Young Mom and Adopted Son: Tricked

I continued my hand and hip movements until I felt a telltale wetness on my shaft. Mom's body was showing arousal, even if she wasn't fully awake yet. Maybe I could get her aroused enough she wouldn't care that it was me causing it. At least, that's what my lust-filled brain wanted to believe.

I stopped thrusting and instead used my free hand to push the head of my cock against Mom's pussy lips, spreading them. Oh yes, she was definitely wet. I moved my head around a bit more until it found her opening. I pushed forward ever so slightly, letting just the tip of my cock enter her. All the while, I kept playing with her clit.

I savored the moment. For the second time in twelve hours, I was inside my Mom. But this time, it was intentional. The thought had me so turned on, that I'm surprised I didn't climax then and there.

But I didn't, so instead I slid myself further inside her. The pleasure almost overwhelmed me. Her pussy snuggled my cock tightly in its embrace, as if it needed this as much as I did. My hips pressed against her ass cheeks, which cushioned me softly in their fullness. I stopped thinking of Mom as my mom in that moment. She was pure femininity, and I needed it. I needed her.

"Oh, Michael, mmm..." Mom mumbled again.

I slid my left arm underneath her body, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. We were now fully spooning, my cock still inside her. At that angle, I felt like I'd reached deeper into Mom than I'd ever been inside any woman. I felt like I'd penetrated her to her very center.

I began to pump, and in response, Mom spread her legs a bit more, allowing me better access. Her juices had coated my cock, so I was able to slide easily in and out. Overcome with desire, I reached under her shirt and cupped her breasts with my hands, all the while continuing to impale her with my cock. I now was touching all of Mom's most private areas at once... and I drank her in like I was dying. I'd never been so consumed by desire in my life. I wanted to pour myself into her and drink her up at the same time.

I began to pound against her, her ass cheeks cushioning the force of my thrusts.

"Mmmmm" Mom begin to moan. I could sense she was becoming fully awake, but she must have been too overwhelmed with pleasure to notice it was her son inside her.

I felt my own climax fast approaching as plunged my length into her.

"Oh, Mom. I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

Mom jolted her head around, her eyes widening with the realization that it wasn't Dad that was inside her. She tried to turn over, but I had her too tightly held in my embrace.

No doubt she would have said something to me, but in that moment, my pleasure boiled over. My cock jolted, pulsing as it once again flooded Mom's pussy with my seed. I made a few more half-hearted thrusts as I finished emptying myself inside her.

"Oh Mom..." I moaned.. I held her there against me, as I basked in the remnants of my orgasm.

We laid there silently for a moment, before the magnitude of what I had done hit me. I almost threw myself across the bed, trying to untangle myself from Mom.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry," I managed to say, with a mixture of horror and shame.

"It's okay," Mom said, voice strangely flat.

"I just lost control for a bit, and..."

"Aaron. It's okay. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Don't take too long though. I'll need to go as soon as you're done," she replied, still in that flat tone.

I still felt like I needed to justify myself, but I obeyed. After relieving myself, I came back out of the bathroom to find Mom near the door, still wearing just her shirt.

"Mom, I'm really so sorry. I just woke up and was super horny. And then I saw you weren't wearing underwear... I just couldn't help myself. I knew it was wrong, but it was like someone else was controlling my body." I hung my head shamefully.

Mom reached out a hand and brushed my face comfortingly. "Oh, Aaron. Don't beat yourself up like this. I don't blame you. I should have known better than to go to bed half-naked like that. But I'm so used to wearing just a shirt to bed, it didn't even cross my mind to put more on. If anything, it's my fault."

"If you say so," I mumbled half-heartedly.

"I do say so. Let's just treat it like it was. You're just a young man full of hormones who got a bit carried away. Desire is natural; don't be ashamed of it."

"But you're my mom. I shouldn't desire you."

"After what happened last night, I think you're probably just confused. Don't worry about it too much. Like I said, I don't blame you at all. But a warning for the future. Don't try and have sex with a girl who's asleep unless you know she's okay with it first."

My shame felt like it would swallow me whole. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know how you can be okay with this. I feel horrible."

