The sexual tension had been building between my mother and I for months. I was living at home again during a summer break from college, and without a girlfriend, I had a lot of sexual energy that needed to be released. Masturbation became a daily routine, but after getting used to sex with my ex, it just wasn’t enough. I began to lust, and my mother just happened to be the woman closest to me. It was impossible not to notice the feminine curves of her body, the way her hips swayed as she walked from one side of the room to the other. She was an incredibly beautiful woman, and she oozed sensuality. I think she started to notice the extra attention I was giving her, and at the time it even seemed like she liked it.
This went on all summer. Then one day, while I was locked away in my room attempting to release my sexual frustrations, my mother called me downstairs to help her cook dinner. Somewhat annoyed at the interruption, I pulled my underwear up and stuffed my erection back into my jeans. It refused to subside as I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. As I rounded the corner my eyes instantly met my mother’s ample butt, which was very tightly wrapped in her faded skinny jeans. Hearing me enter the room, she half turned around from the stove and for the briefest moment, I was sure I saw her look right down at the embarrassing bulge in my pants. But she hid it well.
With a motherly smile she asked, “Will you set the table for me please? And when you get done with that, could you get started on the mashed potatoes. Everything you need is sitting out on the counter over there.”
After I set the table, I moved to step over by the sink to make the potatoes. But as I did, my mother backed away from the stove to go to the fridge, and our bodies collided. My erection, which was relentless, nudged itself directly between her butt cheeks before we pulled away. The contact was brief, but she felt it. I knew it, and she knew it. We both clumsily apologized, but her gentle gaze lingered on me a little longer than expected. My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, but we laughed it off and continued preparing the meal.
My father got home from work right as we finished, so we all sat down and ate like a boring suburban family. Not much was said. There was clearly tension in the air, but my father appeared to be oblivious. After the meal, my mother stood up and walked behind me. Gingerly placing a hand on my shoulder, she said, “Will you wash the dishes for me please dear?”
"Sure," was my response. But rather than simply walking away, my mother leaned down to place a soft kiss on the top of my head, and her slim fingers trailed along my shoulders in a surprisingly sensual way. "Thank you dear," she said in a low voice.
I found that odd. Mom never called me dear. That’s what she usually called my father.
I cleaned up the table, while my father plopped down on the couch to watch TV, and my mother disappeared somewhere upstairs.
Later after we all said our goodnights, I once again shut myself away in my bedroom to relieve the pressure that had been building all day. I needed to cum desperately, so I wasted no time.
It was about midnight, and I was laying stark naked on my bed, stroking like my life depended on it. Then I heard my doorknob turn, and the door slowly opened to reveal my mother, who stood in the threshold wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. Shocked by the intrusion, I tried desperately to cover up, grabbing my sheets and attempting to pull them over my lap. Mom, however, made no such effort. Her breasts hung proudly from her heaving chest, and there was an obvious wet patch between her legs.
Confidently she strode over to the side of my bed, telling me to push the covers out of the way. Sheepishly I complied, and she devoured the sight of my cock with hungry eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked, confused but still incredibly aroused.
"I’m going to fuck you, how does that sound?" The lust in her eyes was obvious.
"Wha…what about dad?" I was starting to accept the idea of sex with my own mother.
"Don’t you worry about him baby. He’s fast asleep. We have all the time we need."
Without another word, my mom flung her right leg up onto the bed to the opposite side of me, and pulled herself over my midsection. She didn’t even take the time to remove her panties. She just yanked them to the side, eagerly grabbed my cock from my hands, put it right against her pussy. She looked me straight in the eyes as she sank down. Every single inch felt like a mile as my pulsing erection slid into her dripping vagina. She finally stopped when my testicles bumped against her cheeks.
The feeling was overwhelming. Warm, wet, tight, soft. I’d had sex before, but this was different. This was my own mother. The vagina my cock now penetrated was the very same one through which I was born. I could hardly believe it. My mind raced and my vision blurred, and before I knew it my mom was riding like a champ, rising up to nearly let me fall from her grasp, and slamming back down to take me all the way in again.
It didn’t take long for me to get into the rhythm. We fucked like long lost lovers. Our hands were everywhere, groping and feeling. I reached up to grab her by the back of her head, pulled her down and our mouths crashed together. My tongue reached out for hers, and hers for mine. We kissed in ways no mother and son ever should, according to everyone else anyway.
As her weight lifted and fell, my hips moved in kind, bucking up into her inviting body as far as they could get my cock to go. We lost track of time completely. We could have fucked for five minutes or fifty, but it didn’t matter. All I could think about was the sensation of my penis sawing in and out of my mother, and I’m sure that’s all that was on her mind as well. We stifled moans and gasps, careful not to alert my father to our incestuous copulation.
As she rode me, I ran my hands up her muscular thighs, feeling them flex with her movements. I grabbed a handful of her firm backside, and she put a hand on my chest, bracing herself. We knew it was coming. We couldn’t stop it, and we didn’t want to.
"You gonna cum?" she asked, panting. I couldn’t even muster the words. A nod of my head was all I could manage. "Good, say when" she instructed.
Our foreheads were pressed together, and we breathed into each other’s open mouths. The passion I felt with my mother was unlike anything I had ever experienced. As I felt the sensation rising in my shaft, I quickly tightened my grip on her ass. She got the signal, and immediately began to grind down hard on my erection.
Our orgasms hit like colliding locomotives. An excited yelp escaped her lips before I covered them with my own. The muscles of her vagina clamped down on my cock so hard it felt like her body was trying to absorb me. I could feel her fluids gush onto my lap, and I returned the favor. Streak after streak of warm gooey cum blasted into her wanting body, but we were bound together so tightly that none of it escaped. I filled her pussy to the brim, and she fingered her clit with a fury as she rode out a powerful orgasm.
When our bodies had finally exhausted themselves, my mother collapsed in a heap on top of me. We were both breathing very heavily. I could feel my cum running out of her body as my erection began to subside, and she released her grip on me. The sheets and our laps both were a mess of sweat and other bodily fluids, but neither of us cared. We basked in the afterglow, enjoying the warmth of each other’s body.
After resting and just laying there for about ten minutes, my mother began to stir. I assumed she would probably get up and go the bathroom, and then join dad in bed. But to my surprise, she reached over to my nightstand, where she grabbed the alarm clock and set it for 5:00 am. Then she got back down beside me, one leg draped over mine, and pulled the sheets over the both of us. This incredible woman continued to amaze me. She had just fucked her own son with her husband just down the hall, and now she was actually going to sleep in my bed with me all night long. I don’t know if you could reasonably say I fell in love with her at that moment, but it sure felt like it.
We cuddled together and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, not a care in the world, and completely satisfied.
