- Incest/Taboo
- Me & My Son's First Time
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My husband left me years ago and, at the time this story begins, I was thirty-five years old. I'd been feeling horny for most of this particular day but I still hadn't done anything to satisfy my arousal before my teenage son came home after visiting friends.
At eighteen years old, Sam was tall with a medium build that wasn't too muscular, and he kept his black hair short. He was fit — didn't smoke — and was extremely well endowed. Yes, I confess I'd seen him in the shower a few times and, although his cock was flaccid, it was impressively long and thick. Another confession: I often thought about seeing him erect, imagining that it would be huge and hard.
Truthfully, I got wet thinking about his cock and when I heard him in his bedroom with various girlfriends I was in floods. Oh yes, Sam was definitely advanced for his age and enjoyed giving and receiving oral — and fucking, given the chance.
And Sam also loved to flirt, even with me. In fact, for weeks he constantly flirted, following me around the house, getting more and more naughty with his remarks and grinning at me. It became obvious that my young son had ideas about fucking me.
I did not discuss this with him but there was no mistaking the signals. I knew he wanted to fuck me — and, as it was some time since I'd had a hard cock, I was truly tempted. So, I came to a decision: if Sam made the first move, I wouldn't stop him...
It's early evening and we've just finished eating. In the lounge, my son is sitting on our large settee and I waste no time settling next to him and sipping more of the red wine I'd started drinking during our meal. The wine is making me feel hot while we exchange small talk, chatting about ordinary every day happenings. Just one difference: I feel sexual energy building between us. It's the way he's looking at me, especially my breasts. He's drooling.
I stand and turn on a small lamp at the side of the settee, then slowly walk over to switch off the main light. In the subdued glow, I return to sit alongside Sam. Almost immediately, he puts a hand on one of my big tits and caresses it over the top of my thin blouse. My hard nipple tells its own story but I say nothing. After all the weeks of flirting, my son is finally making his move.
Clearly encouraged by my silence, he puts his other hand on my knee and gradually slides it up the inside of my thigh. My skirt just about covers my pussy and as my naughty teen son fondles my breasts and pinches the hard nipples, I see a remarkable bulge in his jeans.
Unchallenged, he slides his hand further towards my panties and I open my legs, providing my horny son with easier access. Gently he rubs along my pants and I feel very aroused and moist. His bulge is even bigger now and I reach down to feel his hardness. We both rub and feel over our clothes; Sam gets even harder and I get wetter.
We're not speaking — our hands are doing all the talking — and I want to fuck him but it will not be on this settee. My bed is in the adjoining room and, with the sexual heat at fever pitch, I whisper, "Hey, Sam, why don't you come to mummy's bedroom and we'll see what comes up."
"Oh, yes," he grins, "I'd love to go to your bedroom with you."
When we stand, I see his lump is now enormous. "Oh my," I say, "it seems you have a problem. Would you like mummy to sort that out and show you what your father is missing?"
"Oh, yes mummy." He's definitely eager. "I want you mummy; I've wanted you for ages."
"Oh, you're very naughty, Sam." I smile at him. "Listen, I didn't come on to you but I had decided that if you made a move, I wouldn't stop you."
"I hoped that's what you were thinking. You know I've not had a girlfriend for a while but, honestly, I've been thinking about you for ages. That's why I've been flirting with you."
"Well, we're alone now, son. We can go to my bedroom and have fun. Do you want to come to my bed?"
He nods. "Oh yes, please."
"Okay, babe, follow mummy."
Facing each other at the side of the double bed, we caress intimate places before stripping off our clothes. The bed creaks when we get on and I'm soaking wet and horny as fuck. Lying naked next to him, my virile son is on his back and his cock is hugely erect. I can see Sam's anxious to get it inside me, to be fucking my mature wet pussy.
