Call me crazy, but taboo stories are always something that gets me really hot. If it’s not your thing, then that’s fine, if you do, enjoy!
This is completely made up from my crazy little imagination; nothing I write is true (sorry if that disappoints anybody)
My names Jenny, I’m 39 years old, and this is my story, of how I fell madly in love with my husband’s son.
Scott and I had been happily married for years now. His first wife had died just a year after giving birth to his son Mike. I’d help him bring up Mike, he was like my own, as Scott and I never decided to have any more c***dren, and also Mike had no memory of his birth mother, as she had passed away when he was at such a young age.
Mike and I had always had a close relationship, we were always like mother and son, but little did we know, that was all about to change.
One day, it was a cold winter’s afternoon, and I was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for the 3 of us, as I knew Scott was on his way home from work. He was running later than usual, but I thought nothing of it, as he would often get held up in work.
Suddenly the phone was ringing; I was in the middle of getting hot trays of food from the oven, so I shouted Mike to answer the phone.
I heard him sigh from the living room as he got up and walked to the phone.
“Hello?” I heard him say. He was silent for a moment, I knew whoever it was, was doing the talking. Then suddenly he shouted me.
“Mom we have to go now!” (Mike had always called me mom, this wasn’t weird to me)
“Why what’s wrong? Where are we going?” I replied, as I began to panic, I knew something bad had happened.
“It’s dad, he’s been in a car accident, he’s in the hospital”
I just stood and looked at him, before rushing to get my keys and we left. The rest of what happened that night is a blur. I just remember lots of waiting, until Scott was pronounced dead. From then on, things changed dramatically.
1 MONTH LATER.
Mike and I were still getting over the death of his father, but things were getting easier. At the time of his death, I thought everything would be so hard. Financially and emotionally. But little did we know, Scott had left a hell of a lot of money, in case of this happening, and Mike and I got the lot.
We’d actually become a lot closer since the death of his father. We needed each other the most at this time, and we depended on each other for everything.
Mike became very anti social afterwards though. He stopped seeing his friends a lot. He’d just stay in, doing school work, or playing his playstation. He told me he liked spending time with me, but I was always nagging him to go out and see his friends, and even to get himself a girlfriend. He was a very good looking boy, he was 18 years old, and he was tall, with light brown hair that seemed to always look right, even when he’d just woke up in the morning. He was slim but had a good build, I knew he wouldn’t have any trouble in the girl department, but he would never try.
I wasn’t really interested in anything either after the death of my husband. I’d spend my time working from home, and doing all the motherly duties that were needed to be done during the day. I didn’t mind spending time with Mike though, I wasn’t interested in dating or anything like that after Scott died, it wasn’t something that interested me.
Scott had always complimented me on my looks. For 39, I was always told I looked good. I was slim, with long brown hair, blue eyes, and if I do say so myself, a good figure, nice sized boobs.
One night Mike was sat in front of the TV, and I came in to ask what he fancied for dinner, even though I knew I needed to get to the shops as we barely had anything in.
“What’re you in the mood for? Shall we just go out for dinner tonight?” I asked.
“Sure, where do you fancy?” He replied, smiling at me.
He looked so good when he smiled. I smiled back in return and shrugged at him.
“Alright, I’ll drive, I’ll take us somewhere nice” He said.
“Alright, let me just go and get changed” I replied as I turned to leave the room, and went upstairs to change.
When I came back downstairs he was standing at the bottom, looking smart in jeans and a shirt. I was wearing a black dress, which was a bit tight, maybe a bit too tight? But I didn’t really care.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Mike looked me up and down, “you look gorgeous mom, let’s go” he said through a smile.
He held his arm out for me to wrap my arm around it, and we left. We got in the car and he took the driving seat. We drove to a little Mexican place.
“It doesn’t look that great, but it’s one of my favourites” he told me.
I smiled and said “I trust you” and we went inside.
Mike and I had an amazing night, we talked, laughed, drank lots of wine, and had a lovely meal. It was one of the best nights that either of us had had in quite a while. We laughed more than we had in a long time.
