bottom half of my body was soaked. I was so turned on, I felt delirious. I also felt a growing fear that Pandora’s box had already been opened, and I couldn’t do anything to change it.

Our little family was just two people. I thought about holidays where we chose not to travel hectically back and forth between different relatives. It was just us. I remember cuddling one Christmas eve when he was in high school, after dinner. There was nothing sexual about it, but it was so loving and beautiful and safe. There was always a twinge of sadness on holidays since my husband left, but it made my love for David all the more total. He was everything. It was such a strange feeling to be here with my naked cunt out, masturbating over thoughts of David fucking me.

The comments to his post ran the full spectrum of possible feedback, and I read all of it. Some people questioned my son’s reading of the situation. Some said that he should just go for it, and one comment suggested to try to set up a mother- son orgy with our friends. He upvoted that one. Most of the feedback was encouraging.

A couple that interested me were supposedly from mothers who claimed to be in a relationship with their sons. Both put forward that he needed to consider how wrong it is considered by most and by society and how difficult it is psychologically for a mother to make the choice to fuck her own son. The first one said to be patient and keep being affectionate and to let me open up to him in my own time. The second one said the opposite. She put forward the idea that as bad as I may want it, I would be hesitant to make that choice and that he needed to be decisive when the time was right. She wrote how grateful she was that her son came on to her, basically forced himself on her and took choice out of the equation. He came into her room one morning in just a towel while she was masturbating. He ignored her protests and started eating her out. When he stood up, the towel had fallen away and she watched her son slip his dick into her. After months of struggling with her feelings, it satisfied a deep need to let go of all the responsibility and just to be in it, experiencing it and loving every second of it. ‘It’ in this context meaning incest. Meaning actually fucking her own son.

Fucking incest. Who am I? I asked myself as I flailed my fingers helplessly over my slippery clit.

One comment that he upvoted suggested to leave clues his mom could find that made it clear he wanted sex, such as taking my panties to masturbate with and leaving incest porn up on the computer.

Damn. That’s exactly what happened. The only card I held was that he didn’t know for sure that I saw it. But he might, depending on how he had arranged things in his room and if I left things close enough to how they were.

Why does that even matter at this point? I asked myself. We are going to fuck. I knew that. My cunt was on fire. I wanted that. I didn’t feel I even had a choice. David and I were attractive people. A beautiful woman and a hot young man. Both in our sexual prime. We were living together and shared an intimate closeness. I rolled on my back and pointed my toes in the air as I continued playing with myself. I closed my eyes tightly and imagined his body over mine. It would be the most natural thing in the world for us to get naked, touch, display our bodies and our aroused genitalia to each other, and make a connection. The only choice I had to consider was how to fuck my son “responsibly” while maintaining some level of dignity and control.

We were both single. I knew that I wasn’t okay with cheating. The wounds from my divorce were still fresh. I didn’t want to just submit to be my son’s private cum-slut, or a masturbation tool, while he dated other girls. I wanted to be his girlfriend. And I also wanted to stay his mom. Maybe that sounded crazy, but that’s how I needed it to be..

How does that make sense, Sylvia? I asked myself. You want him to fuck you and only you? His Mother?

“Yes..” I answered out loud in a gasp. I brought up one of David’s dick pics, memorized it, closed my eyes. I had fished out the dildo from under my pillow and started fucking myself with it.

“I can give him everything… I can give him everything..” I was moaning under my breath as I imagined all the ways I could fuck him, suck him, and make him cum. I knew it was unrealistic and probably not right for him to be mine forever and I couldn’t expect or want that, but it could be that way right now. I had not been very sexually adventurous in my life to that point. At all.

I felt like I owed it to myself to do this. David wanted me. He was actively planning how to get me into bed with him. All I had to do was just be open to it and let it happen. I had no doubt that it would be the best sex I’d ever had, and that if I did this, it would be the defining moment in my whole sexual life. All the shame, guilt and fear was turning into fuel for the fire. The hurt and pain I felt from my husband leaving and starting a new family went deep. But we had made a son. And he loved me. He wanted me.

I can let go of everything, I thought as I brought myself closer to orgasm. I imagined David on top of me, looking into my eyes as we fucked. “Daviiiid..” I moaned louder. ” David, baby… you’re gonna make Mommy cum… you’re gonna make your mom cum, baby..” I kept repeating myself louder and louder as I approached my climax. I knew I was alone in the house. I bucked uncontrollably as I went into a powerful full-body orgasm.

“ooooooohhhhhhhh ffffffFUCK!” I screamed so loud it hurt my voice. I was writhing on the bed, splashing my pussy juice all over my belly, ass and thighs. I had taken the dildo out and sucked my juices off of it as I lazily kept playing with my clit.

I felt a deep catharsis in the afterglow of that orgasm. I had made a decision. I would fuck my son.

The next day, I had my hair appointment and then went to Amanda’s afterwards to lay out by the pool. I wore my favorite orange colored bikini and halter top with this cute floral trim. Amanda complimented me on my hair as we met up in her kitchen. I thanked her and asked her how her date went.

“Oh, it went good. I had a nice time, he’s very handsome. He didn’t come inside though, he kissed me on the cheek so I don’t really know what happened,” she said and then she bit her lip. “You know Robbie and David were in the city last night so it would have been perfect for me to have him come in. I guess he didn’t like me.”

“He’s an idiot,” I said. “You’re beautiful. Maybe he is just old fashioned and was trying to be respectful.”

“We’ll see,” she said doubtfully. “I’m certainly not going to go out of my way to call him.”

Amanda and I got our wineglasses and walked outside to lay by the pool. I was feeling extra sexy with my new hair and my new-found confidence that my hot stud of a son was lusting after me. Even though he didn’t use their names, it was clear from reading David’s post that Robbie was also lusting after Amanda and the two boys were discussing how to seduce us.

I didn’t feel as sure as I felt the night before, when I would have shouted from the rooftops that I was going to fuck my son, but still I was really interested in the possibilities. I couldn’t help but think about it and felt like my body had already made up its mind and I was just trapped in my head trying to rationalize what was already inevitable. I wanted to gauge where Amanda’s head was at. I wanted to see how open she was to thinking about it, if she had noticed anything with Robbie.

“How is Robbie?” I asked her.

“He’s good. He’s been doing the lifeguard thing and you know him and David always have a party to go to, or the city or something going on. But its great to have him home for a while. He didn’t even spend last summer here so its been a while.”

“Oh yeah,” I remembered. “He stayed with his dad on Long Island, David went up there a few times. Are you guys getting to spend any time together? How has he been after the, ummm, incident.” I giggled, shifting my eyebrows at my friend. I was referring to her getting caught masturbating by her son. The thing that arguably started all this sexual stuff with the boys in the first place.

“Welllll,” she laughed, embarassed. “He was actually really mature about it. I still can’t believe that happened.” She covered her mouth, thinking for a moment before going on, “Things have pretty much gone back to normal. He hasn’t been weird or anything towards me.”

“Well that’s good,” I said. “I mean, its embarrassing but you didn’t even do anything wrong. You’re allowed to masturbate, you’re a healthy woman. You thought you had the house to yourself.”

Amanda looked at me thoughtfully. “I have noticed…” she began, then paused. She seemed unsure of herself, but then looked down and continued, “He has been looking at me differently it seems like. I’ve caught him basically checking out my body. Not in a weird way really, just like a young man with hormones I guess.”

“I’m sure,” I said, trying to keep myself from giggling. “Its probably hard for him to get that image out of his head.” David even told me that Robbie said that. “You are a beautiful woman.”

“I’m his mom. I’m sure he doesn’t think of me in that way.”

“You just said you see him checking out your body,” I countered.

“I didn’t mean it like that. Its not sexual or anything like that.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. A lot of boys have a thing for their mothers,” I said, cautiously, trying to draw her out into a more frank conversation of what was going on. “I’ve noticed looks from David too and he didn’t see me moaning and masturbating.”

“Shut up!” she threw back. She put her head in her hands and chuckled. “I still can’t believe that happened. Its so embarrassing.”

“I can almost guarantee that he’s jerked off thinking about you.” I threw it out there. It was the truth and she knew it.

“Don’t joke about that!” Amanda yelped. She looked kind of angry and shocked. I decided to take a different tact. I wasn’t going to tease, I would just confess. She was my best friend after all. I needed to talk to someone.

“I’m not joking,” I told her. I made sure to make eye contact with her to let her know I wasn’t joking. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“Since David came back home from school, I’ve noticed that my panties have been going missing from my dirty clothes.” I looked down. Just saying these words out loud was making me question myself and feel very embarrassed. Am I crazy?

“What? I don’t understand..” she said.

“He’s taking my used panties and using them to jerk off.” I answered sheepishly.

“Using them how?”

“I assume he’s.. sniffing them. They are used.” I said, embarrassed. “That’s not all, though. I was confused about it, so I went on his computer and snooped a little bit.”

“Oh God. That’s not a good idea,” my friend said. “You know he’s looking at porn. Why do you want to see that?” She was starting to seem agitated and I wondered how much more I should say.

“Amanda..” I looked her dead in the eyes. “He looks at incest stuff. Mother and son. Like, exclusively. The only thing he’s getting off to. Well, that and my used panties.”

“Oh my God. I can’t believe there is porn like that.”

“Seriously? There’s a lot of stuff like that. A ton. He goes to these forums where people talk about seducing their moms or seducing their sons. I don’t know if its all fake or what, but there is a lot of it out there.”

“See?” she said. “Nothing good can come from looking at a teenager’s internet history. What are you going to do?”

“I’m not gonna say anything to him. How can I? I can’t do anything.” This wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. Amanda didn’t seem excited, she didn’t seem intrigued. She seemed concerned. I was really starting to question myself. What was I thinking? What kind of mother am I? I was actually considering having sex with my own son. I came over here thinking I’m gonna get her to fuck her son too? I was feeling seriously ashamed. “Its fucking with my head, Amanda.”

“I can imagine,” she said. “Are you going to hide your panties so he can’t take them?”

“No,” I said. “And the fucked up thing…” I stopped. I felt like I needed to admit at least how much I was struggling with this. I wanted this. I had the most powerful, craziest orgasm of my life the previous night, thinking about David. I was so ashamed of myself but then going back, thinking about the tent in his pajamas as we cuddled on the couch, about his beautiful cock pictures, about the way he talked about me on his post. I knew if and when he came onto me, I was giving in. I felt like a deer trapped in headlights. I was getting turned on again, but saying these things out loud to Amanda was making me so ashamed and fearful. It was a weird feeling.

“Sylvia?” She said, eliciting me to continue.

“Knowing this and seeing him looking at me..” I swallowed. “It makes my panties fucking soaked.” I hung my head in shame. I felt strange to be on the verge of crying but also needing so bad to play with my clit. I could see that my labia had engorged and had started lewdly sucking my bikini bottoms up into my wet slit. Embarrassingly, the orange material turned darker and just made it totally obvious that I was getting ridiculously wet again.

“Fuck..” I heard my friend whisper. We stayed silent for a while. I was just staring down, confused. Amanda was looking away.

“I don’t know what to do,” I finally said, my voice breaking.

“Do you feel safe there?”

“Yes. Its not that.. That’s not what I mean.” I answered. “Its not him that scares me.”

“What do you mean, Syl?”

“Its what I’m feeling. I’m a bad mother,” I admitted.

“You’re a good mother. You didn’t do anything. What are you talking about?” I didn’t even know what to say. I stayed quiet. “Syl, I love you, I’m not gonna judge you, you can tell me.” She hugged me.

“Amanda,” I started crying as I hugged her back. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop masturbating over it. I feel like I’m losing my mind.” The weight of what was going on was hitting me. I had come there knowing I wanted to have sex with David but now I was filled with uncertainty. I wanted my friend to understand, but she didn’t. I wanted approval, validation. I didn’t know if she could give that to me.

“Can you do something for me?” I asked her. “Look at Robbie’s computer..”

“I can’t do that. He keeps it in his room. There’s probably passwords.”

“Just try.”

“I don’t want to invade his privacy. There’s no reason for me to do that, Syl. Why do you want me to?”

“David’s stuff was just up on there. Easy to find, like he wanted me to see it if I looked. And on the forums, people are always suggesting leaving stuff on your computer for your mom to find as a way to test the waters.”

“I don’t want to test the waters. I don’t want to know.”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I said, giving up.

“Its okay. But maybe you should talk to someone. And David too.”

“Like therapy? I don’t know.” I didn’t want therapy! “I don’t think I could do that. It’d be out in the open. I couldn’t.”

“I’m here for you,” Amanda said. “Just relax. You need to set boundaries for David. Don’t let him take your underwear and masturbate with it. That’s not right. Are you getting it back?”

“Yeah. He puts it back. I can’t say anything to him.”

“Then keep it away from him.”

“Then he’ll know I know..”

“Alright. Just don’t think about it. He’ll be going back to school. Its probably just a phase.”

I felt stupid. The panties thing wasn’t the point I was trying to get across. He only took my underwear once that I knew about, which was yesterday, following our snuggle session which I conveniently left out. I just dropped it. I was starting to feel like I had made an ass out of myself, and I wanted to leave.