I stroke Sam's long hard teenage cock and also move a hand over his smooth chest, playing with his nipples and licking them. I plant kisses on his firm chest, over his tummy, and down to his groin. I lift his cock to my mouth and suck on the head while I stroke his shaft and play with his full, heavy balls.
My randy son fingers my pussy and I take his cock from my mouth to admire his stupendous erection. It's glistening with pre-cum and twitches and pulses in my hand. I resume licking and sucking and Sam is rampant, wanting much more. He wants to fuck me, and I want to fuck him.
I get on my back, spread my legs apart. "Come on, Sam, fuck mummy. You can go all the way, babe... I've had my tubes tied. Fuck me and cum in your mummy. You do want to get your horny cock in mummy, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I want my hard cock up your big wet pussy."
"Okay, get between my legs and get your cock in me. Do it now, Sam."
With that, he moves between my thighs, his young cock upright up. It has a slight bend but it's fully erect, ready to spear me. In position, he pushes closer and his large knob meets my puffy open pussy lips. My inner pussy lips welcome him and he thrusts in and out, up and down. Yes, the fucking of my horny pussy from my randy young teenage son has begun. We're locked together, fucking hard and then fucking slow, my mature pussy taking my son's long and thick hard cock As he fucks, I rub my clit and also massage the top of his pulsating shaft. That drives him to fuck me harder.
The sounds of our passionate sex — squelching, slapping flesh, groaning and gasping — fills the room. Sam's powerful teen cock is giving me orgasm after orgasm and he has great stamina. He keeps pounding me but doesn't cum while I bounce on the firm mattress, bucking to meet my son's strong plunging cock. Goodness, the fucking is intense.
'My god, the stamina of youth,' I think when my son suddenly pulls out and turns me onto my hands and knees. He gives it to me doggy style, driving his long rod into my depths, slapping against my buttocks until he finally he erupts. I cum with him and then it's over.
We lay resting for a while before he slips off to wash and I go for a shower. As the warm water flows over me, I feel no shame that my young son has just fucked me. The taboo is broken — and I loved it.
To be continued
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoCan you scrappy ass writers please stop using the word "mommy?" Yours is actually worse because you spent it "mummy." There's nothing sexy about making a man think about when his punishment was under 2 inches!
Anonymous5 months agoOf all the incestuous genre the mother/son relationship seem to be the hottest of all family relationship.
I like to see a slow loving relationship develop between a set of lovers. And when it is the mother and her son, I like to see them take it easy and slow. Not sure why I feel like this, but it also gets super-hot when there is the chance of mom getting pregnant. I'm sure it is because even when the taboo of sex between mother and son.... making a baby is just that more taboo.
Anonymous12 months agoCharming. There's really no reason for a healthy mother to go without sex when she has an adoring, loving adult son in the house. A young man has needs, and so does a middle aged woman. Hormonally they fit together like clockwork, and that only deepens the family bond. I imagine nothing cums close to the feeling of making love to the very source of existence, and I hope this charming mother continues to offer him that gift for a long time. I look forward to seeing how this story progresses.
Anonymousover 1 year agoI plan to read all the author has written. While I do I will weigh my opinion on the sex of RandyforMum92. It reads great because it is descriptive of how a son would want his mother, even if the point of view is the mother.
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoThe love for a son from his mother is truly an amazing love. If the love a mother gave her son could be given to everyone in this world the world would be a truly beautiful place for ALL to live.
When I think about a mother's love and then combine that thought with her son tasting the forbidden ambrosia that flowed from her, being inside her while sucking her toes, her eyes looking deeply into his as her nectar bathed his manhood in her passion..the only world I could give would be "Otherworldly."
I can feel the incestuous lightning slowly spread up my spine when a mother whispered in her son's ear..."I love you son, please your mother as none before."
Peace ✌
Markutedover 4 years agoThis is just porn plain and simple, no idea behind it, no plot, no theme, no soul...nothing but porn, and all porn goes this way:
Protagonist is horny or male + co-protagonist is horny = they fuck even if it does not make sense.