We hadn’t been thinking properly when we were eating and realized that both of us had had quite a bit to drink, and neither of us were in any position to be driving home. Mike spoke to the manager and he said it would be fine to leave the car there over night, and come and pick it up in the morning, so we decided to call a cab.
When the cab arrived we both got in, told the driver where we wanted to go, and we were on our way home. A few minutes into the journey, I saw the cab driver looking at us through his mirror. We were smiling and laughing, as he looked he smiled at us.
“You make a very lovely couple” said the cab driver.
Mike and I just looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.
“He’s my son!” I replied through my laughter. The cab driver just looked a bit embarrassed and carried on driving us home.
As we carried on laughing and joking on the journey home, my mind started to wonder. “We were acting differently tonight, we weren’t acting like mother and son, we were more like friends, maybe there was even some flirting going on, was there? No, surely not” I thought to myself. Then suddenly I caught myself looking him up and down, I was thinking about how attractive he was, the words he was saying to me almost seemed to down out as I stared at him.
“Snap out of it Jenny! He’s basically your son” “Yeah, but he’s not really, and he is SO attractive!” I felt as though I was in a cartoon, with an angel and a devil on my shoulders, one part of me was telling me how wrong I was. I convinced myself it was the wine talking, and went back to laughing and joking with him.
Soon enough we were back at the house, Mike paid the cab driver and we got out. He walked in front of me, up to the front of the house. I couldn’t help but stare, as I nibbled on my bottom lip. He turned around to tell me to hurry as I had the key for the door. As I approached him I saw him looking me up and down again, and he smiled.
I unlocked the front door and we both went inside. We went to the living room and both sat ourselves down on the couch next to each other.
“I had such a good night tonight mom” he told me.
“Yeah, me too, it was just what we needed!” I said. As I said this, Mike pulled me towards him, so I rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me, and slowly slid it down my back. He began to rub his hand up and down my back. I didn’t mind at first, I just thought to myself that he was being friendly, plus we had both had a decent amount to drink, so he was bound to be a bit more friendly than usual. However his hand then began to get lower down my back, and I realised when I sat down my dress had rode up and looked quite short now, I knew he was looking at my legs, and I began to open them. However my mind began to come back to reality and I snapped them back shut and stood up.
“I’m going to bed, it’s late...and I’m quite tired...well, goodnight” I said. As I went to leave the room to go to my bedroom, he stood up, and walked to me and wrapped his arms around me.
“Good night mom, thanks again for tonight, I had such a good time” as he said this is leaned his head down and kissed me lightly on my lips. I wanted to kiss him more, “what’s wrong with you Jenny?” my mind was asking, I had to bed. “It’s the wine, it’s nothing, just the wine” I told myself, as I smiled at him and turned to go to my bedroom. When I reached my bedroom, I slowly shut the door and went to sit on my bed. So many thoughts were racing through my mind, I didn’t know what to think. Why was I thinking these things? Why was I feeling like this? I needed to sl**p, but my pussy was craving some attention, “just a little rub before I sl**p won’t do any harm” I thought. I stood up and slid of my dress, then my bra, and lay down on my bed. I slowly rubbed my hand down the front of my body, rubbing slowly on my breast as I began breathing heavier. I slid my hand further down my body and began teasing my pussy through my panties, rubbing on my clit slowly. I then moved my hand into my panties and rubbed on my pussy, slowly sliding two fingers deep inside myself. I started thinking of Mike, I tried not to but he kept coming back to mind. I was thinking about how he touched me, and how it felt, I came quickly, before falling asl**p.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of cooking bacon. I got out of bed, and thoughts of the night before came flooding back. I felt weird, but strangely, I didn’t seem to feel bad about what had happened, I felt quite naughty, and when I thought to what had happened; my pussy began to become moist. I didn’t understand it, and I knew it shouldn’t be happening, I knew I should feel wrong, but I didn’t.
I put on my dressing gown and headed for downstairs. When I got down there, Mike was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of us.
“Good morning” he said, smiling at me.
