I never planned for it to happen, but the day my son turned twenty-five everything changed. He came home from the city for the weekend, tall and broad, that same cocky grin hed had since he was a kid. Only now it hit different. We were alone in the house, my husband away on business, and the air felt thick the second he walked through the door.
Missed you, Mom, he said, dropping his bag and pulling me into a hug that lasted too long. His hands stayed on my hips. I felt his body press against mine and I didnt pull away. That was the first crack.
Later that night we sat on the couch with drinks. He kept looking at my legs in the short robe Id thrown on. I could see the bulge in his jeans growing every time I crossed and uncrossed them. Finally he just said it straight.
Mom, Ive jerked off thinking about you since I was eighteen. You know that?
My pussy clenched so hard I almost moaned out loud. Thats fucked up, I answered, voice low. But I didnt tell him to stop.
He moved closer. Yeah? Then why are your nipples hard right now?
I looked down. The thin fabric of my robe showed everything. Before I could answer he reached out and pinched one through the cloth. I gasped but pushed my chest forward instead of slapping his hand away.
Fuck, he muttered. You want this too.
I did. I wanted my own sons cock more than Id wanted anything in years. I stood up, let the robe fall open, and showed him my shaved pussy and heavy tits. If we do this, it stays dirty and secret. No talking about feelings. Just fucking.
He was on his feet in a second, yanking his shirt off. Deal.
His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue pushing deep while his hands grabbed my ass hard enough to bruise.
I reached down and squeezed his thick cock through his jeans, already leaking. Get it out, I ordered.
He shoved his pants down and his cock sprang free, long, veined, and rock hard. I dropped to my knees right there in the living room and took him straight into my mouth. No teasing. I sucked him deep, gagging when the head hit the back of my throat, drool running down my chin onto my tits. He fucked my face, hands in my hair, groaning Thats it, Mom, suck your sons cock like a slut.
I pulled off just long enough to say, Call me that again.
Dirty fucking mom slut, he growled and pushed back in.
When he was close he pulled out and hauled me up, bending me over the arm of the couch. He spread my ass cheeks and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my soaked slit. Youre dripping for me.
Then fuck me already.
He slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. I cried out at the stretch, my married pussy taking my sons cock for the first time. He didnt go slow. He pounded me hard, the wet slap of skin loud in the quiet house. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me.
Harder, I begged. Use Mommys cunt.
He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back while he fucked me like he hated me. I came first, shaking and squirting around his cock, but he didnt stop. He flipped me onto my back on the floor, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and kept driving into me. I watched his face while he used me, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into my stretched pussy.
Gonna fill you up, he warned.
Do it. Come in your mother.
He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding my womb. We stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside me.
That was only the beginning. Over the next two days we fucked everywhere. In the shower with me on my knees swallowing load after load. On the kitchen table with my legs spread wide while he ate my pussy like he was starving. Bent over the washing machine while the cycle ran, his fingers in my ass while he fucked me from behind. I let him call me every filthy name he wanted: mommy whore, cumdump, son-fucker. I said them back.
By Sunday night my pussy was sore and leaking his cum constantly. He had me on all fours on my bed, pounding me one last time before he left. Next time I come home I want your ass too, he said, thumb pressing against my tight hole.
You can have whatever hole you want, I moaned into the pillow.
He came with a grunt, pumping another thick load deep inside me. When he pulled out I stayed there, ass up, letting his cum drip out so he could see what hed done to his mother.
Before he walked out the door he kissed me hard, hand between my legs one more time. This is ours now. No one else needs to know.
I nodded, already aching for the next visit. Just keep it raw and dirty, baby. Mommys always wet for you.
He left with a smirk. I closed the door, robe open, cum still running down my thighs, and smiled. The taboo was ours. And we were nowhere near done.