I wrapped my floral sarong around my waist and put on my sunglasses. I gathered up my purse and put on my sandals. Amanda was trying to be a good friend and saying things like, “Don’t dwell on it,” and “Call me if you need to talk.” I thanked her and gave her a hug and kiss goodbye, and tried to act normal. I was embarrassed that I had admitted to my friend that I had masturbated about my son and her reaction was telling me to seek therapy.

As I went out to my car, Robbie was just getting home. We passed each other and said hello, as I looked him over from behind my sunglasses. He was a very handsome boy, athletic and confident. But he wasn’t like my David. My son was a man; tall, broad shoulders, powerful chest. He had a chiseled jaw and hypnotic green- brown eyes. As I drove home, I mulled over my feelings.

If you saw David and I on the street, holding hands, you wouldn’t think anything of it. I looked younger, at least my body did, and he looked older. Robbie and Amanda would look like a boy with his mother. Maybe what was right for David and me wasn’t right for everyone. Maybe it wasn’t even right for us either, I didn’t know. Why was I even considering this?

I figured I was just lonely and starved for sex. I’d taken up marathon masturbation sessions as a way of life before David came home for the summer. I had just gotten triggered by the thought of unconditional love combined with passionate, fulfilling sex and the taboo of doing something secret and forbidden. It was silly.

I can’t fuck David. I can’t have sex with my son. Sylvia, you crazy bitch, I thought and laughed out loud.

I pulled into my driveway and saw that David was home. I was feeling a little self conscious because I was wearing just a bikini and sarong. I had gotten my hair done, but now it was just pulled up in a loose bun. I didn’t have any makeup on and I had been crying a little bit.

As I walked in, I saw David in the kitchen eating some chicken and veggies. He looked like he had just came from the gym.

“Hey Mom,” he said.

“Hey baby. How was the city?” I asked as I got myself a bottle of water from the fridge.

“It was fun. We just went to a club and then a few of us crashed at Emily’s dad’s apartment.” He said, then paused. I was kind of in my own head, so I didn’t say anything. David continued, “I didn’t really drink much. I didn’t want to be hungover or anything today.”

“I know. I trust you,” I said. I walked over and kissed his cheek. I tousled his short, thick hair.

“You got your hair done?” he asked. “It looks lighter.”

“Yep,” I said, beaming. “I know its up right now, but wait til you see it. The cut is really cute.”

“You always look really cute, Mom.” He had gotten up and was washing his plate in the sink. I was leaning against the counter, drinking from my water bottle.

“Aww. Thank you. You’re looking good too, muscle man,” I teased him, but was inwardly embarrassed. That was such a ‘mom’ thing to say. “I gotta go up and shower. You going out again tonight?” I asked.

“No, I think I’m just gonna relax tonight.”

“Okay. See you later.” I walked up the stairs and went to my bedroom. I wondered if he was looking and I caught myself putting a little extra wiggle in my hips as I walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my bedroom.

I saw the laptop on the bed and remembered how I had masturbated the previous night. I opened it and typed in the password. I was greeted by one of the pictures I had stolen from David’s computer. My son’s dick pics. That I hadn’t bothered to even close out of. Before putting it away, I noted that he had his pubic hair trimmed short and neat. I removed the sarong and my bikini and looked at the patch I had above my own sex. I always kept it neat and trimmed as well, and I thought it looked cute. It was comfortable and not much fuss. Sometimes, however, I did like to shave it all off. It just felt clean and nice to be smooth and have my underwear or bikini bottoms against the bare skin. So as I got into the shower, I grabbed my razor and decided to just take it all off.

I tried to keep my head out of the water because I usually tried to go a couple days before washing it after getting any color done. I was happy that it didn’t smell too strong. Sometimes after getting my hair done, it was all I could smell for days afterward. I washed the rest of my body, luxuriating in my moisturizing body wash all over my now totally smooth body. I pictured David’s dick glistening with my juices as he fucked me. I definitely needed to cum.

That was going to be my plan. I would turn in early and just masturbate all night in my bedroom. I dried myself off and applied some anti-aging moisturizer to my face and lotion to my skin. I walked back into the bedroom naked and picked up my phone which I had left on the bed. I had a couple texts from Amanda just reiterating that she was there for me if I needed to talk.

I had a new text from David.

Would you want to watch another episode of that show tonight? If you’re staying in too.

My heart was in my throat. I looked at myself in the mirror. Naked. Shaved and smooth. I sprayed a mist of my perfume and walked into it. I didn’t respond right away as I thought about my options.

I was so horny. Part of me wanted to just masturbate. The last time I watched Netflix and cuddled with my son, we both were turned on. Now, I had seen his laptop. I had seen my panties and my shirt in his room. I knew David at the very least fantasized about having sex with me. Whether he would escalate things or not, I didn’t know. What I did know was that I was barely in control of my own actions I was so excited. I felt high. I had started applying makeup to my face without even realizing it. Trying to keep it looking natural and like I didn’t have makeup, but accentuating my features in just the right ways. I wanted to look pretty for him. The best thing I could have done for myself was to tell him I was tired and I just wanted to turn in early. I was trying to fix my hair as best as I could to make it look cute. I picked up the phone and replied back.

I’m really tired baby. I think I just wanna stay in bed tonight.

As soon as I hit send, I started to have second thoughts. I started typing again.

Would you wanna just watch it in here on my tv??

As soon as I hit send on that one, I was shaking. Did I really just say that? Why? I was trying to think of a way to get out of it when my son texted me back.

Sure. I’m just getting out of the shower too. Just let me know when you’re ready.

I saw the “…” that he was typing more. I was going through my underwear drawer looking for the right ones to wear.

If you’re too tired, we don’t have to do it tonight.

He had given me the out. Did I want to take it? I put on my pink Body by Victoria sheer boyshort panties with floral lace. I turned around and checked my ass in the mirror. Even though they were boyshorts, the bottom part was thong-ish and half of my ass was showing. It looked sexy as hell. Behind the floral patterns, they were see-through as well. You could clearly see my camel-toe by the shape of how tight the material hugged my pussy lips. And you could see through the sheer panties that I was completely shaved. No way I could wear these around my son. Unless..

I looked at his text again.

If you’re too tired, we don’t have to do it tonight.

We don’t have to do it tonight.. Fuck? I knew he didn’t mean it that way. But maybe it was a double meaning. I did just invite him to my bedroom.

I discarded the white and blue striped tank top I was going to wear, and got out a black satin cami. It went down a little lower than the tank top. It was sexy, but it looked somehow a little less vulgar and more graceful. This is just what a Mommy wears to sleep, I thought.

I made up the bed and put all the pillows against the headboard so we could sit up. I found my toy underneath one of the pillows and put it back in my underwear drawer. The lamps on either side of my bed had smaller light bulbs underneath the main one in the body of the lamp that kind of mimicked candlelight and gave the room a warm glow. I turned the TV on and brought up Netflix. I tried to steady my breathing. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good. My nipples were hard. I opened my bedroom door then went back to my bathroom. I texted David.

I’m just going to brush my teeth, baby. You can come in a couple minutes.

I brushed my teeth and just tried to clear my head and calm down. This didn’t need to be anything weird. My son and I were allowed to watch a show together and enjoy each others’ company. We were allowed to cuddle and be affectionate. Are you allowed to get naked and fuck?

I cleaned my mouth until it tasted minty fresh. A picture formed in my mind of us kissing open-mouthed. I shook it away for a moment until another image flashed in my mind of us french kissing again, this time naked. I pushed it out of my mind even as my heart started reacting. As I walked back into the bedroom, I saw David walking in through the open doorway.

“Hey,” he said calmly as I walked towards the bed and picked up the smart TV remote. He was wearing a tight white v-neck t-shirt and maroon pajama pants. I had gotten them for him for Christmas the previous year. They were Ralph Lauren. They were an ultra-soft thin cotton and judging from a quick glance at his bulge, I didn’t think he had anything on underneath them.

“Hey,” I said back as I handed him the remote. I tried to smile as I made eye contact with him but I was too nervous. I was actually terrified. I must have looked like a deer in headlights. I turned my back to him and crawled onto the bed. I was trying to behave modestly but I knew I probably just gave him a nice look at my ass, and my sheer pink panties.

I got on the far side of the bed and sat up against the headboard. He got next to me in the bed and started clicking through the Netflix menu. I took a sip of water from the Poland Spring on my night table. David found our show and hit play. It was a little awkward because we hadn’t even said anything. We were just sitting next to each other. I saw him look at me but I kept my eyes on the TV.

“Your hair looks good, Mom,” he said. I looked at my son and made eye contact with him. I smiled.

“Thanks baby.”

“You want to cuddle?” he asked as he put his arm around me.

“Yeah,” I sighed. I leaned into his shoulder and chest. He smelled so good. Whatever fragrances he used were light and just right. The perfect blend of clean and masculine.

I started feeling more at ease. It wasn’t even sexual. I just loved feeling close to my son like this. He was young and strong and his presence just made me feel safe. I nuzzled into his body and entwined our legs together down the length of the bed. I reached my right hand over and just placed it on his strong chest.

This just felt good. It just felt right. Feeling my son’s heart beating. Hearing and feeling his soft breathing and trying to time mine to match his. I found my hand lightly grazing his torso. I was in awe of his firm muscles and flat stomach. As my hand crept down, I saw his bulge stirring and starting to fill out. I placed my hand on his thigh. The hand he had around me caressed my arm, then my side.

The show went on. I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t really have a concept of how much time was passing. Before I knew it, the credits were playing. I wasn’t ready to be done.

“Want to watch another episode, baby?” I squeaked out. He kissed my forehead.


Netflix automatically had the next episode begin, so we didn’t have to move. After a while, I felt David starting to stir a little bit. I nuzzled my head against his shoulder. I didn’t want him to get up.

“Mom,” he said quietly. “I’m starting to feel warm.” It was warm. I was feeling warm too. “Do you mind if I take off my shirt?”

“No,” I whispered, “that’s okay.” I picked myself up and backed off of him a little. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and helped him take it off. He looked amazing. He reached back around me and I came back into our cuddle, now feeling his warm skin against my face. I brought my hand back up and I just couldn’t help rubbing him all over softly and slowly. His arm had got down to my hip and as he slowly caressed me, making my cami ride up and exposing my sheer pink panties.

The show was just background noise, the only thing in my world was our breathing, our hearts beating. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my son’s dick had become fully erect, tenting his thin pajamas. He definitely wasn’t wearing anything under them because as I looked, I could see a dark spot forming on the tip of his penis, leaking precum.

I had always loved the taste of precum. The light saltiness and the texture of it on my tongue and lips as I explored a hard, aroused cock with my mouth. I hadn’t felt or tasted that in a long time. The one in front of me now was probably the most beautiful and most perfect of all the cocks I would ever see. I knew it would taste the best.

I must have been just obviously gawking at the tent in my son’s pajamas, because he started talking again.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” He said it so calmly and confidently that he didn’t really sound sorry at all. “I hope that its not making you uncomfortable.” He caressed my side with his hand and turned his head to smell and kiss my head.

“No, baby,” I said softly as I shook my head slowly from side to side, pressing it against him so he could feel it. I pressed my hand firmly on his abs, inches from his hard penis. “You’re a nineteen year old boy,” I said and I lifted my head off of him so I could look at his face. “Its natural. You don’t need to be embarrassed with me. I’m your mom.”

I meant it. That was the truth. We met each others’ eyes. He started sitting up and pushed me back. His far arm reached around and touched my naked thigh, gently pushing it, guiding it up and opening my legs.

“I can’t help it,” he said. I wondered if he meant he couldn’t help getting hard or he couldn’t help what he was doing now. Pushing my legs open.

“It’s okay,” I said softly.

I bent my knee and set my foot on the bed. His hand glided firmly up and down on my inner thigh. I could feel the air on the material of my panties as my legs spread.

I had no choice but to close my eyes. My forehead slowly went forward against his, our lips inches from one another.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you I was wet, too?” I whispered. I turned my head away slightly, otherwise I think we would have started kissing and making out.

“Yeah,” my son answered. His hand was gliding down my thigh, further and further. Closer and closer. After I had turned my head, he shifted his body forward in order to look down between my thighs.

I’m not sure what he could see. It was dim in the bedroom, and I didn’t think that the sheer lacy material discolored that much from being wet. But I had told him I was wet. And there was the warmth emanating from my sex, maybe a light barely detectable scent of my arousal. I was fucking turned on.

Then his hand dropped. Slowly and deliberately. His whole palm cupped my sex. He felt the warmth emanating from it. He felt my wetness. I rocked my hips and pressed against his hand.

Ohh God.. A second later, I had grasped onto his powerful cock through his pajamas and just held it. It was rock hard. Pulsing. He pressed his palm against my damp mound, increasing the pressure on the area around my clit. We were breathing heavily into each others’ face. We were about to kiss.

“Mom?” David sighed. I opened my hand from around his erection and softly rubbed my palm on the underside of his cock and balls.

“It’s okay, baby,” I whispered slowly as I massaged his male parts. I rocked my pussy against his hand. “It’s okay,” Our mouths closed in and our lips touched. Softly, slowly and gently. My mouth parted and my son licked my tongue. I licked his back. Again and again. At the same time his hand went beneath the waistband of my panties and made contact with my wet, naked cunt.