“Good morning, what’s this then?” I replied, looking at the table which was neatly set out for two.
“I thought I’d treat you for giving me such a great night last night, we really have to do it again!” he said.
“Definitely!” I said, as I smiled at him.
The weather was getting nicer now. It was coming into spring, and the sun was showing itself a bit more. This particular morning, it was quite warm. So Mike was walking around the kitchen preparing our breakfast in just a pair of shorts. I couldn’t help but stare at him, he had such a good body.
I noticed that he turned to look at me, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his perfect body. I was nibbling on my bottom lip as I stared at him. I saw him smile as he caught me staring, and he turned to carry on preparing the breakfast.
I knew I couldn’t blame anything on the wine now, as I was completely sober. I knew I needed to stop, I couldn’t think like this. Even though he wasn’t my son through bl**d, he might as well have been, I’d brought him up from him being a very young age!
He finished off dishing up the breakfast and we sat down to eat. We talked normally as we eat and he told me he needed to go to pick up the car from the restaurant, so I agreed to go with him.
After breakfast we went to get ready, so I went to my room to pick out something to wear for the day. I found myself attempting to pick out quite revealing tops, and some jeans. When I planned my outfit, I walked to the bathroom, knowing I needed to shower.
As I walked in I turned to see that he was standing there in the shower, naked. I just stood there for a moment, staring at him; I didn’t know what to do. He turned and saw me staring. He stared back and me and then suddenly he did something completely unexpected. He slowly moved his hand towards his cock, and began to play with it in his soapy hand. Suddenly I could feel myself getting so wet, my pussy began to throb, I wanted him so bad, there and then, but suddenly my mother mode switched on and I knew this was wrong. I turned and walked out of the room.
I walked into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen, and I couldn’t understand why my pussy was craving some attention after seeing it. I was so wet, it was seeping through my panties. I couldn’t help myself as my hand slipped into my panties and began rubbing violently. I slipped two fingers inside me, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to cum.
I heard Mike come out of the bathroom, so I quickly took my things and went in there. I looked at the door, and looked at the lock, I hovered my hand over it, and decided to leave it unlocked.
I turned on the shower and stepped in. The thoughts of what I had just seen came running back to my head, I began playing with myself again, shoving my fingers deep inside my pussy. I moaned loudly, a small part of me hoped he could hear me; I wanted him to know I was thinking about seeing him playing with his big cock. I loved seeing it, it looked so big, bigger than his fathers.
I fingered my pussy deep until I cum, I then carried on with my shower before getting out and going to get ready.
After I was ready, I came downstairs to see him sitting in the living room, ready to leave. He looked up at me and smiled, but not just a normal smile that he would normally do, it was different, a cheeky smile, but I liked it.
“I’ve just called a cab, it shouldn’t be long” he said, still smiling at me. I couldn’t help but smile back at him. He made me feel weird, but it was a good weird. Like as if I was 18 years old again, and was starting to develop feelings for some guy in school, but when I came back to reality, he was my son, and it was wrong.
The cab arrived and we went to get in it. I was trying to act as normal as possible with him, I didn’t want anything to be weird or uncomfortable, even though I knew we were both thinking about what had happened that morning.
The drive was ok, but I couldn’t help but let my eyes keep wondering down to his crotch area. I knew that underneath his clothes was that big cock that I had seen that morning, and I couldn’t help but fantasize about it. I knew that he could see what I was doing, but I didn’t seem to care.
We arrived at the restaurant and walked to the car. We both got in and he agreed to let me drive. So I began driving us home. I could feel Mike staring at me, I couldn’t help but smile.
“Did you have a nice shower?” He suddenly asked me.
I giggled, “Oh, you heard that did you?”
“I certainly did, must have been some nice images you were thinking of?” He asked, in a very cheeky voice.
“Yeah, you could say that” I said, smiling. My mind was going wild. “Why are you having this conversation Jenny, its wrong” I told myself. But I couldn’t help it. I knew he liked what he’d heard, and I liked knowing that he liked it.
