A Mother's Sin (2023 Revision)

As the night wore on, I found myself lost in a sea of erotic thoughts, my mind consumed by the image of my son taking me from behind, his strong hands gripping my ample hips as he plunged deep into my eager, waiting body. I couldn’t help but touch myself, my fingers tracing the curves of my body as I imagined his hard, throbbing cock filling me up completely.

As the hours ticked by, my pleasure grew more intense, my moans and gasps filling the air as I brought myself to the brink of ecstasy time and time again. By the time the sun began to rise, my bed was soaked through with the sweet, sticky evidence of my desire, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasms.

But as I lay there, spent and sated, a nagging thought crept into my mind - had I gone too far? After all, I had already given in to the taboo desires that had haunted me for so long, giving myself over to the lustful embrace of both my father and my brother. Was I truly ok, or had I crossed a line that could never be uncrossed?

But even as I pondered these questions, another thought began to take shape in my mind - a plan to seduce my handsome, virile teacher, to make him my willing partner in the wild, forbidden world of taboo desire. And as I lay there, my body still humming with pleasure, I knew that I would stop at nothing to make my twisted fantasies a reality.

-oOo-

Are you a bad mother? It’s a question that lingers in my mind, but I know the answer. I am the second kind of bad mother, the one who craves the touch of her child in a way that society deems taboo. But I can’t help it, it’s like a genetic predisposition that I can’t shake off.

As I watch my son Jimmy, I can’t help but feel a stirring in my loins. Is it wrong to want him in that way? Maybe it’s him who’s manipulating me, but I don’t care. I remember my own twisted affair with my brother, and I know that I’m the one in control.

I watch the video of Jimmy ass-fucking me, and I can feel the heat rising in my body. I decide that I’m going to be the one in charge of any sexual affair we might have. I plot a fake situation to seduce him, and I can’t wait to feel his hands on my body again.

Last night, he took advantage of me in a way that I never dreamed possible. He fucked me in the damn asshole, slapping my fat ass like he was a porn star stud. It was crazy, but I loved every moment of it.

I know it’s deviant, but I can’t help myself. I want him, and I’ll do anything to have him. I’m a bad mother, but I don’t care. As long as I have Jimmy, nothing else matters.

Tonight, I am going to get what I crave, one way or another. The little devil will give it to me, willingly or not. I can hardly wait to feel his body against mine, to taste his lips and explore every inch of him.

I am playing it cool, just like I did last night. When he comes home from school, I will pretend to be passed out from my sleeping pills. I have placed them on the table by the couch, so he will see them and know that I am out cold.

To make the scene even more convincing, I have picked up a few extra props. An empty beer bottle will make him think I am even more intoxicated than I was last night. And a big rubber dildo, purchased from the porno store, will guide him in the right direction.

I want him to think that I am sexually frustrated, to the point where I have gotten drunk and stoned while watching porn. I even picked up a movie called “Big Momma Needs Love Too!” to make him think that I am interested in younger men.

I know he is just eighteen, but when he walks in that door tonight, I want him to know exactly what I need and what I want. I want him to be mine, completely and utterly.

As I lay there, pretending to be unconscious, I couldn’t help but feel a tingle of excitement run through my body. My lover was about to arrive, and I had a surprise in store for him.

I had carefully chosen a movie that featured a woman who looked just like me, and I had frozen it on a particularly steamy scene. I knew that as soon as he walked in the door, the image would hit him like a ton of bricks.

I couldn’t wait to feel his strong hands on my body, but I was nervous. It had been so long since I had been touched like this, and I wanted it to be perfect.

As the minutes ticked by, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. And then, finally, I heard the door open.

I lay there, still pretending to be unconscious, as he walked in and saw me in all my naked glory. I could see the desire in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.

And then, without a word, he began to ravish me. His hands were rough and demanding as he explored every inch of my body, and I moaned with pleasure.

It was everything I had hoped for and more, and as he finally entered me, I felt a wave of ecstasy wash over me.

But as we reached the peak of our passion, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to set up the camcorder. It was a small detail, but it didn’t matter. In that moment, all that mattered was the intense pleasure we were experiencing together.