“Jesus, Mom,” he moaned, reacting to feeling my shaved, smooth and soaking wet pussy. I pressed my tongue hard into his, stifling a whimper. As I tasted my son’s mouth, I reached beneath his pants and grasped onto his naked cock.

We were kissing. I was kissing my own son passionately, and he was kissing me back, savoring every second. We were touching each others’ sex. It was surreal. I pushed his pajamas down his thighs, and his cock sprung free. My fingers grazed up and down his length as we kissed. One of his fingers had slipped between my slick pussy lips and was grazing up and down my slit. Suddenly David pulled back. My hand was empty.

I watched my son grab the waistband of my panties and pull them all the way off in one motion as I involuntarily raised my legs and bent my knees. His pajamas were halfway down his legs and he was naked above that, his cock standing straight up. His cock pointing at me.

“David..” I pleaded as he loomed over me. I had spread my legs for him, my feet in the air, my aroused sex pointing straight towards him. “Wait,” I said breathlessly as he positioned his proud, hard cock at my opening. He pressed against me, the underside of his length against my slit, sliding up and down my wetness. He was just going for it, and I found that so hot.

“Mom,” he moaned, “fuck..” I put my hand on top of his hard-on and pressed it down against my pussy to keep him from actually penetrating me. I wouldn’t really have been mad if he just started fucking me. That was going to happen soon, anyway. I didn’t think I could stop it.

“Baby,” I whimpered as our naked genitals rubbed against each other, he as hard and I as wet as I’ve ever felt before. “Wait, please.”

He kept going.

“I’m sorry, Mom” he sighed. “I love you.” We met each others eyes for the first time. Then we both looked down at the sight between our legs. Inches from fucking. Seconds away from committing incest. I watched his dick slide up and down between the folds of my pussy lips. I grasped it and held it in my hand.

“Baby, you’re my son,” I said, my eyes going back and forth between his eyes and his cock. “I love you, David. But..”

I began stroking him. I couldn’t help it. I felt like my mind should have been in turmoil but it wasn’t. His cock looked so powerful in my little hand.

“I’m so proud of you, baby. Of the man you’re becoming.” I looked him dead in the eyes. I slapped his hard dick against my clit a couple times. Exhaling loudly, I went on, “Of the man you’ve become.” I tightened my grip and stroked harder. “We can’t do this or… we need to talk about it, David,” I said, regaining control. “This isn’t just regular sex.” I slowly and deliberately jerked my son as I looked at his face and in his eyes. It felt unreal. My voice was shaking. “I’m your mom. Its incest,” I said in a whisper.

“I know,” David said, looking down.

I felt I had made my point. I’m not totally sure what that point was, though. Maybe it was just to take a second to acknowledge what we were doing. I didn’t want this to be where ‘oh, we just got carried away’ or something. No. If we were going to do this, I wanted us to do it with eyes wide open. As mother and son.

But I still wanted to do it. I really wanted to do it. I felt high.

“I need some water, baby,” I said, letting go of his cock and sitting up. “Let’s go to the kitchen.” My mouth felt dry and I was light-headed. I stood up. My black satin cami fell past my shaved mound and most of my ass. David pulled his pajamas back over his waist and followed me downstairs. I could hear the TV still playing in my room as we descended the stairs.

My legs were wobbly, and I felt almost drunk. David stalked behind me, silently. The kitchen was bathed in blue moonlight like so many other nights before. When I’d come down for a drink of cool water in the middle of the night.

I reached up to get glasses from the cabinet. The cami rode up, exposing my naked ass. I bent over to get the Brita pitcher from the fridge, again aware that I was displaying myself.

“You want any water?” I asked David.


I filled up the glasses too much, because it was hard to see and my hands were shaking. I took my glass and began sipping while stepping towards David to hand him the glass. His chest looked so defined and strong. His face was beautiful. I loved him so much.

My son. My only child. I noticed his pajama bottoms were still tented and there were now several little spots of wetness from precum.

Some water accidentally spilled out of the overfilled glass when I moved. I quenched my thirst then set my glass down on the counter. I grabbed the towel off the oven handle and knelt down to wipe up the water.

On my hands and knees, I felt the cool air on my bottom half as the cami rode up my waist. I knew he was looking at my naked bottom half. I imagined his perspective and what I looked like, on all fours, my ass exposed. It should have taken two seconds to wipe up the little splashes but I stayed down there and looked up at David. He was just looking back at me, sipping his water. I knelt in front of him, putting my hands against his thighs on either side of his hard-on. I moved them slowly, up and down, rubbing his body. I felt up to his firm abs, then gathered my fingers around the waistband of his pajamas and looked up at him. He set his water down.

“Mom..” he pleaded.

“Baby,” I called back in a whisper. I then slowly pulled my son’s pants down, his cock bouncing out proudly and slapping his stomach. Even in the moonlight, I could see glistening precum on the little opening of his erection. I brought the pajamas all the way down and guided his feet, one at a time, to get them off his legs.

My son stood above me completely naked.

“My baby..” I whimpered as I looked up at him.

I put my hands back on his sides and continued caressing up his thighs and his flat stomach. I kissed him on his hip, right next to his cock, on one side and then the other. I looked at my baby’s manhood. It was perfectly formed, perfect proportions. It was beautiful. He had his pubic hair trimmed short. I peppered his skin with kisses and nuzzled my face against the side of his balls. I heard my son breathing heavily as I made intimate contact with him. He smelled clean, like body wash, with just a hint of musk. Something in my senses could detect just by the scent that this was my son and it was driving me crazy. I could feel that I was literally dripping wet. I was savoring the moment and with my hands still caressing his sides, I explored his manhood with all my senses.

I lightly kissed all over his pubic area near the base of his cock, feeling the light and soft stubble of his hair against my chin and cheeks. My kisses got closer and closer to his organ, until the side of my face and my hair were pressed against his cock. There was no stopping what was going to happen. It was inevitable. I moved back again and looked up at David. His eyes opened and met mine immediately, like he had a sixth sense I was looking at him.

“David,” I whimpered. I didn’t really know what else to say. The rational part of my brain was way in the background and I was running only on instinct and emotion. Love and lust.

“Mom,” he moaned softly and placed his hands gently on the back on my head.

I closed my eyes and let it happen, taking the head of my son’s penis into my mouth. My tongue licked up the delicious precum leaking from his slit. My hands still on his side, I drew my lips over the cock head slowly and deliberately, savoring every feeling and every instant. My head moved forward and back, each time taking a little more of my son’s cock into my mouth. My tongue pressed up against the bottom of his shaft, flicking against the tip for more precum each time I withdrew before opening up my lips again and going deeper.

As I moved my head, I could feel it hitting the top of my mouth and then the back of my throat. I sucked and molded my mouth around his cock again and again as I pulled my lips and tongue off of his sex organ, before engulfing it again. Slowly and steadily I increased my rhythm, adding little flourishes here and there, until I was bobbing up and down in the most loving and intense blow job I have ever given.

His hand had firmly grasped a bunch of my hair and he gently guided my head as I worked over his cock. As compromised a position as that was for a mother to be in, I can only describe my feelings of excitement as triumphant. I was doing it. In spite of all the pressures and judgement of society, I had stood up for myself, my sexuality, my womanhood. I was accepting my son was a man now, I was validating his sexuality. I know it sounds strange, but it felt so right. This was something beautiful that my son and I were going to share. In that moment, all the fear and shame leading up to it just became fuel for the fire to burn hotter and brighter.

I brought my hand up to the base of his cock and started working him over with both my hand and mouth. I loved cock. I loved sucking cock.

Why shouldn’t I enjoy my son’s cock? I asked myself. I couldn’t think of a single reason. I made him hard, I reasoned. I deserve his cum.

The more I deepthroated him, the more saliva my mouth created. My eyes even started tearing. I slowed down to catch my breath and just sucked on the head as my hand moved rhythmically. I withdrew my mouth and looked up at David. When I pulled off of him, he opened his eyes and we looked at each other. His chest was still heaving with his heavy breaths. He brought his hand around and stroked my face lovingly.

“I love you, Mom,” he said. I sucked his cock and stroked him as I kept my eyes on him. I wanted to see his reaction. He gasped and his eyes went wide as he stared back at me. I kept going. Finally he had to close his eyes. I sucked him off hard until I felt his balls starting to tighten and become drawn close to his body. I backed off, moving my hand to gently tug and massage his balls while my lips slowed down around his shaft. I kissed the tip as I removed my mouth again and massaged his balls and up the base of his cock. The only thing in my world was my son and his cock. Nothing else mattered.

“I love you, baby,” I whimpered. I was surprised by how high pitch and girly- sounding my voice came out. Hearing my own voice sound like that brought me back to earth. I felt such a deep sense of shame all of the sudden. I couldn’t explain what I was doing. But when I considered stopping, I knew that I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I didn’t want to. “Baby, I’m sorry, I…” I looked at his cock and took in the sight before me and the reality of what I was doing. “I can’t help it..”

“Mom-” he interjected, still breathing heavily.

“I’m not a slut,” I said with sincerity, continuing to massage his balls and cock. I was choosing to do this. “I haven’t been with anyone like this for such a long time. Since Daddy left. No one makes me feel…” I wasn’t sure what I was trying to convey to him, but I felt the need to explain myself. I had been looking at his dick but I looked back up at his face.

“I’m falling for you,” I admitted. “This is so hard, as a mother… I’m so ashamed. But I need this, baby.” I squeezed his cock in my hand. He looked back at me thoughtfully, playing with my hair and caressing my face with both hands. “I read what you wrote about me.” I started kissing up the entire length of his penis. “It got me wet and I masturbated.” I licked all the way up his cock and sucked on the tip for a moment before asking, “You really think I’m pretty?”

“Mom, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. No one else comes close,” he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to stand up. I felt dizzy. He held me in his arms and his cock pressed against my stomach. “I think of you every time I cum. Ever since I was old enough to get hard.” I shivered.

He kissed my forehead and then led me by the hand past the counter into the living room. He gestured for me to sit back on the couch. It felt so surreal to be in my familiar living room, in the dark, my eyes adjusted to the blue moonlight, with my naked son. My boy. His cock bobbed up and down as he moved to help me sit. Its like I was in another dimension.

“I wanna make you cum, Mom,” he said as I opened my knees instinctively and placed my feet on the couch. I looked down at myself spread before him. My lips were engorged and open, my shaved mound and inner thighs glistening and slick with my pussy juice. I had shaved and tried to be perfect for him. I knew this was going to happen. I had never been more aroused in my life, I felt like I was floating in a dream. It didn’t feel real. My nipples were so hard, poking against the satin of my nightwear. I pushed the straps off my shoulders and pulled my cami down to let it bunch up around my waist.

“No,” David said. I looked up at him, not understanding. “Take this off, Mom.” He had grabbed my cami and began pulling it off. I raised my arms to help him. It went past my head then onto the floor. When I opened my eyes, I saw cock. I zoomed back out and saw his whole body and his face. I’d never seen that expression before on my son. I looked down at my own body, now fully naked.

Fuck. I’m naked, I thought. A mother and her son as they really are, no hiding, no clothes. A man and woman. David knelt down in front of the couch, staring mesmerized at my aroused genitalia.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Mom, look at you,” he said as he drew closer, glancing between my pussy and my eyes. I looked at my own pussy.

“Look at me,” I repeated, in a daze. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Look at what you did to me, baby. Look at what you did to mommy..” I whispered.

He kissed my thigh. He put his hands on my legs and looked me in the eyes as he crept closer. He kissed my other thigh. I could feel my pussy literally dripping and going down the crack of my ass.

“Fuck, Mom,” was all he was able to gasp before he went in. He pushed my thighs back. His tongue went flat, like he was licking an ice cream cone, as he lapped up my entire sex in one long motion, from my puckered little asshole up my whole slit until he made contact with my achingly sensitive clit.

I yelped involuntarily. It was so intense. I balled up my hand and punched back into the couch.

“Ohhh, God!” I wailed, surprising myself with my high pitch and volume as it echoed through the quiet house. I became aware of every sound, our breathing, the barely audible TV on upstairs, the squeaking of the leather couch. I bucked my hips, pressing my sex against my son’s mouth in rhythm with his head. I was so sensitive and so turned on. My son was lapping up my pussy and clit so perfectly I knew I was just going to cum immediately if he kept going like this. I felt the heat rise to my chest and face. I considered trying to change things up, or push him off so I could savor the feeling and delay my orgasm, but too quickly I had passed the point of no return. I leaned into it.

“No, David,” I whined breathlessly. “Stop it. I’m gonna cum in your face.” David sped up the movement of his tongue. I could hear him sucking up my juice there was so much. “Fuck!” I cried as I felt my orgasm building from somewhere deep inside of me. “Ohhh, god!” I knew it was going to be huge. I had never been this excited before. My brain was swirling. My son. All those years, he was my little boy. Now he stood before me a man. Grown. With a big hard cock. Hard because of me. I was his mom. A mousy little mom. A shy little girl inside but my son opened me up sexually. Now I was naked for him and he was eating me out in the family room and making me cum. My son was licking on my clit and I was about to cum.