“So how was your shower then?” I asked. The words just slipped out, I knew it was wrong as soon as I said it. Mike looked at me a little shocked, but he smiled, he knew I’d been thinking about it, he knew I liked it.
“It was great thanks” He replied. I could feel myself getting wet at the thought of what I had seen.
I knew I shouldn’t say any more, I knew everything that was going on was wrong, I needed to stop myself, but why didn’t I want to? I didn’t understand.
There wasn’t much more said for the rest of the journey home. When we got back we went inside and both went into different rooms, I went into the kitchen and stood by the sink. Suddenly I heard footsteps, he was coming into the room. He walked straight up to me, wrapped his hands around me from behind, and began kissing my neck.
“It’s ok you know, there’s nothing to worry about, I know you want me, and I feel the same, why fight it?” He whispered to me as he carried on kissing down my neck. I could feel myself getting wet, and my pussy began throbbing.
Then suddenly, I opened my eyes, it was just my imagination. I sighed to myself, I was almost disappointed that none of it was real, but I knew I shouldn’t be thinking like that, I just couldn’t help myself.
I decided to go upstairs to my office room, where I did most of my work. As I was passing by Mike’s bedroom, I could hear noises, I stopped to listen.
“Mmmm yeah, aw suck my cock mom, mmmm fuck” he moaned.
I just stood, shocked. I could hear the movement of sheets violently. He was masturbating, and he was thinking about me. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t just stand there listening, he was entitled to his privacy, but I was hooked, I loved hearing it, and I loved even more knowing that he was thinking of me.
The door was open just slightly, so I moved myself closer to the crack in the door and began to look through. He’d moved the sheets away from him and was lying on his bed completely naked. He was jerking his cock so hard, still moaning for me, he jerked forwards as he shot his load out of his cock, all up his front.
I let out a little gasp as I found my hand was already rubbing on my pussy through my clothes, he began to move and I knew he’d be leaving the room so I quickly walked into my own room and shut the door. I spent the next few hours in a long, hot, sweaty, masturbation session. It was so intense, but just what I needed. I rubbed and fingered my pussy so much, until I couldn’t take it anymore.
There was no denying it now, I wanted my son. I wanted him more than I felt I’d ever wanted anybody before, and I knew I had to have him, I wouldn’t be satisfied until I got my hands on him, and I knew he wanted me too. But there was so much to worry about, what if somebody found out, what if he told one of his friends, and they ended up telling everyone, nobody could know, I knew he wasn’t my real son by bl**d, but I’d brought him up, and it was still wrong. But still, there was no denying our feelings for each other, I couldn’t just hide it anymore.
That night Mike and I decided we’d go out again for dinner, after how much fun we’d had the last time we did. I decided I wanted to wear something to impress him, so I picked out my sexiest red dress, which really defined my cleavage, and wasn’t too long.
As I walked into the living room to tell him I was ready to go, I saw him looking me up and down, he smiled at me and said “mmm, you look gorgeous”, the feeling I got when he said this was shocking. It was like butterflies, the feeling you get when you’re falling for someone. This worried me, but strangely, I liked it.
We decided we weren’t going to drink tonight, and I got to pick a nice Chinese place I knew of. The evening was as good as the last time, we laughed and talked about so much, everything just felt normal.
After the meal we decided to go to the movies.
The theatre wasn’t too full, as the movie had been out for quite a while. We sat and watched in silence for almost half of the movie, until I felt Mike slide his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t mind, I tried to get closer to him, and rested my head on his shoulder.
He then moved his other arm, and placed it onto my knee. I had my legs crossed, and the feel of his warm hand on my skin felt so good.
I watched his hand, and he began moving his fingers slowly up and down the top of my leg.
Without thinking, I uncrossed my legs and opened them just slightly. I felt his hand get braver as it slid further up my open legs. It felt so good, I could feel my pussy juices seeping out. His hand got further up my leg, when suddenly, I realized what was going on, I realized how bad this was. I grabbed his hand and stopped him before he could get any further. I was disappointed, I didn’t want it to stop, but I knew I had to. He moved his hand, and he moved the other one from around me. For the rest of the movie, we just sat there, not saying anything, or looking at each other.