"Don't feel horrible," Mom said. "You're still young. You're learning. I don't mind that you came on to me when I was asleep. But other women might. Don't make assumptions without checking first."

"Okay." I said. What else was there to say?

"That's the spirit. And if it helps you feel better, I like being woken up like that. If you weren't my son, I'd be asking for a repeat sometime. You're gonna make a girl very happy one day," Mom said, smiling at me. "But excuse me. I need the bathroom now."

I was stunned. Did Mom just say what I think she did? She squeezed by me, letting me stew in my bewilderment.

My thoughts were still a confused mess when she reemerged from the bathroom. But Mom acted like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"So, you hungry? Want to get some brunch? I saw a promising place on my way over..."

"Uhh, sure. Sounds great," I nodded, coming back to myself. "Just let me shower first. I wish I had some extra clothes to change into."

"Oh, we can swing by a store after food and pick up some new clothes for you too. My treat."

"I mean, I have clothes at my dorm..." I pointed out.

"Sure, but this gives me an excuse to spend some more time with you. You've got me the whole weekend, remember?"

I did remember. I just no longer knew what to think about it.

My shower gave me some time to process what had happened. I still felt ashamed for losing control of myself that morning, even more so because I felt like I had taken advantage of my own mother. But she didn't seem to mind. If anything, Mom had hinted that she had enjoyed it. But did that make my actions any better?

My feelings around Mom herself were even more complicated. I remembered her raising me, helping me with homework, playing board games with me. Basically, just being Mom. But now I also could think of how good her body felt against mine, how at-home I felt while I was inside her, and even how I had made her climax. These two sets of thoughts shouldn't exist at the same time, and I wasn't sure what to do with it.

And what were we supposed to do moving forward? Pretend like everything was normal? I didn't think I could. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to. Our first time together was an accident, but the second time I knew what I was doing. How could I be sure I wouldn't lose control again? Would it be that bad if I did? I mean, we weren't blood related...

Unfortunately, I was no closer to answering those questions by the time I finished my shower. After putting on last night's clothes, I exited the bathroom. Mom was waiting for me, dressed for the day. Just jeans and a T-shirt, but I couldn't help but admire how they fit her body. Had I really been so oblivious before? Mom was objectively a very sexy woman.

She interrupted my thoughts. "Well, that took you long enough. You about ready? Your Mom's starving."

I was starving too. I got the rest of my stuff together, and in a minute, we were out the door.

Brunch was nice. I ate until I was stuffed and debated eating more. Patrick texted me during the meal, telling me he was glad I was alive after all, and congratulating me on scoring ("It's your babysitter isn't it? I knew I was helping you out!"). I didn't respond.

Mom and I made small talk during the meal, but the events of the past twenty-four hours never came up.

When we finished eating, we headed to a clothing store next, finding clothes for me as planned. I don't particularly like shopping, and normally I would have died before going with my mom... But I had to admit, it was fun. Mom seemed freer than I'd seen her before. And she was funny too. Maybe most importantly, she didn't try to act like my mom and instead let me do my own thing.

After picking out a couple of sets of clothes, I was ready to check out. But Mom had a surprise for me.

"Pick out some nicer clothes too. I may have gotten us reservations at one of those fancy restaurants tonight. Can't have my date underdressed now, can I?" Mom smiled mischievously at me.

"You know most sons wouldn't want to spend their first weekend at college eating dinner with their mom, right?" I teased.

"Would you really turn your poor Mom down? After she drove all this way just to see you?" she fake pouted, sticking out her bottom lip.

I playfully pushed her. "Oh, stop it. You know I wouldn't do that. Of course, I'd love to have dinner with you."

"Are you sure? You definitely didn't want me at your party last night."

"Well, yeah. But that was before..." I trailed off, realizing what I was about to say. "That was before I knew you'd be buying me food and clothes," I finished. Hopefully Mom didn't notice my pause.

Mom looked at me with a sly smile. "If I'd known you were so easy to win over, I would have tried buying your love when you were in high school. That way I wouldn't have had to put up with all the 'Mom, you're embarrassing me!' talk."

I just rolled my eyes and kept shopping. I found a button-down shirt and khakis that Mom gave her approval to, and with that, we finished our clothes trip. We made a return trip to the hotel to drop off everything--and so I could change--but then we were free.