“Ooohh no.. fuck!” I squealed right before going over the edge. The event horizon. My world collapsed in on itself and I fell out of time. I was cumming for my son. My sex was in his face. There was no hiding anymore. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and held on. My face tightened and I opened my mouth but no sounds came out.

Who am I? My mind was blown. The most intense orgasm of my life was ripping through me and my son was not letting up. I may have felt wetness spray out of my cunt right in his face. I was done. I just gave up. I rolled my head back and just went for the ride as I came and came and came.

I can’t even explain how I felt. I was so alive. I was so ashamed. In perfect clarity I saw myself as if I was outside my body, looking down at the scene in our living room. I had never been a wild girl, and now I was a slutty naked milf about to fuck my own son. He would have kept going but I pushed him off.

He stood up as I was still shaking hard in the aftermath of my orgasm, my head back and eyes closed. Mind blown. David grabbed my hips and positioned me. I was his. The whole bottom half of my body was soaked. He pushed his dick against my cunt, the underside gliding between my slick pussy lips. I was starting to come back down to earth. It was too intense. I couldn’t take it. I opened my eyes and looked at my son. He was looking at our sex organs. He looked almost painfully aroused.

We needed to work some shit out. Right here, right now. David must have sensed me looking at him because he looked up at me. I made a whimpering face, pleading for him to take mercy on me.

“Daavid,” I whined. He wouldn’t. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them back behind my head as he climbed over me and started humping against me. Our wet, slippery genitals were sliding all over each other. Finally, he went a little further back and his cock head caught the opening of my cunt. He stopped and slowed. His dick was in me now. Just the head and he pulled all the way out. Then back in.

I had cum before we even started and I was so sensitive it was unreal. I felt every nerve ending and every millimeter of our sex. My son was all the way on top of me, but he wasn’t putting weight on me, he was holding himself up. He was fully in control. I had submitted.

I had fully submitted sexually to my son and as ashamed as I was, it felt right. We were just following our instincts. Millennia of women submitting to sex with a powerful male. It doesn’t matter that he’s my son.

No, it does. What mother who is being honest with herself doesn’t want to sire an alpha male? What woman wouldn’t want to make her own perfect man that will one day come back to her, his eyes burning with a lifelong need as he dominates her, strips her naked, makes her cum, fucks her, and owns her? I realized this was beyond right and wrong as I felt my son’s powerful, hard cock penetrate me, a little deeper with each thrust. Then the heartbreaking emptiness as he slid his manhood all the way out. Again and again. It was the best feeling in the world to have him inside me as I gripped him tight with my pussy muscles, and the worst emptiness when he withdrew.

He is teasing me. He wants me to beg for it. I wanted to grab his ass when he thrust inside to keep him in me, but he had my hands pinned behind my head with one of his strong arms.

I started bucking my hips, and he started matching me and soon we were just fucking. The world was only cock and cunt, and sweat and skin. The familiar scents of my son and myself were amplified. Sexualized. I bucked.

We were mother and son. Naked. Smashing our sex organs into each other. We were connecting. Intimately, as a man and a woman. No clothes, no guilt, no shame. No. That’s wrong. I was ashamed. But that was part of it. It made me vulnerable. It made me wet. David placed his face under my arm and was inhaling deeply as he drove his cock wildly into me. He was getting off on his mommy’s smell.

We were being animals. I was profoundly ashamed of my sexuality, of our sexuality, of where our instincts had brought us. But I was in awe of the power of those instincts. The intensity, the emotional volatility, and the sheer joy and pleasure of committing incest with my own child were soul shattering. World changing. I knew I would not be the same person.

David let go of my wrists to better hold himself up. The rhythm of our sex was spinning out of control. I fought to keep my hips in time as I felt raw pleasure growing past my sex and threatening to engulf my whole body. I was going to cum again, I could feel it building. I had nowhere to go. My head was spinning with hormones, ungodly amounts of dopamine and endorphins. I was beyond high. I was having sex with my son.

“You’re fucking me..” I moaned. David responded by thrusting harder, faster. “You’re fucking me!” I cried. He kept going. I now had use of my hands and I wrapped them around his body. His whole back was covered in sweat. I realized that I was too as I become aware of the feeling of my sweat-soaked, naked skin sliding on the leather couch. I was delirious. I pushed my head back and looked at him.

“David, you’re fucking me,” I whispered. I could see the strain and determination in my son’s face. He really knew how to fuck. I could feel my facial expression morph as my orgasm built. It probably looked very exaggerated, like I was about to cry. I was moaning uncontrollably as I looked at my baby, it was just too intense. I pressed his forehead against mine and closed my eyes, before whimpering incoherently. “Holy shit.. You’re gonna make me cum again.. Goddamn it… I’m gonna cum on your dick, baby… What the fuck?? Mommy’s cumming on your fucking dick, David.. Jesus Christ…” My voice was breaking as it oscillated from whispers to loud moans. My legs had somehow gotten pushed back and my feet were in the air, and he was hitting my G-spot with every thrust.

I started cumming. I felt my pussy squeezing my son’s cock, gripping it like a vice. I inhaled sharply as I felt my cunt squirting on my son’s belly. I let out a high pitch whine I wasn’t even in control of until I bit into his shoulder right above his chest to stifle it. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t help it. Another, even more powerful orgasm was ripping through my whole body. I was biting down hard. My son moaned. My eyes were closed but all I could see was white light. He kept fucking me faster and faster, as my cunt milked his cock, holding on for dear life. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t cum yet. My mind was blown. My body went limp. He finally slowed down.

I was completely drenched. My son had broken me. I couldn’t catch my breath.

David lazily grabbed my arms and again pinned then behind my head as he kept pumping in and out of me slowly. He leaned down and buried his face under one of my arms and then the other, moaning as he breathed in my scent. He must be a smell person. It seemed like it was getting him off. I hadn’t worn deodorant, and I was covered in sweat. My body odor as I grew older was very mild. It wasn’t very strong at all. I understood why he loved it because I loved his. I just let him do what he wanted. I was his.

“You still love me, baby?” I asked. David came up for air.

“Mommm..” he groaned breathlessly. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.” He leaned in and we shared a passionate kiss. His mouth tasted hot. Young. He tasted like my son. My body knew it. “I love you, Mom,” he said between our tongues playing.

“Show me,” I pleaded. “Cum for me, baby. I need it.” I started thrusting my hips back against him, having recovered slightly from my orgasm. My head still felt like it was floating, jacked up on so much dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins. “You made me cum so much, I wanna make you cum.”

I pushed him back. He was exhausted. So was I. But I wanted to ride him. I wanted to make my son cum like he did for me. I got him to sit normally on the couch while I straddled him. There was sweat and bodily fluids all over the leather seat. I pushed my shaved pussy against the length of David’s dick, back and forth. It was still so wet that it just slid right in without us having to use our hands at all. My knees were taking my weight and I leaned forward against my son, offering him my breasts as I rode him. He licked his lips so they were wet, then he started working on my nipples. He sucked on them lightly, teasing them until they got harder. I just felt like I was in heaven as I connected with David. We were naked and having sex. I looked down and my heart swelled with joy as my son latched on to my nipple and sucked on it.

“Mommy’s here, baby,” I whispered and placed a hand on the back of his head. “Cum for me, David.” I was bouncing up and down on his cock slowly. He started bucking his hips, increasing the tempo. We started fucking hard again. It felt so good. I had been sweating so much, all the hair that touched my shoulders was completely wet. Our bodies were just soaked at this point. David held me up by my ass and was pumping into me. We got into a good rhythm but I was starting to get sore and hoping he would cum soon. I hadn’t had sex in a long time, and my vagina was not used to fucking like this. As soon as David started to seem like he was getting close, I pushed myself off him and got on my knees in front of him. I sucked his dick hard and worked it over with my hands, mouth and tongue all in one motion. He started to buck. I sped up.

“Mommm,” he groaned. I was completely surprised by the force of his seed as it shot out. Then I was surprised that he just kept cumming. Pulse after pulse of his orgasm was flooding my mouth with more cum. I just had to start swallowing. It tasted salty, sweet and familiar. His cum tasted exactly like his dad’s. That was a strange thought to have in the moment. “Mommm,” David moaned as his orgasm began to subside. I am his Mom, I thought.

I thought about David’s father, my husband. What would he think of this?

Your ex- husband. He doesn’t get a say, I thought. Still, David was part me and part him. But it was weird to think of it that way because he was his own unique person, very different from both of us. I swallowed David’s cum and cleaned his cock slowly with my lips. I gave him some time to come down. His erection barely subsided. It was still mostly hard. He looked dumbstruck.

“David..” I said hesitantly as I finally stood up. He looked up at me. I bit my bottom lip as I surveyed the scene of the living room. My eyes had adjusted to the moonlight and I could pretty much see everything. I could see David’s face clearly. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No,” he answered breathlessly. “Mom, no.” He stood up. “That was the single best thing I’ve ever done. You are so fucking beautiful.” He took me in his arms and started kissing me, soothing my doubts. He was more than a full head taller then me so he had to bend down to kiss me. Just his size and presence felt reassuring to me. I smiled at him.

“I think that was the best thing I’ve ever done too.” I kissed him. Our sticky, sweaty bodies came together and I felt his half-hard penis rub along my stomach. “My son knows how to fuck,” I said mischievously, giggling.

“Mom, you’re so beautiful,” David said as he caressed my face. “And you’re a beautiful person.” He kissed my forehead then pulled back to look at me. “Mom, you deserve to have great sex and to have someone meet your needs and make you feel good.” He kissed my lips and pulled me tighter into him, our naked bodies swaying together as he continued. “That’s all I want, Mom. To be there for you. As a man. You deserve that, Mom. You don’t need to be ashamed of that.” Tears started forming in my eyes. Whether it was from fear or joy, I couldn’t tell. Probably a mix of both. I was just overwhelmed with emotion. “I’m always going to be here for you,” David said and I felt his cock hardening again against my belly. “You’re a good mother. You deserve to feel good. We can make each other feel good. I love you, don’t worry about anyone else. Its time for you to think about what you want.” He kissed me passionately. Our tongues swirled together.

“Its hard baby,” I said. “I feel like a slut. I’ve never done anything like that before in my life.” I looked up at him, pleading. “That was by far the most intense sex I’ve ever had.” I bit my lower lip. “I want… I want to be your girlfriend.” David looked surprised. I wasn’t even sure what I meant by that. “Is that fucked up?”

“Not to me,” he said as he started to lead us towards the stairs. “Lets go sleep in my room. You can be my girlfriend.” He put his arm around my naked body as we walked up the stairs. “But I’m still calling you Mom.”

“I am Mom,” I said, smiling as I kissed him. I broke off from him and scurried to my bedroom quickly to turn out the lights. The TV at some point had shut itself off. I wonder how long we were fucking? My sense of time was pretty distorted. David had followed me slowly and stood in the doorway. His cock had partially softened and hung heavily in front of him. His chest and torso were perfect. He was strong and muscular but in a kind of natural way, not like some vain body builder who starves themselves for perfect abs. I grabbed my cell phone and glanced at the time. It was a little past midnight.

I left my room and followed David to his. This would be a unique experience. I had never slept in his room. We got into his bed under the covers. It smelled so good in there. I loved the smell of clean sheets. I loved the smell of my son. His hair, his skin, everything. He laid on his back with his arm around me, while I laid on my side, resting my head on his chest and my hand on his stomach. I draped my leg over his. My head was spinning, but I was so exhausted I drifted to sleep quickly.


It was one of the most memorable and surreal moments of my life to wake up in the morning light as it illuminated my son’s bedroom. David was spooning me, and both of us were naked in his bed. It wasn’t a dream. It wasn’t a fantasy.

This is real.

I silently extricated myself from David’s arms and turned over to face him. He was still in a deep sleep. I brought the covers down to our waists. I wanted to look at our bodies. I wanted to be able to just look down and see his cock. I caressed his body- his arms, his chest and stomach. I looked over my son and marveled at what a perfect example of the male form he was. Even if we never had sex again, I would treasure the experience we shared for the rest of my life. But something told me it would happen again. And again. I became so excited and happy at that thought.

I was really no longer that conflicted about it. My love for him was too strong and the sex was too good for me to ever deny him. I wouldn’t deny myself either. I laid there and looked at my son’s face. I saw in his features both his father and me. I remembered the night he was conceived. How strange it was that as a mother you can bring another life into being. I reflected on his birth and childhood. His father leaving us. I looked down at both of our naked bodies. They were the same exact shade of fair skin, lightly tanned.

My heart swelled with pride at the thought of David wanting me, lusting for me, and then going for it. Making it happen. What a beautiful gift for a son to give his mother.. to make her feel wanted and beautiful. To seduce her, get her naked.. fuck her with his young hard cock..

And make her cum…

I played with the line of hair from his navel to his crotch. The treasure trail. He kept all his pubic hair trimmed short and it was perfect. It was long enough to not be stubbly but soft. It was short enough to look neat and clean but manly. I looked down at my bare pubic area, which I had shaved on a whim. I thought back to David eating me out on the couch downstairs.