Oh, the thrill of the chase! With just three minutes remaining, I feel the urgency coursing through my veins, igniting a fire within me. My heart pounds in my chest as I prepare for a mad dash to retrieve the camera from my closet. Oh, how I long for a video of this momentous occasion; it simply cannot be done without capturing it on film.

My body, fueled by desire, propels me forward, my feet barely touching the ground as I race through the house. The anticipation heightens my senses, making every second feel like an eternity. I turn corners with grace, my movements fluid and purposeful, all in pursuit of that damn camcorder.

In my haste, I shed my blouse, freeing myself from the constraints of clothing. Oh, the freedom of being naked, unencumbered by fabric! It reminds me of my youth, when I was unburdened by the weight of adulthood. Ah, those were the days, when my breasts were not as ample as they are now. Each step I take sends them bouncing, their voluptuousness captivating me, reminding me of the sensuality that awaits.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Hurry! Fuck! Shit! Dammit!” I mutter under my breath, the urgency driving me forward. Time is of the essence, and I cannot afford to waste a single moment. They will be here any minute, and I must be ready to greet them with open arms, and perhaps a few surprises along the way.

As I enter the boudoir, my bosom throbs with a delightful ache, a testament to their untamed bouncing allure. In this moment, I yearn for the grace of smaller breasts, if only to alleviate the sensations that consume me.

With a camcorder clasped in one hand and my panties flung carelessly from the other, I manage to retreat back to the living room with mere seconds to spare. The sheer force and motion of my voluptuous bosom, however, disrupts my equilibrium at the final moment, causing me to stumble and sprawl my ample derriere across the floor.

Just as I hear the jingle of Jimmy’s keys in the door lock, I hastily make my way to the entertainment center, forcefully placing the camera atop it. Collapsing onto the couch, I am met with an unexpected surprise - the sensation of a dildo beneath me.

“Hey, Mom! Hey! Hello? What... the devil... is she doing... goodness! Has she resorted to sleeping pills once more? And alcohol too... It seems... oh my! Hey! What on earth is she watching? Oh-hoo... Well, that certainly explains her state of undress!”

Jimmy was a smart boy, no doubt about it. It took him only a minute and a half to figure out what he was looking at, and I couldn’t help but wonder what expression was on his face. I wanted to open my eyes and see for myself, but I couldn’t move a muscle.

But from the sound of his voice, I could tell he wasn’t disappointed with my druggie bad behavior. In fact, he sounded positively exhausted. I knew he had been waiting for this moment, just as I had.

“Big Momma Needs Love Too!” he said sarcastically. But I knew he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I could feel the heat between my legs, and I knew he could too.

I wanted him to come over and fuck me like a good son. I wanted to feel his hot, thick, squirting come inside me. I was so fucking horny, I could almost taste it.

But he was taking his sweet time. Didn’t he know how much I needed him? I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him now.

“Come to me,” I whispered, my voice heavy with desire. My body was on fire, my mind consumed with the thought of him inside me. And then, as he entered me, I gasped in ecstasy. “Oh holy shit,” I moaned, my body writhing beneath him.

But as he continued to thrust, a sudden realization hit me. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of him coming inside me. “Oh how stupid was that?” I thought, panic rising within me. “Now what am I gonna do?”

My mind raced as he continued to move inside me. If he came and I ended up pregnant, it would be a scandal beyond measure. But even as I tried to push the thought from my mind, my body betrayed me. I was so turned on, so desperate for him, that I couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping.

And then, as he pulled out, I knew it was too late. “Fuck-shit!” I cursed, my heart racing. “I might end up pregnant by him - how sick would that be!”

But even as I tried to calm myself, my thoughts were interrupted by a voice. “I bet I know a young man who wouldn’t mind coming in to meet you, heh-heh!” My mother’s words echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had some kind of obsession with younger men.

As I lay there, lost in thought, I realized that I was in a pickle. I couldn’t do anything to stop him if he was of a mind to blow a load in my pussy. “Shit!” I thought, my heart racing.