"Well, what now?" I asked.

"You're the one that lives here. What's the cool thing to do for you college kids?"

I thought of a few options but decided I was looking for something relaxing. "I know it may not be the most fun thing in the world, but would you want to go see a movie? I kinda just want to take things easy this afternoon."

"Sounds great to me. We can drive over to the theater, and we'll just pick whatever starts the soonest?"

"Let's do it." And we did.

We ended up watching a light comedy. It was fun, but nothing groundbreaking. The most notable moment came when Mom said she was cold and asked if she could cuddle next to me. I uncertainly agreed, and she pulled herself underneath my arm and leaned against me--as much as the seats would allow, at least. On the one hand, Mom being touchy with me wasn't completely unusual... but this type of touchy was. I wasn't sure if Mom was flirting with me or if she really was cold. Awkward as it was though, I had to admit it was nice.

Once the movie was over, it was dinnertime. We returned to the hotel once more to prepare. I let Mom have the bathroom to pretty-up (her words) while I quickly changed into the button-down and khakis we bought earlier.

While waiting for Mom, I decided to mess with Patrick a bit. I texted him, "About to take babysitter out to dinner. Jealous?"

A second later, I received his response. "Very. Take pictures for me! Get one of those tits if you can!"

I smiled. I wondered how Patrick's tune would change if he knew it was my mom he was talking about. Then I frowned. The realization hit me that Patrick could never be allowed to know who she really was. He already knew we'd banged. If he found out her real identity, I could be in big trouble. Mom and I both, actually.

My thoughts were interrupted when Mom came out of the bathroom. She'd changed into a blue dress that somehow managed to be both modest and hot at the same time.

"Well, what do you think?" she said, twirling around.

"I think you look great," I said, honestly impressed. I noticed she'd straightened her hair and put on some extra makeup. Her breasts looked fuller than normal too. Patrick would be jealous of me for sure.

"Thanks. You're looking rather handsome yourself. What do you say we head over to the restaurant and show ourselves off?"

"I mean, I'll settle for some good food. But sure. I'm ready," I laughed.

Mom drove us over, and with our reservation we were seated within fifteen minutes. The restaurant itself was on the fancier side, with low lighting and gentle music playing in the background. I'd never been to a restaurant like this with a woman before, even if that woman was my mom.

Our waiter came over and took our drink order. Mom ordered a glass of wine and obediently showed her ID. Then the waiter turned to me.

"And what about you, sir? Could I get you started with something? A beer? Cocktail, maybe?"

I laughed. "Well, I'm just eighteen, so I'll stick with water."

I saw the waiter's look of surprise before he could mask it. He looked at Mom uncertainly before turning back to me. But by then, his smooth demeanor restored itself. "My apologies, sir. Water it is. I'll be back with those drinks shortly."

Once he had left us, Mom giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked, feeling like I had missed a joke.

"Oh, it's nothing really. But I think our poor waiter thought we were here on a date. He was probably confused why a thirty-three-year-old woman was with an eighteen-year-old."

"Or maybe he just thought I was older," I said, slightly offended at the implication that an older woman wouldn't want to date me.

"You are mature for your age. I'll give you that," Mom admitted. "So, you picked out what you want yet? I can't decide. It all looks so good."

After some debate, we settled on our entrees. The waiter came by shortly after for our orders, and then we had the table to ourselves.

I saw Mom run her eyes over me before she sighed. "I can't believe you're eighteen now. It seems like it was just a few years ago that your Dad and I were flying out to Ethiopia to take you home with us. I don't know if I've said this enough, but I'm proud of the fine young man you've become."

"Thanks," I said half-heartedly, embarrassed by the praise.

"I have a dilemma now though. Raising you and Lindsey is the best thing I've ever done. But now that you're both grown up, I'm not quite sure what to do with myself."

I'd never thought of Mom being bored at home without us, but it made sense. I thought for a second. "You could go back to college. You've already got your first party under your belt, after all." I offered.

Mom laughed. "No, I don't want to go to school. Too much time and too expensive. Not everyone's lucky enough to get a full ride like you, after all. But I am thinking about going back to work. Maybe I could waitress. Taking care of customers can't be that different than taking care of you and Lindsey."