Holy shit.. That was so fucking amazing..

I didn’t have any doubt or fear anymore. David had told me that he had always wanted me, ever since he was old enough to have those feelings. Attraction. Desire. Lust. I knew he wouldn’t change his mind about what we had done.

The only question now was how to make it work, and I knew we could figure that out. This was our little family of two, this was our home. It was no one’s business what happened here between us, how we connected and expressed our love. I touched my son’s penis and lightly ran my fingers up and down his length before softly cupping his warm balls. The physical sensation brought it to life, and before my very eyes I watched it lengthen and grow. I was mesmerized. I can’t say enough how beautiful my son’s penis was. The perfect size, shape, and proportions.

God made this from me, and for me. I counted my blessings. The stars had aligned just right in order for my son and I to experience this rare and powerful dimension of love. Most mothers would never orgasm on their son’s cock, or taste his cum. Nor should they. But for David and I, it felt right. He wanted me, he came after me, and I felt after everything I’d been through, I deserved this. My fingers glided up and down on my son’s beautiful cock and before long it was rock hard.

I couldn’t help it. I had to put it in my mouth. I shuffled down and moved the blanket lower, down his thighs. I nudged David so he was lying on his back, still mostly asleep. I lowered my head and started sucking on his dick. My tongue swirled around the head, then up and down the tip, anxiously trying to extract the precum I found to be so delicious. I then felt a hand on my head, pushing my hair back behind my ears and out of my face.

He’s awake.

I engulfed his cock slowly all the way down to the base. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I resisted the urge to gag. I sucked as I pulled my head back up, coating my son’s dick in saliva. I could taste the sex from last night. My pussy and the scent of man and musk. Mother and son. It was dirty, hot and amazing. I was on my knees, my ass was facing away and I spread my legs to be able to feel the air on my pussy. I was so ridiculously wet. I moved my hands to brace myself up and bobbed just my head up and down on David’s cock. He had gathered up all my hair into his fist, pulling it up and pushing me down. I sucked and slurped and swirled my tongue as he guided my head around. It was an amazing feeling, and I reveled in it.

He was letting me be a woman, and I loved it. I went down all the way again, almost gagging on it, before sucking tightly as I worked my way back up. I opened my watery eyes to look at him and he looked back at me for a moment before closing his eyes in pleasure as I continued the blow job.

“Mom..” he moaned softly as I sucked up and down on his penis. The skin was silky soft but his cock and arousal was so hard. It was mind-blowing.

“Mommy..” David whimpered. Hearing him say that sent shock waves through my body and directly to my throbbing clit and my aching, wet pussy. It felt electric. I felt alive in a way I never thought I’d experience again. It was like discovering sex for the first time again. And in a way it was.

I was discovering incest.

Before I could even react, David had pushed me off of him and flipped me on my back and pinned my arms behind my head. My legs were spread for him, and his spit-covered dick probed my wet sex.

“David..” I whimpered and looked in his eyes. I nodded as he stared back and plunged his cock into me.

Mother and son. Man and woman. Pussy and cock. And we just connect. It’s love.. Fuck.. Why is that so wrong?

“I love the way you smell, Mom..” he said as he leaned his face into my underarms. “Fuck..” he groaned as he inhaled my scent and began to fuck me.

“It’s okay..” I whispered. “It’s because I’m your mom, baby..” I closed my eyes and just reveled in the feelings of intimacy and love. I gripped his penis with my pussy muscles and felt ashamed that I had been so thoroughly conquered. My son’s balls were slapping against my ass rhythmically as my pussy milked him. I raised this boy and now he’s fucking me. It was devastating. But I loved it. He started kissing my shoulders and neck and before long he got to my mouth. I was trying to avoid kissing him at first because I hadn’t brushed my teeth, but he stuck his tongue in and I opened my mouth.

We were kissing passionately and my mind was swirling. Every taste, every smell, every sensation was turned up to eleven. My dopamine was surging to all corners of my body.

“David,” I said as we broke our kiss. “Baby…” We looked into each others’ eyes as we pumped our hot, wet genitals into each other, focusing on the pleasure coming from our sex. I looked at the expression on his face and I wondered what mine looked like. I loved him so much. I could feel my face going into an O face, like I was going to cry. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cum. I need this…

“Cum in me,” I said as I looked in my son’s eyes. “Can you cum for me?” I pleaded. “Can you cum for mommy, baby..”

He groaned but kept his eyes on me as he sped up. He was fucking me uncontrollably and I could feel the bed actually lift off the floor and inch across the room. We were moaning and looking at each other. I gripped his cock tight with my pussy and felt a huge orgasm coming. Our lower bellies and pubic areas slapped into each other.

“Mom, I’m gonna cum..”

“Cum, baby, its okay,” I cried. He let out an animalistic groan and pounded me harder and harder. I could feel my son’s dick spasming as it shot load after load, filling me, and it triggered my own orgasm. I started moaning and I matched his volume. The biggest fucking orgasm of my life was soon ripping through me violently and I started spasming. I was seeing stars. I was blacking out. I was wailing so loud as I felt myself just being filled completely with cum. With my son’s cum. Holy shit..

He collapsed on top of me and I held his sweaty body against mine for a long time. Our heavy breathing matched each others’ and I concentrated on slowing it down. I could feel the endorphin high swimming through my head and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I was on a cloud. I was in heaven. The exertion and release had made him fall asleep. I untangled myself and scurried to my bedroom. I felt David’s cum streaming down my legs.

I saw his t-shirt and my panties on the bed and remembered the night before. It was only hours ago but everything had changed. Our lives had changed. I was a different person.

I went into the bathroom and started a shower. I needed to wash the cum out of me. I wasn’t on the pill, I had no reason to be, and I had just had completely unprotected sex with my own son. My only son. My only child. My little boy. I had sex with him. I looked down. I shaved my pussy for him.

I watched as I scooped giant gobs of cum out of me and the water rinsed it away. Where do I go from here? I wondered. I stayed in the shower for a long time, turning up the heat more and more as I got acclimated to it. As my high from sex started leveling out, my mind began spinning with questions and worries.

What if David wakes up and is disgusted with himself? What if he wants to have sex again? What if someone finds out?

What if I get pregnant? I shuddered. But I also started feeling aroused again. I decided to just clear my mind. What happened had happened, and honestly it was, hands down, the best sex I ever had. But I really did feel like I needed time to cool off and think. And I needed to talk to David at some point and make sure he knows he can’t tell anyone. He can’t tell Robbie.

Are you gonna tell Amanda? I asked myself.

No way.

I got cleaned up and decided to go out and run some errands. I had to drop in at some doctor’s offices for work and then do some shopping. As I passed David’s room, I glanced inside and saw he wasn’t there. Then I descended the stairs, hoping I wouldn’t bump into him. He wasn’t down there either, but my satin nightie was in the living room and his pajama pants were in the kitchen. On the couch I could see white stains on the leather from our dried sex fluids.

Yeah. That happened.

I went through my errands and tried the best that I could not to think about what had happened, but that’s much easier said than done. Honestly, I knew I really didn’t have much control. My son was hot and he turned me on. If he wanted to fuck me, I would let him. But I was scared about the fallout. I could imagine a hundred different ways this could blow up in my face. He may already have told Robbie.

That was another thing. I didn’t know what to say to Amanda. I didn’t think she’d understand but she might. I wondered if something like that would be possible with her and Robbie. I knew he wanted it. David had told me. Robbie had seen his mother naked and masturbating. According to him, she kept going and came while looking at him. According to her, she saw him as she was cumming and soon stopped.

I’m not that good of a liar. She’d probably be able to tell something was up if this subject with our sons ever came up. I had already admitted to her that I had seen things on my son’s browser history. I admitted it made me wet. I wasn’t sure how to handle things now. I decided I should avoid her if possible.

I’m not going to lie. The fantasy of Amanda and I fucking our sons together had been swimming through my mind before David and I had even fucked. Now that that had happened, it was a frightening and arousing prospect.

I had always thought of Amanda as the more sexually adventurous one out of the two of us. If I was susceptible to an indiscretion like this, maybe she could be too. I knew it would make me feel so much better if there was someone I could talk to about it. Another person who knew how this felt. How it felt to get naked and have sex with her own son. To look in his eyes and cum on his dick.

It was really good, I have to say. It was intense.

I also wasn’t feeling so sure how to act anymore at home and around David. I had crossed the line and then some. I was reeling from the shame of it.

And how does he feel? Is he just one hundred percent okay with having sex with his own mother? I knew that he had lusted after me and had actually been the one who came on to me, but I was open to it. I’m the parent. I’m not some college slut that should be just spreading my legs because he flirts with me.

I asked to be his girlfriend, I remembered, cringing. And he agreed. Am I just a sexual conquest? He seduced his own mom. Would boys brag about something like that?

No, he loves you, Sylvia.

I’m a young, divorced mom. Certainly this isn’t the first time an attractive mother and son succumbed to temptation and sinned together? That doesn’t make it right..

I struggled deeply with my thoughts and feelings as I tried to go through my day. I kept resolving to not do it again, but then I’d remember how beautiful it was and how not conflicted I felt while doing it. How I felt excited in the days leading up to it. I had made up my mind to fuck him before it even happened.

But I’d be lying if I said that today I wasn’t shaken. What kind of mother am I? I was so ashamed, so guilty. I was scared that I had ruined my relationship with my son. I had abused my authority as a parent, he would see that at some point and look down on me for it.

Later in the afternoon I got a text from David.

Hey Mom. You ok?

Yeah. I’m ok. Thank you for asking.

I’ve been thinking about you all day..

I’ve been thinking a lot too. Can we talk tonight?

Yeah of course..

There was a few minutes pause between texts. I could see him typing and then stop multiple times.

Are you regretting what we did?

I don’t know. Its just a lot to process baby. I’m embarrassed. As a mother, I need to be stronger than that..


I’m weak, baby. Please forgive me. I’ve just been so lonely.

I hope you don’t mean that..

I didn’t know what to say. I did mean it. But also, it was beautiful. He was beautiful and connecting with him in that way made me feel more alive than I had felt in years. If not ever..

I guess we’ll talk later, Mom.

My heart sank. I could tell he was upset, but what else could I do? It was the best sex of my life by far but the idea of moving forward with it was something I had trouble even imagining. Would I be living in fear of my secret coming out? Would I be hurting my son and keeping him from future relationships and starting a family of his own?

I can’t do that to him, I thought.

When I got home and pulled into the driveway, I saw that David’s car was there. My nerves were going crazy. As I floated into the house, I saw that nothing had changed from when I left. Our clothes from last night still laid where they had fell. I picked up my nightie from the living room and then his pajama pants from the kitchen before I went upstairs.

David’s door was closed. I quietly tiptoed past and put his pajamas against the door on the floor. I went into my bedroom and shut the door. I needed a shower. I had been running around all day and I needed to clear my head. Also, my anxiety tended to make me sweat.

My shower was long and hot. I was trying to clean all my shame and guilt away but it didn’t work. I was scared to face David. I washed my hair and my face. At a certain point, the water pressure changed a little bit. That usually indicated we were both showering at the same time.

As I got out, I went through my routine of lotioning up my body. My hair was wet and I just combed it back behind my head. I didn’t put on any makeup or deodorant, as I was just planning on sleeping. I brushed my teeth and stared at myself in the mirror, trying to think of what I could say to David. After I finished rinsing my mouth, I put on my thick, terrycloth robe. I went and sat on my bed and stared into space for a while.

Then there was a knock on my door.

“Mom? Can I come in?” It was my son.

“Yeah, uh..” I stuttered as I stood up to get the door but it opened before I got there. David stood in my doorway, hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. His muscular body glowing after his shower. He was beautiful. He really was a man now.

“Mom, before you say anything, I want to say something first.”

“Okay,” I agreed.

“You aren’t weak.”

I looked at him confused.

“What you said earlier. You’re not weak, Mom.” He stepped closer to me. “You asked me to forgive you because you were weak and lonely. I don’t think it was weakness at all though.”


“You’re strong, Mom. You got on your knees last night in the kitchen and pulled my pants down and sucked my cock. You did that. You woke me up this morning and climbed on top of me and came on my dick. I can’t even imagine the strength it took for you, as a mother, to stand up for yourself and what you need, in the face of society and what everyone says is wrong..” I couldn’t look at him. I looked at the floor, at my feet. “And do what you know is right.”

“How can it be right, baby?” I questioned. “I’m your mom..” I whispered. “I started feeling really ashamed today. I can’t talk to anyone about it. You’re my son..” I whimpered. “You were my baby boy, I remember holding you in my arms. I raised you.”

“And you did a good job, Mom. But I’m a man. I wanna take care of you now. You’re beautiful. I want to make you feel safe and happy. You’re a sexual person, I saw that side of you last night and this morning. I don’t know what changed. You deserve to be able to express yourself sexually, freely, and not be ashamed. It was mind-blowing seeing you like that last night and this morning.” He looked down for a second then back up and made eye contact with me. “Having sex with you.. Getting naked with my own mom who I love. Who I’ve always loved.. and just.. connecting like that. It was so fucking beautiful, so fucking good.”