Dear author, you should thank your commenters or take into account what they tell you or not even bother to acknowledge their opinions,but you don´t respond with a "what have you wrote?", that's just hurted ego, every creator is gonna have detractors.
I didn't liked your story and i hope you don't carry on with the 20 (boring am sure) parts (from an erotic POV), that said do as you please as am only one of many readers (there seems to be some people here that likes your style) just get in your mind that not everyone is gonna like it and many of us are going tell you why.
lorencinoover 4 years agoYour story is fucking hot!
From a literary standpoint,
it's not really bad that it happens so fast
Because it's so hot my cock loves it
and fuck what my intellect wants to make of it
But why can't that quick descent into
taboo, carnal, incestuous surrender
to unbridled physical pleasure
not be a literary device all of its own.
This mother is so randy she just wants
to fuck her teenage son—
both have been wanting it for ages.
At 18, he is at the pinnacle of erectile fitness
Her old body holds a cunt that is stretched with childbirth
a cunt that pours its wanton lubricant
past her cunt lips and signaling
that it wants his hard cock
massaging the soft wet walls
of the passage he was born through
If she were young and tight
it would be over-stimulation and
over in no time but
that soft wet warmth drags over the super-sensitive skin
just below his crown ridge
and lifts his sensations relentlessly upwards
while his hardness thrills his mother's
aging love canal
and when this cock meets this cunt
the glide takes them both heavenward
relentlessly and slowly
though they speed up
it's not over quickly
the carnality grows into a blossoming tree
and they fuck to their hearts delight
until eventually a mutual orgasmic explosion
leaves both totally satisfied.
I got that from the story
I found it so hot, I never noticed tense irregularities
or unrealistic narrative;
It was a perfect fucking fuck,
cock and cunt, cunt and cock
in fleshy lubricated ecstasy
Anonymousover 4 years ago"You shouldnt always try to diss back, when "readers" keep tellin you your shit's whack!"
So, if you say a movie is bad, should the director snarl,
"And what movie have you directed? I suspect not many!"
Stupid fool! You are TNT, truly not talented! You need to stop attacking your readers and instead make a huge effort to step up your game Son! Really though!
Anonymousover 4 years agoKeep writing ... I never liked someone editing a story I've written because if its' a true story the grammar might change. Whats said during the experience might not be grammatically correct. For example the word good might bet correct but it does not tell readers it was GUD ... meaning it was better than good ... or different cultures uses their own slang of how they were raise and the last time I look the internet is a mixture of races and cultures. WWW stands for World Wide Web not JIA ... Just In America. I learned that there are no mistakes when creating art. The only mistakes are those who interprets.
CarlusMagnusover 4 years agoAs other have suggested, you don't spend enough time building up to the forbidden act between mother and son. For many of us, the slow burn between the two protagonists is central to a good erotic story. Other remarks about your writing---especially about your switch in tenses are well taken, too. That there's more to your story than you've posted so far doesn't change the fact that what we see in this first part is too short and includes too little build-up. And consider: More bad writing will not correct bad writing of the past.
What stories your critics may or may not have written isn't relevant, because what they have to say is about what you've written---and what they've said has been truthful, correct, and (which is unusual for this site) courteous. If you're going to write, you must get used to negative comments; we all get them. Some of them are well taken and some aren't. Many of them are phrased unpleasantly---but have something important to say anyway. Get used to it. Read them for what they have to say, and not for the way they say it.
Find a good editor---not just someone who says "Yeah, I'm an editor" but can provide no evidence of having done any good writing or any meaningful editing in the past. But whether you follow this advice or not, please keep writing. You will not improve unless you keep at it and pay attention to what people have to say about your work.
Dimmu_Borgirover 4 years agoI guess if one doesn't write stories, they can make positive comments.
If one doesn't write stories, they can't criticize one.
I never played in the NFL, so I guess I can't critique a football game.