When the movie ended, we got up and left, the whole time we were silent. Even when we got to the car, we were still silent. We got in the car, and sat there, neither of us said anything. I went to put the key in to start the car when he decided to break the silence.
“Mom, I’m sorry” he said quietly.
“What? Why are you sorry? You haven’t got anything to be sorry for” I replied, looking at him shocked.
“It’s just; I don’t know how to tell you this. But I’ve been having feelings, and I don’t understand them” he said.
“What kind of feelings?” I asked “You know you can tell me anything Mike”
“I don’t know if I can tell you. There have been times that I feel like you feel the same, but then others, I don’t know, and you might hate me” he said quietly. I knew what he was going to say, and I wanted him to, I wanted it to be out in the open.
“You can tell me anything, I could never hate you” I told him.
“Well, it’s just...feelings, feelings for you” he said, his voice turning into a whisper by the end of the sentence.
We both sat there for a while, neither of us said anything, but I knew I had to tell the truth. He was being open enough with me, and I had to return the favour.
“I know how you feel” I whispered.
He looked at me, smiling. “You mean...you feel it too?”
I didn’t say anything. I just sat there, facing forwards.
“I know you feel weird mom, but you shouldn’t. There’s nothing wrong about this, people can’t help their feelings” he said.
I still couldn’t answer him, I didn’t know what to say, even though there was so much I could say.
“It’s been different since dad died. I mean, we’ve always been close, but after that, I didn’t see you as my mom, you were my friend, and now we’re not just friends, I know we both feel the same and...” he said as I interrupted him.
“But this is wrong Mike! We both know it’s wrong. I’m basically your mother, and this isn’t right...” as I said this, he grabbed me, pulled me close to him and kissed me passionately. I tried to pull away but I couldn’t. We kissed softly and passionately, before he pulled away slowly and looked me in my eyes.
“Tell me that felt wrong” he whispered.
I turned and looked out of the window. “Let’s go home” I said quietly.
When we got home, we both went to our bedrooms, not much was said. I went to my room and sat on my bed. I started thinking about our kiss, it was all I could think about, and I felt so guilty about how I had acted when it happened.
“Maybe I should go and make sure he’s ok” I thought to myself. I sat and thought about it for about 10 minutes, before deciding I should go into his room.
I got up and slowly walked down the hallway to his bedroom. I felt so nervous, and I didn’t understand why. I got to his bedroom and knocked on the door. There was no reply, so I decided to just go in to see if he was awake.
I entered the room slowly. His TV was on, and he was lay in his bed. He turned to look at me “Oh hey mom” he said quietly. He seemed to be so sad.
I walked over to his bed, and signalled to him to move over. As he did I got into the bed next to him. I got myself comfortable, and rested my head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry Mike. I just didn’t know how to act. This is so hard for me, but you’re right. I do feel the same way, I just... I don’t know what to do about it” I told him. As I did he wrapped his arm around me and started to stroke on my shoulder. I lifted my head up to look at him, and he looked down at me. We looked at each other for a while, before he softly kissed my lips. This time I didn’t want to pull away, I wanted him to kiss me more. I felt his tongue slightly slip into my mouth as we kissed passionately.
As we kissed, I moved my hand lightly down his body, he slept naked, so he wasn’t wearing anything. My hand rubbed down his body until I got to his cock. It was so big, and so hard. I rubbed my hand on it, then taking his balls into my hand. I then got up and knelt with both of my knees either side of his legs. I kissed him softly, before I began to kiss down his body, until I got to his cock.
I took it in my hand, sliding my hand up and down it, slowly and softly. I brought my lips towards it and kissed it softly, with one hand lightly rubbing on his balls. I wanted to please him so much. I felt so bad for everything that had happened, I knew I had upset him with the way that I had acted earlier, and I wanted to make it up to him.
I slowly wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I began to suck him slowly, with one hand rubbing up and down on the rest of his big cock. I moved my head up and down slowly, soaking his cock with my mouth. I could feel him slightly moving his hips up to get deeper in my mouth. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I knew I couldn’t fuck him yet, it was too soon, and I wasn’t ready for that, and I wasn’t sure if he was either, so I just wanted to please him with my lips until then.