“It was,” I admitted. I was stunned by his passion and emotion. I was getting turned on. “David, the sex was amazing.” I could feel myself getting wet. I knew there was no use resisting it, but I went on. “Baby, I’m 42 years old. I can’t give you what you need.” I pretended not to notice that the top of my robe opened up as I moved my arms behind my back absentmindedly.

“Let me worry about what I need. What about what you need?” David replied. “Dad left us, now we have to make our own way. You haven’t remarried, you’ve barely even dated.” I looked down. I wanted to cry suddenly. He didn’t stop. “You just come in here alone and masturbate. For years. You fuck yourself with a dildo, Mom.” I looked up at him defiantly when he said that, tears forming in my eyes. David stepped closer towards me, reaching out and untying my robe. I backed up till I got to the bed. He let his towel fall and stood before me naked. His beautiful cock bounced up and down. It was hard. “You deserve more than that, don’t you think?” he asked as he parted my robe and exposed my body.

“Yeah,” I answered meekly.

“I’m here for you, Mom. I love you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t want or need anyone else.”

“I can’t ask that of you,” I said, whining. But I did ask that of him. Last night. I knew he had won, though. I just felt I had to keep playing it out. “You deserve a life. A girl your own age and a family one day.” I looked at his cock and felt my mouth watering.

“You deserve a real cock,” he said, contracting his muscles, making his erection bounce. “Not a plastic one.” I was shocked by his boldness. “And a man that loves you, worships you, makes you cum.” He stepped closer and I had nowhere to back up to, so I climbed backward onto the bed. My robe fell away from my torso and I was very much aware that I was displaying my shaved, clean pussy to my son. I could feel that my labia were engorged and my cunt was wet, opening up on its own accord. “Let me make you cum.”

“I can’t let you do that, baby,” I said. But I didn’t cover myself. My legs were open.

“You don’t have to let me, Mom,” David said as he climbed over me on the bed.

“You’d rape me?” I asked. My heart was beating out of my chest. My pussy was soaked.

“Gently,” he answered as he hands made contact and caressed my thighs, coaxing them to open more. “But yeah.”

“Oh,” I said breathlessly. My hips started rocking involuntarily.

“Because I know you need it.” He positioned himself between my legs and then guided his cock to touch my clit. “Let go of all the responsibility.” He slapped his cock head against my clit multiple times and I moaned. “Its on me, Mom.. Just let go..” He ran the underside of his cock against my slit and all I could hear was our breathing. And my heart pounding. The tip of his penis found the entrance of my wet cunt.

I let out a deep sigh. We were still. He didn’t move.

Here I was again. I reached down and put my hand on his abdomen while I caught my breath. “David..” I pleaded.

“Look, Mom.” I followed his eyes down and we looked between our legs at our genitals. “Its just us. Its just you and me.” He slid his cock inside me and I gripped it with my pussy. Then he brought it all the way back out. It was glistening with my juices.

“Baby..” I whined. I couldn’t believe how powerless I was with him. He slid his cock back in slowly. “You made Mommy fucking wet.” I put my arms around him to pull him closer. David bent down and put his weight on his elbows as I spread my legs wide and rolled my hips back. All the while he was going slowly in an out.

“Fuck, Mom,” David gasped. “How are you so tight?” He situated himself above me to hold up his upper body, planting kisses on the nape of my neck. His pace increased and our bottom halves collided, our pubic mounds slapping together. Mine was shaved bare, his was trimmed short. And just beneath that was our sex organs, engorged and wet. He was bottoming out, hitting a really deep and really good spot.

“Holy shit!” I squeaked. “Right there, baby.” My voice was ragged and breathless. “Keep fucking me.” I was spinning out of control. “Keep fucking mommy,” I moaned. David’s pace increased more and more and he was using his arms around my shoulders to bounce me up and down on his cock. He started making more and more animalistic groaning sounds. “Baby.. fffuck..” I moaned and kept moaning. I couldn’t help it. No one had ever fucked me like this. The bed was shaking, moving across the floor. A massive orgasm was building from deep inside me.

“Mommm,” David whined as he fucked wildly, with everything he had.

“Oh, shhhhhit!” I shrieked, my voice cracking as I felt my pussy squirting against my son’s lower belly. I was cumming. I started wailing uncontrollably. I bit into David’s shoulder to keep my mouth occupied and stifle my moans.

My son growled and groaned and fucked me harder. I was seeing stars and almost blacking out. My orgasm was ripping through my body. He grabbed my arms and slammed them above my head as he bucked and groaned.

“I’m cumming..” He barely got out the words between his ragged breaths. “MMMmmommm..” I could feel my pussy spasming and gripping his dick as it pulsed. I was milking his cock.

We rode out our orgasms and my son collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily.

I was floating on clouds of dopamine, endorphins, oxytocin. I could get used to this. I played with my son’s hair as he laid on top of and inside me. I could get addicted to this. I think I already am…

Fuck, I thought. I’m in over my head.

I needed to wash my pussy out and I needed to get back on birth control. Like, yesterday. I looked down at our naked bodies as I untangled myself. David pulled his cock out and I could see a stream of white cum ooze out behind it and onto the inside of my robe beneath me. He saw it too.

“I love you, Mom,” David said sheepishly.

“I love you too, baby.” I stared at him. He was so attractive and manly. “Please don’t hurt me, David,” I said. “You’re all I have.”

“I won’t, Mom.” He hugged me tight, but I wriggled away.

I rinsed myself out in the shower, dried off, and returned to bed. My son and I took turns licking and sucking each other before we fucked again and fell asleep. I told him I planned on getting on birth control and had him cum in my mouth.

The next couple days we fucked like newlyweds. I got my doctor to call in a prescription for birth control and began taking it.

Having sex with your son is a surreal experience. Not only is it intense physically, but it is intense emotionally. My life had changed completely and instantly, and I really had no one besides my son to talk to about it. And we did talk.

I made it known that I didn’t want to hold him back from meeting someone and having a life and a family of his own, but also that I wasn’t okay with him sleeping with other girls while me and him were being intimate together. David said he wanted me and only me which was nice to hear but also a little bit concerning because I didn’t know how that would work in the future. We agreed to continue exploring our relationship physically until he went back to school and then we’d figure out where we would go from there.

I had my doubts, fears, and feelings of guilt and shame. But that all kind of melted away when we were together. The sex was just so good, so mindblowing and it was getting better and better as my son and I got to know each other more intimately. David was almost constantly hard for me and I loved it. He could make me instantly wet with a look, a touch or a sly comment.

I had been trying to avoid Amanda because I didn’t know what to say and I knew she’d be able to tell something was up. But a few days after David and I began having sex, she hadn’t called or texted me either so I just shot her a text and asked if everything was alright. She responded by asking me to come over and saying she needed to talk. This made me nervous and I asked David if he had told Robbie that we had been sleeping together but he said he hadn’t. I wondered if Amanda and her son had began a sexual relationship too. That would be a trip, I thought. Picturing it in my mind made me wet, I have to admit.

When I got to Amanda’s house, she seemed very anxious and led me into the living room where we sat on her sectional sofa right at the V area looking right at each other. She held my hand and began speaking.

“I did what you asked,” she said, looking me dead in the eyes. “I snooped on my son’s laptop and all hell broke loose.”

“What did you see?” I asked, remembering how I had come over there last time and admitted how I got horny and masturbated over all the mother-son stuff I found on David’s laptop.

“Well, he had a picture of me in a bikini right on the desktop,” she began, “And his search history was full of like hundreds and hundreds of Mother- Son sex stories, pictures, movies, discussion sites. That was the craziest part, what he wrote on forums and stuff. I really went down the rabbit hole, Syl. He wrote about catching me masturbating and he wrote about our relationship and how he doesn’t feel close to me because there’s this sexual thing between us and we aren’t acknowledging it.”

I squeezed her hand and tried to be understanding, but I didn’t say anything right away. I felt like she had more to say. She was looking around the room nervously before she continued.

“I’m so embarrassed. I know you won’t judge me because of what you told me the other day. I can’t explain why exactly because I’d never do anything like that but I just got so turned on.” Amanda had a pained look on her face and then whispered, “I started masturbating in his room as I was reading all of this.”

“Shit..” I said.

“And he basically caught me.”


“He didn’t actually see me, but it was obvious that’s what I was doing and he confronted me.”

“When?” I asked. “What did he say?”

“It was a couple of days ago. And he was acting like there’s some big elephant in the room that there’s something sexual between us and I was masturbating in his room and I found my dirty panties under his pillow and took them back..” Amanda was talking a mile a minute and I was trying to keep up. “Then he came to my room and said something was missing and we argued a bit about what I saw but I eventually gave him the panties I was wearing earlier. I walked in on him like five minutes later jerking off with them and he didn’t stop. He was just naked with his big erection and my underwear like, ‘Come and get it.”

“Fuck..” I whispered under my breath.

“I know you were going through something similar with David,” she said. “Robbie is being kind of aggressive and its making me feel so.. weird,” She looked me in the eyes and started whispering again, “I’ve been playing with myself like nonstop since this happened and reading shit online, I’m so confused. I made an appointment to go to a therapist tomorrow.”

“Jesus, Mandy,” I said after a long pause. “Are you going to tell the therapist all that? I’d be afraid to.”

“I already crossed the line, didn’t I?” Amanda asked, looking down.

“I don’t know. I’m in the same boat pretty much,” I admitted without saying how much. “I feel like I’m losing control.” I looked at my friend and tried to communicate with my eyes that I understood her feelings.

“What are we gonna do, Syl?”

“Well…” I said, thinking. The hamster wheel in my mind was churning overtime. “Why don’t we get our minds off of it today? We can go to a spa. Just treat ourselves and relax today. Tomorrow, you are going to see the therapist so there is no use worrying today.”

I was too scared to just be honest with her about me and David, but I could definitely relate to the conflicted feelings and thoughts she was having now. And the sexual need and hunger she was wrestling with.

“I don’t know, Syl, I really don’t feel like doing anything,” she responded.

“That’s why you should. Look, I just got a ten thousand dollar commission check. Lets go to the spa, and then go shopping. My treat,” I insisted. “You told me this stuff for a reason, I’ve been going through the same kind of feelings.”

I called to set up the appointment while Amanda got ready. I got us manicures, pedicures, massages, and a brazilian wax. I texted David while she was in the bathroom.

Hey baby.. I’m going to the spa with Amanda. There’s some tension with her and Robbie and she’s a little flustered.

Ok, Mom.

Yeah I heard about that..

From Robbie?


You didn’t tell him about us, right?

No, I didn’t.

Sorry.. Just checking.

Its ok.

What are you saying to Mrs. LaRusso?

I’m just seeing where she is at mentally. I actually admitted to her before anything ever happened with us that I had looked on your computer and how that made me feel.

Hmm. Do you think Rob has a chance?

Honestly.. I don’t know. They have a different relationship than you and me.

I told him I’d text him later on, once I’d talked to her more. Amanda was where I was almost a week ago, the last time I was at her house. I was very vulnerable, if I remember correctly, and that was the night my son peeled off my panties while we were watching TV. Maybe she’s that close too, I thought. She reached out for help, after all, but what kind of help could I give? Help to get her naked and cumming on her son’s hard dick? The thought made me extremely aroused, but I really couldn’t risk telling her my secret, so I just decided to play it cool for now. But I knew I would love to be able to share this secret with my best friend. I would love to have another mom with me on this journey going down the same road with her son.

As we drove to the spa, I was saying we should plan to go down the shore this weekend and get away from the boys, get a hotel room and have a night on the town. She was just going along with it but didn’t seem enthusiastic.

“Come on, Mandy. We could be cougars. We should go down to the beach where no one knows us, get glammed up and strut around in our bikinis. It’ll feel good to be sexy and get some attention,” I said.

“I guess so,” Amanda answered. “Honestly, I may need more than that, like a one night stand or something because I feel so confused about all this.”

We arrived at the spa and got started with our pedicures.

“I know what you mean,” I admitted. “I read what David had wrote about me and like, the depth of his feelings. It’s extremely confusing. He had taken my panties to masturbate with too. It effected me, I was trying to tell you the other day, but I masturbated over it.” I was whispering so the ladies doing our pedicures couldn’t hear, but I made eye contact with one and she definitely knew I was talking about sex, but I didn’t want her to know what kind of sex. I waited till she stepped away and whispered, “That’s gonna fuck with any mother’s head. Knowing how our sons feel. And they aren’t little boys anymore.”

“No, they aren’t,” Amanda said seriously. She became quiet for a while but then spoke up. “It being just a fantasy or porn or something to get off to is one thing. It wouldn’t bother me too much. Even the panties thing. But like, Robbie wants me. He made it clear. And my reaction to it is what is really throwing me. I didn’t tell you everything.”

“What is it? You can tell me,” I said.

“Being faced with the real thing, that my son is into me, I had such a deep physical reaction it was scary. My panties were just flooded wet instantly, I was burning with shame and before I even knew what was happening I naked in my son’s room playing with myself for hours until he came home from work and then I ran off into my room to hide. Like… What? I even gave him fresh, wet panties to use to jerk off. I’m encouraging him in spite of myself. Like I made an appointment with the therapist but I also barged into his room while he was naked and jerking off and..” she said as she threw her hands in the air, “just seeing his cock..” I saw tears forming in her eyes. “Am I that lonely? Am I that much of a slut? I walk in on my son and I’m salivating over his dick.”