But even as I tried to push the thought from my mind, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. My body was so swollen and aching, how could he not want to stick himself inside me? “Man! Look at that pussy!” I heard him say. “It’s practically begging for something to be stuck up in it!”

And then, as he entered me once more, I knew that I was lost. I would do anything to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could give me. “Oh well!” I thought, my mind consumed with desire. “Guess it’s too late to cry about it now, just shut up and suck it up - every last little hot drop of it, too. Damn I’m so horny!”

I could hear the subtle thud of his backpack hitting the floor, followed by the delicate whisper of fabric as he undressed, shedding his school uniform shirt.

“Mother? Is that a provocative toy beneath your exquisite derriere? Goodness gracious! It seems she must have indulged in some intimate exploration!”

No, no, no - he might misconstrue my desires, assuming I crave further anal pleasures - oh, why did I carelessly perch upon that accursed object?

“Silly woman, you should have placed it within your ample, inviting femininity, truly! Perhaps I should demonstrate what I mean.”

Ah, yes, that’s it - no anal this time - I yearn for it within my delicate, moist sanctuary!

“Ah, much better! No, no - that won’t suffice, allow me to plunge it deeper for you, Mother!”

Oh dear, he has inserted the darned dildo. Not the toy, you imbecile, your throbbing manhood - your exquisite, pulsating manhood! Oh, my son!

“I wager you relish this, don’t you?”

Oh my! In truth, I do! Goodness! He possesses an innate talent for pleasuring, doesn’t he!

He begins to slide his thick, pulsating member inside of me, slowly at first, savoring every inch of my tightness. I can feel my body responding to his every move, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. As he picks up the pace, I can feel my orgasm building, a fire burning deep within me.

Just as I’m about to explode, he pulls out, leaving me gasping and wanting more. But before I can even protest, he’s already unzipping his pants, his cock standing at attention, ready to take me to new heights of pleasure.

I can feel my heart racing as he enters me once again, his cock filling me completely. I’m lost in a sea of sensation, my body writhing beneath him as he takes me to the brink of ecstasy.

And then it happens - my body convulses with pleasure, my juices flowing freely as I scream out his name. He’s relentless, his hands roaming over my body, his lips on mine as we ride the waves of pleasure together.

As he discovers my breasts, I can feel my nipples hardening under his touch, my body responding to his every move. And then, just as I think I can’t take any more, I come again, my body shaking with the force of my release.

In that moment, I know that I’ll never need a cheap rubber cock again - not when I have the real thing right here with me.

Oh, yes! Yes! You naughty little devil, take me however you please. Ravage me, make me yours completely. I want you to fuck me raw, to take me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. Oh, how I long to tell you what I desire, to beg for more.

But I can’t break the spell we’re under, the game we’re playing. If you knew I was awake, you might hold back, afraid to indulge in the twisted fantasies that drive us both wild. So I remain silent, letting you believe you’re taking me by force, when in reality, I’m giving myself to you willingly.

Your body slams into mine, your hips pumping like a machine, driving me to new heights of pleasure. Your hands grip my breasts, squeezing them roughly as you suckle at my nipples. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm, my body trembling with anticipation.

As you continue to pound into me, I lift my head to steal a glance at you. Your face is twisted in pleasure, your lips parted as you moan with each thrust. And then I remember - you’re the reason my curves are so voluptuous, the reason my breasts are so full and my ass so round.

But in this moment, none of that matters. All that matters is the pleasure we’re giving each other, the raw, primal connection that drives us both to the brink of madness. And as we come together, our bodies entwined in ecstasy, I know that I’ll never be able to get enough of you.

I always knew I had a body that could turn heads, with my big ass and D-cup breasts, but nothing prepared me for the changes that came with pregnancy.

My son, the product of my own body, now had control over it. And I couldn’t deny the thrill that came with his touch. I wanted him to ravage me, to take me completely and utterly. After all, I had made him. He was mine.

And as he thrust into me, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I wanted him to fill me with his hot, thick seed. I wanted to feel him explode inside me.