I began sucking him deeper and harder. I could feel his big cock getting so deep in my mouth, almost chocking me. I could hear his light moans as he moved his hips faster, mouth fucking me deep.
I knew he was about to burst. I wanted to taste him so bad, I moved my hand faster up and down his cock and my lips wrapped tighter around him, and got deeper down on his cock.
Suddenly his cock burst in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, filling up my mouth with his sweet cum, I tried my best to swallow it all, then sucked more on his cock, to get every drop of his sweet juice from him. I swallowed every drop that was in my mouth, before slowly getting up and crawling up the bed to kiss him. He smiled as I did and all he could say was “wow”.
For the rest of that night I lay in his arms, and eventually we fell asl**p together. I knew this was the major turning point. We were no longer mother and son, our relationship was now at a completely different level.
The next morning I woke up to see Mike staring at me. When I opened my eyes he smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I remembered what had happened last night, and it didn’t bother me. I didn’t regret it, I enjoyed thinking about it, and I wanted it to happen again. I was seriously starting to develop deep feelings for him, feelings I hadn’t felt for a long time. Mike’s father and I were married happily, but he rarely made me feel the way Mike did.
“Let’s stay in tonight mom, we’ll order some food and watch movies together, how does that sound?” he asked me.
“That sounds great. You got any plans for today?” I replied.
“Yeah I’m going to go down to the library to try and get on with this assignment I have” he told me.
“Alright, well you better get up and get ready then” I told him.
He looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on the head and climbed out of the bed. He still had no clothes on, and I noticed that his cock was rock hard. He turned and looked at me, I looked back, but not at his face, I couldn’t take my eyes of his big cock.
“I’m going to have a shower, I’ll be thinking of you” he said, smiling cheekily at me. I nibbled on my bottom lip as he said this, and he walked out of the room. I couldn’t help but slide my hand down my body to my pussy as I heard the bathroom door close. He got me so hot, I couldn’t help but play with myself after seeing his big cock. I came very quickly, before getting up to get on with some chores.
When Mike was ready he left for the library, after he kissed me softly on the lips, and told me he wouldn’t be too long, and that he would pick up some movies on the way back.
I carried on with some chores for an hour or so while he was gone, and then decided I was in the mood for a bath. I ran the bath and got myself undressed before getting in. I didn’t bother locking the door, as I knew I was the only one home, and anyway, even if Mike was to come home, I didn’t care if he was to see me like this.
I lay back, relaxing, until I heard the front door close and Mike shouted “I’m back” from downstairs. I didn’t reply, I felt so naughty, I wanted him to go looking for me, I wanted him to check in the bathroom, to see me lying her, wet and naked. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and I heard him check my bedroom. I knew he would check here next, I was so excited. I saw the handle start to turn and he poked his head in the door. As soon as I saw him I smiled a naughty smile, and he grinned back at me. He came in the room and shut the door behind him. Neither of us said anything, we just looked at each other. He began to take off his clothes, then climbed into the bath with me.
He climbed in behind me, and let me sit between his legs. He kissed on my cheek, and down to my neck. Wrapping his hands around me from behind and placing his hands on my wet, soapy tits. He began massaging them slowly. Then he did the hottest thing. He slowly lifted me up a tiny bit and placed his cock underneath my ass. He started moving himself slowly, so my ass cheeks were wrapped around his cock. This turned me on so much, I could feel his cock between my ass cheeks and I began moving myself slowly, grinding my ass up and down his cock. I heard his breathing begin to quicken and become heavier, he let out little moans. I loved it, I loved pleasing him, and it felt so good. He carried on massaging my tits. I knew I wanted him now, I wanted to fuck him.
“You want me baby?” I whispered to him.
“Mmmm I want you so bad mom” he answered.
“You want to fuck your mom? Is that what you want baby?” I asked.
“Mmm yes, I want to fuck my mom hard!” He said, getting louder.