“Holy shit,” I whispered.

“Yeah, Syl.. It’s bad. And I can’t tell if all the stuff online is just fantasy or real.”

“I’m right there with you,” I told her. “Listen, you can’t help your body’s natural reaction.” I paused for a minute, gathering my thoughts. “But honestly, I’m not saying this for you or us, but in general. If we are talking about two adults in the privacy of their homes, who is anyone to judge? And two people who love each other and want to make a connection?” I trailed off as the ladies returned to finish off our pedicures.

“Yeah?” Amanda sighed. “I don’t know. I feel so guilty and ashamed. Just the fact that this turns me on at all. I’m not going to do anything. But I can’t get the image of Robbie’s dick out of my mind. Or the look in his eyes. What kind of mother am I that this is how my son is thinking of me?”

“You’re human, Mandy. Don’t beat yourself up, come on. You’re a great mom. Listen, the other day I left my bedroom door open and played with my toy, part of me hoping that David would see me. I’m worse than you.” If only she knew just how much.

“We are bad,” she whispered. We got so into our conversation that we almost stopped caring about being heard. We were still whispering, but the ladies doing our pedicures definitely heard a few key words, and I could tell by their glances and the looks on their faces that they were shocked and embarrassed. “If there was no consequences, what would you do if David came onto you?” Amanda asked me.

“I’ve been struggling with that,” I answered, trying to put myself in her shoes. I wanted to tell her I already did it. I fucked my son and its amazing. But I decided to play it like I was at the same point she was at, thinking maybe that would help her be more open. “I’m honestly scared. Part of me wants him to. In all honesty, I’m so flattered that he finds me attractive. Its boosted my confidence a lot.”

“Me too,” she admitted. “I want to go to the therapist and talk it out because in my head, I know its wrong, but I feel like, for me, it’d be more wrong to go sleep with some stranger. Or some younger guy my son’s age. Why should I be with some random guy who doesn’t give a shit about me?”

“Its confusing, for sure,” I said.

Our pedicures were done and we went on to the rest of our spa day. I felt so good after the massage and our talk. Relaxed. At peace. Whatever will be, will be. We got our waxes done without even saying anything. I expected to have to convince Amanda, but she went along with it without even questioning it. We went to the mall afterward to shop. I had an idea forming in the back of my mind. I texted my son.

Me and Amanda are at the mall picking out new bathing suits. I think we are going to hang by the pool later.

Nice. Sounds like fun.

Yeah. Maybe you two should hang out with us..


I’m not promising anything. But I will tell you that we both got a Brazilian wax, we are very relaxed from our pampering at the spa, and we are shopping at the mall now. I’m going to be pushing for the skimpiest bikinis that we can find. She’s ‘struggling with it.’

Struggling with what?

You know what.

My heart was racing. At the very least, hanging out with our sons by the pool would be a tension filled game of foreplay for David and I. Best case scenario, though, was my fantasy coming true. I wanted to be there when another mom, my best friend, gives in the way I already had. I wanted to see the look on her face when shes confronted with her son’s hard dick. I wanted to watch him take her. I wanted to show off my own son, how good he treats me, how good he fucks me. I wanted to see how red Amanda’s face gets when she’s having sex, committing the sin of incest. I wanted to see the look in her eyes and hear the sounds she makes when she’s cumming on her son’s cock. I wanted to share this intense experience, and everything that went with it, with my best friend. The pleasure, the joy, the shame- all of it.

We walked through the mall and picked up a few things here and there until we got to the main event; the bathing suits. We chose matching halter triangle tie-side bikinis and went into the dressing room together. Mine was lemonade pink and hers was white. The bottoms were a cheeky Brazilian cut, not a complete G-string, but beside a small triangle at the top of our crack, our whole asses would be showing. Amanda was staring off into space. I figured she must have been deep in thought about what was going on with Robbie. I was saying things like, “These will be good for when we go down the shore,” and “All the guys at the beach will be staring at you.” She just nodded or smiled. I think we both knew we’d be wearing these for our sons.

We got back to Amanda’s house in the late afternoon. There was still enough sun out that we decided we’d put on our new suits and sit by the pool. We changed into our bikinis and looked ourselves over. Amanda brought out a bottle of wine and a couple glasses.

I suggested that we do our makeup and take some pictures for dating sites or social media and she agreed. We looked like the epitome of milf sexuality. Makeup can change your look dramatically sometimes, and we had transformed ourselves into sex goddesses. We took a few pictures of each other, trying to pose casually, as if we always looked so hot. I was wet, embarrassed and horny.

I was trying to act as normal as possible, but I was nervous. Amanda seemed a little anxious too but she got more relaxed as she drank a glass of wine and soon we were just laying out and talking about random things. At least an hour went by of us just relaxing by the pool.

We heard a car pull into the driveway.

That must be the boys, I thought, my anxiety returning. They didn’t come outside right away though. After a few minutes, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I didn’t see them on the way in but on the way back from the bathroom I encountered David and Robbie in the kitchen. They were wearing their swim trunks and taking shots of Jameson. They were shirtless and looked like they had been doing push-ups to get a pump going. They looked great.

“Hey mom,” David said as he looked me up and down. He registered surprise for one instant at how I was dressed and made up, before smiling. “Is it okay if we hang out by the pool? We didn’t know you’d be out there.”

Liar. I glanced at Robbie who was looking at me like a ravenous wolf. “I’m sure that’d be fine, I’ll ask Amanda.”

I turned my back on them and opened the sliding glass door. I swayed my hips almost involuntarily as I walked outside. I felt a slight breeze against all my skin and became aware of how skimpy my bikini was. I felt so exposed. I was starting to sweat.

I scurried back to Amanda, feeling nervous about how she’d react.

“David is here hanging out with Robbie,” I said.

“Really? What are they doing?”

“They are in their shorts. They asked me if we mind if they hung out by the pool,” I said as the sliding glass door opened again and the boys came out. Amanda looked like a deer in headlights.

“Hey Mom, you mind if we hang out by the pool?” Robbie asked.

“Of course not. Its your house too,” she said, snapping quickly into actress mode. Everything was fine. We were just wearing next to nothing. I glanced down at their bulges as our sons walked out. Their swim trunks did little to hide their heavy, half hard dicks. I was beginning to feel very strange about what I had set into motion here. It could either be very bad or very good. Right now it was awkward.

To my relief, the boys acted very natural and normal. They didn’t seem to be in any rush. After a few minutes, I began to feel more at ease and it seemed like Amanda did too. The tension was there, but as our sons talked and laughed about different things, it wasn’t so heavy. When Amanda stood up to pour herself another glass of wine, she apologized for wearing such a skimpy bathing suit, and explained that she and I were planning on spending the weekend down the shore.

“Mom, I’m a lifeguard, remember?” Robbie said. “I see people in their bathing suits all day, every day. It’s not a big deal.”

“I feel really silly like this,” Amanda admitted with a bashful smile. “It’s way too skimpy. Sylvia looks great but I think I’m too old to pull this off.”

“No, you look great, Mom,” Robbie said. “You’re definitely not too old. You have an amazing body.”

“Seriously,” David spoke up. “You both look hot as hell.” He looked back and forth between us.

“It doesn’t bother you that we are your moms dressed like this?” I threw out playfully.

“No,” David said. “I don’t mind. I’m proud that my mom is such a milf.” He was looking at Amanda as he spoke. She feigned shock but couldn’t hide her smile.

“A milf, huh?” she said with a cocked eyebrow, “what about you? Is that how you feel?” She had turned to face her son.

“Mom, you know you’re gorgeous. You know you’re a milf,” Robbie replied. “And you already know how I feel,” he threw his cards out on the table.

Amanda glanced toward David, then me. She seemed to remember herself and looked a little self conscious, but she couldn’t help but smile.

All four of us knew exactly what Robbie meant, it didn’t need to be said. I couldn’t tell exactly what Amanda was feeling or thinking. She had a blank look on her face and sipped her wine, avoiding eye contact with anyone for a minute as she regained her composure. I tried to make light of the situation.

“I’m proud our sons are such beefy hunks,” I said in a teasing voice. “You should be with girls your own age tonight, not stuck at home with your moms.”

“Thanks, but this is where I want to be. And you aren’t going down the shore, Mom,” David said. “I won’t allow it. Especially not wearing that.” He said it in a way that sounded like he was joking, but I believed he meant it.

“You won’t allow it?” I asked, playing along with him.

“Not unless I’m with you,” he said “so I can keep all the guys off of you.”

“That would defeat the purpose,” I teased. “It’s supposed to be a girls night, or a girls weekend.”

“Yeah,” Amanda chimed in. “We need to get away from being moms for a weekend.” She looked at me as she said it, but I caught her glancing at Robbie. “And let our hair down.”

I still couldn’t say for sure where her head was at, which made me a bit anxious. She seemed to enjoy the light flirtation, but I wasn’t sure how far she would take it.

“Anyway, I’m sure you boys will figure out something to do while we are gone,” I began, “Just don’t have any huge frat parties or burn the house down.” I had stood up and I was stretching, aware that in my skimpy pink bikini, I was putting on quite a show, especially for David, who was slightly behind me. I moved my head around in a circle, stretching my neck.

“You’re neck okay, Mom?” David asked. “Here, let me give you a little massage.” He positioned himself behind me and gestured for me to sit back down.

“We just got massages at the spa,” Amanda laughed.

“I think that’s why my neck is stiff,” I said, giggling. “They must have messed up.” David got behind me and began moving my hair to one side before putting his strong hands on my neck and shoulders. His movements and touch were sensuous and confident. It felt amazing. I closed my eyes involuntarily and let out a little moan as he began massaging me.

When I opened them again, I made eye contact with Amanda. She had a poker face which I truthfully didn’t know how to read. Was she uncomfortable? Jealous? Turned on? She broke our gaze, downing another gulp of wine. I wasn’t keeping track, but she had definitely filled up her glass a few times. I glanced at Robbie, who was unabashedly staring back. His look I could read. It was hunger. Longing. He looked from us to his mom and back. I think Amanda felt her son’s eyes on her but she looked down.

Just follow our lead, I thought, trying to communicate to them telepathically. But Robbie didn’t move and Amanda just kept sipping her wine and shifting around in her seat. David started talking to Robbie but I wasn’t listening, I was too focused on the situation that was developing. My son’s touch was wonderful, and I wanted to just melt into it, but I was thinking about how to escalate things with Amanda in a way that wouldn’t freak her out. There really wasn’t much I could do at that point, truth be told. I could sense her anxiety. I could sense she felt uncomfortable, but also curious.

We caught each other’s eye again and I smiled at her, hoping she would feel the vibes and go with it. She didn’t return the smile and just stared back at me like she was scared. She brought her wineglass back up to sip but there were only drops left.

David’s back rub was feeling great and I wished Robbie would just get behind his mom and start massaging her back too. I doubt she would have protested beyond making a remark or giggling nervously. But he didn’t get up. I could hear his tone of voice as he talked with David. He was trying to sound cool and confident, but I could feel his nervous energy too.

Amanda stood to get yet another glass of wine and as she turned away from us, David stealthily planted kisses along the nape of my neck. He whispered in my ear.

“You’re fucking sexy, Mom,” he said as he kissed up my neck, “I’m gonna peel your suit off and fuck you in front of your friend.” I shushed him, keeping my eyes on Amanda. She already seemed a little weirded out, I didn’t know how she’d react to seeing David kiss my neck like that. I looked up and saw Robbie staring at us, but he looked away when we made eye contact. David had gone back to rubbing my neck and I closed my eyes as the boys continued talking about school and sports and random things.

I heard Amanda let out a little yelp and looked up to see Robbie had pulled her onto his lap as she tried to walk past him.

“Robbie!” she cried out.”What are you doing?”

“Relax, Mom. I’m just messing around,” he responded, and we all acted like that was fine. The boys kept chatting and Amanda settled into her son’s lap, her eyes wide as she looked up at me.

It’s fine, Amanda, I tried to say with a light smile and then sighed along with David’s back rub. She started chatting with the boys and sipping her wine, trying to act nonchalant, but I could see she was beginning to blush and squirm. I didn’t say anything at all.

Her white bikini bottoms were very light and skimpy, barely enough material to cover her private parts. It wouldn’t have taken much at all for them to fall out of place. I kept looking at their laps and thought I could see Robbie’s erection tenting his shorts as Amanda squirmed around to find a comfortable position in his lap.

Her face was flushed. I could tell she was getting turned on in spite of herself. I felt nervous, but also exhilarated. I considered just turning and French kissing David right there in front of them. But I didn’t. It was such a delicate balance and things had to be escalated slowly. David was playing with the strings of my halter top, threatening to untie my flimsy swimsuit and expose my breasts. I had closed my eyes as David started really fondling my body inappropriately but I opened them abruptly when I heard Amanda.

“Hey!” my friend cried out, grasping the side of her bottoms to keep them on. As she had tried to stand up, Robbie had pulled loose the tie that was keeping her tiny bikini bottoms in place. As she tried holding up one side, he untied the other and the bottoms started falling away. “What the fuck, Robbie?” I could hear in her voice that Amanda was in distress.