He groaned and I knew he was close. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. And then, with a final thrust, he came. His hot come filled me, and I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy.

As we both came down from our high, I couldn’t help but think back to the taboo encounters of my past. With my brother, with my own father. It had felt too good to care then, and it felt too good to care now.

My son leaned back, grabbing my legs and pulling me towards him. I wondered if he would really come inside his own mother. And then he spoke, his words sending shivers down my spine.

“Look at those tits bounce,” he said, and I knew that this was just the beginning of our forbidden love.

As he thrusts into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless, I can feel my body building towards an explosive climax. But just as I’m about to shatter into a million pieces, he pulls out, leaving me gasping and wanting more.

And then, in a move that takes me by surprise, he unleashes the thickest, most copious load of semen I’ve ever seen. It covers my entire belly in a sticky, gooey mess of sperm, leaving me feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied.

As I lay there, panting and covered in his essence, I can’t help but feel a sense of pride. I’m the one who made him reach his climax, the one who brought him to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.

And as I watch him hose me down with his thick, pulsating cock, I feel another orgasm building within me. I’m so turned on by the sight of him, so aroused by the knowledge that I’m the one who brought him to this point.

But even as I revel in the pleasure of his gift, I can’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. I want him inside me, filling me up with his hot, sticky seed. I want to feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me, his cock buried deep within my wet, aching pussy.

But for now, I’ll settle for the gift he’s given me. And as I lay there, covered in his essence, I know that I’ll be back for more. Because there’s nothing quite like the feeling of being completely and utterly satisfied by the man you love.

-oOo-

I can’t help but wonder where my little lover boy has gone off to. He should have been back hours ago. Maybe my sweet pussy isn’t as tempting as it used to be. Perhaps he’s found himself a new little plaything. The thought of it makes me jealous, but also incredibly turned on.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he brought her home. We could have a little threesome, explore each other’s bodies and desires. Oh, the thought of a tight, innocent little thing getting ravaged by my son while I watch and participate is almost too much to bear.

But then again, that would mean the end of our little game. The one where I pretend to be asleep while he takes me, ravages me in my slumber. It’s getting tiresome, having to hold back my moans and screams of pleasure. I want to fully enjoy every moment with him.

The question is, will he still want me if he knows I’m awake? Will he still want to play his twisted game of sleep-rape? I suppose there’s only one way to find out. It’s time to take control and see where our desires take us.

As I stood in his room, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of desire coursing through my veins. The thought of being in his bed, right beneath his tantalizing boob girl poster, was too much to resist. I knew I had to have him, and I had to have him now.

I made sure the old bottle of sleeping pills was in plain sight, just in case. Then, I slowly undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor in a heap. I wanted to be completely naked, completely vulnerable, for him.

As I lay there, my body sprawled out like the slut I knew I was, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside me. I knew that when he finally arrived home, he would take me in his arms and make me his own.

And then, finally, I heard the sound of his footsteps approaching. My heart raced as I waited for him to enter the room. And when he did, I knew that I was his.

“Dammit!” I cried out, unable to contain my excitement any longer. “It’s about fucking time you got home, you little bastard!”

But he didn’t seem to mind my language. Instead, he smiled at me, his big dick already on its way. And as he climbed onto the bed with me, I knew that I was in for the ride of my life.

“Time for you to come to Momma, little boy,” I whispered, as he took me in his arms and made me his own. And in that moment, I knew that I had found my true love, my soulmate, my everything.

-oOo-

As I walked into my bedroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, lying naked in my bed, tempting me with every inch of her body. My heart raced as I wondered how long she had been there, and what had brought her to my bed.

But as I gazed upon her flawless curves, I couldn’t help but feel a primal desire stirring within me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. I climbed onto the bed, my eyes locked on her perfect form, and I began to explore every inch of her body.

As I traced my fingers over her soft skin, I felt a rush of heat coursing through my veins. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.

And as I plunged deep inside her, I knew that I was crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to feel her body writhing beneath me, to hear her moans of pleasure as I took her to the brink of ecstasy.