“Ok then baby, I’ll give you my pussy, you can have your mommy’s pussy. Get out and sit on the toilet” I demanded.
He stood up slowly and got out of the bath, walking over to the toilet. He put down the toilet seat and slowly sat down. His cock was so hard it seemed to stand.
I got out of the bath and slowly walked over to him. I stood in front of him and he grabbed me. I sat on his lap, our naked bodies were so close to each other, my pussy was pulsing, I wanted him so bad. I rubbed myself on his legs so my clit was getting rubbed hard. I slowly lifted myself up and took his big cock in my hand. I moved myself closer, then began to sit myself down on him. I felt the head of his cock enter my pussy slowly, before he pushed me down on him and his whole cock entered me, so deep. I let out a loud moan, wrapping my arms around him.
“mmmm yeah mom, fuck me, ride me cock” He shouted at me.
“yeah baby, is that what you want, you want your mom to bounce on your big cock?” I replied.
He didn’t say anything, but began making my bounce on his cock, I lifted myself up and down fast and hard, hearing our naked bodies slap together. I moaned so loud, screaming his name.
“Mmmmm yeah Mike baby, give it to your mommy, give it to her good!” I screamed.
He picked me up and shoved me against the wall, shoving his cock so deep inside me, then he did something completely unexpected. He pulled his cock out of my dripping wet pussy, and moved it backwards, pointing it to my ass. I’d never done this before, I was a virgin in that hole, he slowly placed the head of his cock on my asshole, he began to push slowly, I let out a scream as he did it. He pushed a little further...
“Aw yeah baby, fuck mommy’s ass!” I shouted. As I did he pushed his cock even deeper inside my tight little asshole and began moving in and out of me, with me pressed up against the wall. He fucked me so hard. He lasted a lot longer than I expected him to, before telling me,
“I’m going to cum mom, I’m going to cum in your tight little ass!”
“Mmmm yes baby, cum in mommy’s ass!” I told him.
And as I said this, I felt a big load of his cum, shooting into my little asshole, we both moaned loudly as this happened. He then smiled at me, and I grinned back at him. He held me up with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, and we kissed so passionately.
Mike carried me into my bedroom, still kissing me, and placed me down on the bed. He kissed my lips then kissed down my body to my tits. He kissed and licked on them slowly, softly sucking on my little pink nipples. Before he kissed and licked down my body, to my little pussy. I was so wet, my clit was huge and wanted some attention.
I felt his soft lips kiss lightly on my clit. I moaned softly, as he stuck out his tongue. He began circling my clit with his tongue, then slowly pushed two fingers inside me. He moved his fingers in and out of me slowly, while sucking lightly on my clit.
I was moaning intensely, squeezing on my tits. He began moving his fingers faster in and out of me, still sucking softly on my clit. I moaned and screamed for more, until he stopped and stood up over it, he got his cock in his hand and began to rub it up and down my soaking pussy.
“You want it mom? You want this cock?” He asked me, grinning at me.
“I want it so bad baby, give it to me, give it to me now” I begged.
As I did he moved his cock slowly, sliding it into my pussy. I moaned so loud, clinging onto the bed sheets. He fucked me so hard, until he made me squirt my juices all over his cock.
We spent the night together in my room, which was to become our room, and we fucked all night long. The relationship was finally clear. We were no longer mother and son, we were not even friends, we were lovers, falling deeper in love with each other every day.
The next morning I woke up next to Mike. I turned to look at him and smiled. He was awake and looking down at me. He smiled and turned to kiss me on the lips.
“I love you mom” he told me. The words meant so much, and I had been waiting to hear him say them.
“I love you too baby” I replied, kissing him passionately.
From then, my relationship with Mike grew stronger. We decided to move away. He got a job, and I could still work from home. We got a little house together, far away from where we used to live. We didn’t think of ourselves as mother and son anymore, he was mine and I was his, we were in love.
We decided to start a new f****y together, after all, we weren’t bl**d related, and to this day I love Mike with all my heart.
And he still gives me the best sex of my life.