I was a shocked. What is he doing? He’s scaring her and messing everything up. Then I noticed David had let go of me and gotten up, moving around to stand in front of me. He put his hand on my cheek and tilted my head up.

“Mom,” he said quietly. I looked up at him, still aware of Amanda struggling to tie back on her bottoms as her son pulled her back onto his lap. I was worried, I didn’t know what to do. I glanced between them and David, slowly becoming aware that his crouch was at my eye level and his other hand was on the waistband of his trunks. “Mom,” he repeated, moving to push his trunks down over his hard on. I put my hands on his shorts to help him.

The boys are making their move, I thought. No going back now.

“Amanda,” I cried out to my friend and I looked her right in the eyes. My son had his hand on the back of my neck to guide me towards his crouch. Amanda’s mouth was half open and she just froze like a deer in headlights. I slowly pulled David’s waistband down and released his hard cock for all to see. My son’s erection bobbed up proudly as I pulled his trunks down to his ankles, keeping my gaze locked with Amanda the entire time. She had a wide eyed and vacant look as I took my son’s big dick into my mouth, keeping my hands on his thighs and just moving my head to suck on it.

Her mouth opened like she was about to cry as Robbie’s fingers began touching her smooth wet pussy, which was on full display. She moaned. Her hips met his hand and she began rocking back and forth. I could see that she was wet, Robbie had no problem slipping his fingers inside of her. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my son’s cock, stroking him as I continued the blow job.

It was glorious. I felt like such a slut. I used to be a mousy little mom but now I was openly giving my son head outside in front of my best friend and her son. Encouraging them to go further and for us all to commit incest together. The sun was setting and the sky was turning beautiful pink and orange and dreamlike.

“Ohh god..” I heard Amanda moan.

I was so turned on. I glanced over and saw Robbie had slid out of his shorts, they were crumpled in a pile next to the chair with Amanda’s white bikini bottoms. One hand held his mom’s leg up while the other guided his hard-on against her pussy lips. She seemed deep in her own private struggle. Her eyes looked terrified but her body was moving involuntarily, grinding her naked bottom on her son’s lap, and her clit against the top length of his cock.

David had undone my top as I sucked him and it fell down to my waist. I wanted to take my bottoms off so I stood up, untied them and kicked them off. I turned to embrace David and felt his erection against my belly as we started kissing.

I was losing myself in the passion of the moment, ready to go for the ride I had been dreaming of with my best friend and our sons. Two cougar moms getting naked and just losing control with our own boys. Their hard cocks. Our wet pussies. I had dreamed of it so many times but the reality felt more unreal than any dream. My head felt so light and warm and my ears were ringing. We were about to experience the ultimate decadence. The ultimate sin, some might say, but I didn’t believe that. The power of mother son sex came from the immeasurable love we had for each other. It felt so unconditional, so otherworldly to share this aspect of myself with my son, my little boy. To show him my body, my sexual nature and behavior, my orgasm. To be ashamed and scared but do it anyway. I wanted to see another woman go through that. Our male children, grown up now into their own men, were about to work us over with their hard cocks and rock our worlds. It seems strange to say, but seeing my grown son naked, with his cock hard for me, filled my heart with motherly pride.

“Wait!” Amanda yelped. That was the last thing I wanted to hear. Like a bucket of cold water, it snapped me out of my reverie as I believed she was going to put a stop to the whole thing. I looked up at her, sitting on her son’s lap with her legs spread wide, her whole cunt glossy from her wetness and arousal. Robbie’s fat cockhead pushed against her pussy lips. Her head had been leaning back, and her eyes were wide and looking right at me. She breathed in and out heavily for a moment before pushing herself off her son’s lap, causing his dick to bounce back and forth once it got loose from between her legs.

Amanda was then walking quickly toward me, glancing up at the neighbors’ houses. “We need to go inside.” She put her hands out and guided my naked son and I in through the sliding glass doors. She turned back to Robbie and told him to follow us.

As she guided us through the kitchen, I felt her hand move down from the small of my back to my butt. I had goosebumps. We entered the living room and I turned to see Amanda’s little hand clutching my son’s cock. My cunt gushed even as I felt pangs of jealousy. A feeling of helplessness mixed with arousal coursed through me as I watched her squeeze his dick before allowing it to slip out of her fingers as she stepped away and turned the dimmer switch for the lights.

Amanda, red faced, had the front of the room and David and I stayed to the side, with Robbie entering last. She looked from us to her son and then wordlessly untied her little bikini top, removing the last stitch of clothing that any of us had on. She opened her arms as Robbie approached her cautiously. Mother and son approached each other, and Amanda shyly smiled at her son as she reached down and began fondling his balls and gently tracing her fingers up and down his hard dick.

“Is that for me?” she said softly. Her son moaned as her hand made contact with his organ.

All I could do was stare in silence as I watched Robbie and Amanda embrace each other naked for the first time. Amanda closed her eyes and leaned in to begin kissing her son. Soon she was attacking his mouth aggressively with hers, desperate for the touch and taste of her son. She continued pulling on his cock as they kissed, enthralled by and fully giving in to her fears, her fantasy, what she had been denying herself.

I guess David could see I wanted to watch them so he guided me backwards to sit down on the couch and knelt between my legs. He was going to eat me out as I watched Amanda’s first time with her son. I inhaled sharply as his flat tongue lapped up the entire length of my smooth, bare sex, from my asshole to clit.

Robbie had turned his attention to his mother’s pretty pear-shaped tits and Amanda and I made eye contact from across the room as our sons pleasured us with their mouths. She moaned loudly as Robbie suckled her nipple and began exploring the wetness between her legs. I was breathing heavily and starting to rock my hips against my son’s tongue as he licked and sucked my pussy. Amanda kept her eyes on mine and moaned again louder and I followed her with a moan of my own. The sexual sounds echoed through the house along with the boy’s grunting and panting, and the wet sounds of licking and sucking. Amanda and I moaned in intervals, without a care in the world, as loud as we pleased.

Let’s do this, I felt like we were saying. She slowly moved to the opposite corner of the sectional couch and pushed her son to sit back. She laid on her side next to him and kissed his cock up and down with little kisses as she got herself into a comfortable position.

I leaned back as I felt David spread my legs wider. My son had his face between my legs and he was slowly and sensually going down on me. I was breathing heavily and moaning involuntarily as my arousal was just going through the roof and driving me crazy, my ears buzzing as my brain must have been just flooded with dopamine and endorphins. I was rocking my hips against David’s mouth as he alternated between lapping up my juices and sucking on my clit. I heard the sounds of dick sucking and looked over.

Amanda gasped as she came up for air, a line of spit connecting her son’s cock and her lips, before going back down and continuing her blow job. She had rolled over and was on all fours on the couch, her asshole and pussy pointed at me. Robbie had grasped her hair in his fist as his mother bobbed up and down on his fat cock. He glanced up at me and we made eye contact. My mouth was open in awe. I couldn’t help averting my eyes after a couple seconds to look at his dick disappearing between his mother’s lips.

She was going hard blowing her son, I was shocked. My friend was gagging on her boy’s cock and the sounds of her struggle were unbelievable. I saw one of her hands reach between her legs and begin rubbing herself.

She’s on fire, I thought to myself. Just less than an hour ago, Amanda was an upstanding woman. Now she was naked and gagging on her own son’s rock hard dick as she diddled herself in the living room. Now she was being a reckless slut for her son just like me. These boys are gonna fuck us, I mused. Our sons.. our little boys..

We were doing it. It was happening. David concentrated his efforts on my clit and slipped a finger in me to massage my G-spot. I looked at my son and moaned. I was in ecstasy.

“Ooh David..” I moaned in a whisper, “what are you doing to your mom?” My voice cracked. He looked up at me from between my legs, his eyes burning with lustful pride as he increased the intensity on my clit. “What are you doing to mommy?” I whined. “You’re gonna make mommy cum.”

David got me right to the edge and then started climbing over my body. I could feel his hard cock graze my legs. I saw Amanda crawling into Robbie’s lap, getting ready to mount her son. They were whispering to each other and I really couldn’t make it out.

Her mascara has started to run, and she looked sexy as hell. It was like watching an athlete or performer doing what they were built to do. She was so hot, so impossibly graceful.

I turned my attention on my own son as he positioned himself at the entrance of my pussy. He took his dick in his hand and slid it against my clit, causing me to moan. Then he plunged himself into me.

“David!” I shrieked.

“Momm..” he groaned. We took a second to adjust to the feeling of our genitals connected, forming a kind of suction or seal. My son fit me perfectly. I looked over at Amanda as saw her sinking down on her son’s lap, his cock disappearing into her cunt. She glanced over her shoulder at me. It was only a moment, but I saw so much in her eyes.

Her cheeks were red, and the expression on her face was everything I had hoped for. It told the whole story. She was completely and utterly naked. Ashamed and defeated by her own lust. She had no choice but to follow her cunt and it needed her son’s cock here and now. Slowly at first, she rocked her ass up and down, acclimating herself to the intense sensation of their genitalia together, mother and son’s private parts embracing, locked on to one another in a beautiful dance of incest.

Incest.. The word echoed in my head as I latched onto David’s cock with my pussy muscles. Incest.. I closed my eyes and heard the sounds of skin slapping together as we tried to find our rhythm. Incest.. I could smell our sex. We were fucking now. A mother’s pussy. Her son’s cock. It all came down to this. Incest..

I threw my head back and groaned. I couldn’t help it. I was cumming already.

I felt like I was losing consciousness. I was cumming so hard. I just saw bodies. Fucking. Legs in the air. Smooth shaved pussy getting filled by cock. I closed my eyes and could smell the sex in the room. The sounds of bodies slapping together in the rhythm of intercourse. Shallow breathing, grunts and moans. I could taste salt and sweat.

I looked over and saw Amanda had turned around and was riding her son reverse cowgirl. Her chest was turning red and beads of sweat were glistening like a halo around her forehead. We looked at each other. I will never forget the look on her face. She was so ashamed but she was going for it. Riding her sons cock. I squeezed my pussy muscles and milked my own son. I rocked my hips with the rhythm of our sex, keeping my eyes on my friend.

“Yeah,” I said softly to her. “Just like that.” I watched her son’s hard cock slide in and out of her as she lifted her torso up and down, in a full body workout. I watched him put his fingers on her clit and she started losing control. She was cumming. I could see gushes of juice coming and soaking her son’s dick as she squirted on him. He held her tight as they laid over on their sides, still pumping, still fucking. She turned her head around to start kissing him.

I turned to David and said, “Cum for me baby.” He just grunted and adjusted our positions 90 degrees, so I laid longways on the couch. I closed my eyes and brought my legs up to give him better access. “Cum for mommy. I need you, David.” He started fucking me harder and faster, our genitals locked in suction somehow, the pressure rising and rising. I loved the feeling of my bare slick pussy mound slapping against his lower abdomen. I could feel every pubic hair against my sensitive clit and I shuddered.

David was growling like an animal almost, and I started moaning louder too as another orgasm started building deep within me. I wanted to try and get there before he was done so we could cum together. I think I started babbling incoherently, and whining and just generally cumming very hard and vocally. It’s confusing because Amanda was crying out too. David groaned deeply and gutturally and I could feel him let go and start pumping loads of his sperm into me. I had a kind of out of body experience similar to that first time we fucked and I saw a birds eye view of the room. I could literally taste his cum in my mouth somehow it was so strong and pure. He fell on top of me, literally drained of energy, balls empty, he was done. His cum was oozing out of me into my ass.

I heard Robbie warning his mother that he was about to cum. She told him to do it and wailed as she felt her cunt filling up with her own son’s hot cum. Amanda was on all fours with her ass in the air, held up by shaky knees while her head touch the couch.

The room was silent. Deafeningly silent. The scent of sweat and cum hung in the air.

I closed my eyes, held David tight and just basked in the afterglow of sex. Before long, I awoke to a shell shocked-looking Amanda in a bathrobe handing me a towel and saying I was welcome to stay the night before going upstairs to her room with a naked Robbie following behind her.

A surreal sight, I thought. Did all that just happen?

David had gotten up as I cleaned up myself and the couch as best as I could with the towel. He came back with our bathing suits and clothes and my purse. We silently got dressed, peering from time to time upstairs to the closed bedroom door.

Were they fucking again? I thought. Are they talking? I pondered to myself.

David kissed me on the lips and said he’d meet me at home. Both of our cars were there, so we’d be going home separately.

What is she thinking? How is she doing? What is she doing now? I couldn’t help but wonder, but there was nothing to do except wait for tomorrow to talk to her. I wondered if she would go to that therapist appointment.

Wow, Sylvia, I thought to myself as I started my car. You just set up your best friend to get fucked. By her own son.

I hoped that she was okay with it or even happy with it as I had been. My mind was swirling in a confusing cloud of post sex warmth and uncertainty of the future.

Where does all this lead? My fantasies have come true and I’m living in a dream.. I thought as I drove home alone on one cloudless summer night, the stars twinkling and the moon glowing white.

To be continued?

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