"Oh thanks," I said, rolling my eyes. Then a thought occurred to me. "You know what I just realized? I'm almost as old as you were when you and Dad took in Lindsey. I couldn't imagine being that young and raising a kid. How'd you do it?"

I saw the memories pass over Mom's face. "Well, I wouldn't recommend it. But we didn't have a better option. If we didn't take Lindsey in, the state would have gotten her. Your Dad couldn't bear to watch his niece be sent off like that. It helped that your Dad's older than me and had a steady job that paid well... but still, it wasn't easy. Sometimes I wonder if your Dad and I would have stayed together if it wasn't for you two."

Mom must have seen the concerned look on my face. "Don't get me wrong, I love your Dad. But when I married him, I was so young. I didn't even fully know myself yet. I could see myself growing in ways he wouldn't have approved of. But you and Lindsey kept us together, and it all worked out."

I heard what Mom was saying, but I couldn't help but think about how she had tried to sleep with Spencer at the party.

"Mom, don't take this the wrong way, but are you happy with Dad? I know you love him, but what you tried to do with that guy at the party... I'm sorry, I know it's not my business. You can tell me to shut up."

Mom's expression fell slightly, before she gave a half-hearted smile. "It's okay Aaron. I know you're just looking out for me. But what you need to understand is that I gave up a lot for our family. I didn't go to college or have a chance to experiment as a young adult. I don't regret staying at home to take care of you and Lindsey, but sometimes I wonder what I missed out on. I just wanted to experience the party life for myself. I figured having some one-time fun with a stranger was basically harmless. I'd get it out of my system, I'd go back home to your Dad, and we'd all be happier for it. I know you must think I'm a slut, but I really did mean well..." Mom fell silent and looked off to the side.

"Mom, you're too hard on yourself. You're a good person. And I'm the last person to judge you, especially considering my own recent mistakes. I just want you to be happy." I reached out my hand across the table, offering it to Mom.

She took it with a squeeze. "Thanks, Aaron. That helps a lot to know that you don't think less of me. I think I'd die if I lost your respect."

"I could never lose respect for you. You're my mom."

Mom smiled at me. "Thanks, honey. But let's talk about something happier. I'm not ready to cry in public just yet."

"I mean, I could start dancing on the table if you'd prefer," I said, shrugging.

Mom laughed, and everything was okay again.

***

After dinner, we made our way back to the hotel, feeling happy and full.

"Thanks so much for agreeing to come with me," Mom said as we entered the room. "I had a great time."

"Me too," I replied. "To be honest, I think I misjudged you, Mom. You're more fun than I would have thought."

"Oh, you're so sweet," Mom said, playfully pushing my shoulder. "But now that we're back, want to watch TV until we're ready for bed?"

"Sure," I shrugged, flopping onto the covers and grabbing the remote. I found a comedy show and let it play.

Mom climbed next to me, pulling my arm around her and snuggling close. Once settled, she put a hand on my chest and rested her head--she felt nice.

We sat there for several minutes, silently watching TV as we laid against each other. But then Mom moved her hand on my chest, readjusting.

"You have a nice chest, Aaron. I don't think I really noticed your muscles before," she said, looking up at me.

"Thanks," I said, before returning her gaze. I don't know if it was her compliment, the atmosphere, or simply lust, but when our eyes locked, I felt a spark between us. As if in a trance, I closed my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. My lips met hers, and I pressed tenderly against them. After a second, Mom pulled back.

"Aaron, I don't think you should be doing that," she said, her voice carrying that same strangely flat tone.

I quickly leaned back on the bed, realizing I'd gone too far again. "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't know why I did that. It's like I can't control myself around you."

"Aaron..." Mom sighed as she untangled herself from my arms. "I know we've had our encounters, but that doesn't change the fact that you're my son. We can't be doing that type of thing."

"I know, I'm sorry." I said, pushing myself away from her and facing the opposite wall, ashamed.

"Don't beat yourself up, Aaron. I remember what it was like to be a teenager. But I think I should hop in the shower. Then afterwards we can go to bed. And I'll make sure to be fully clothed this time. Sound good?"

I knew Mom was trying to help me feel better by making light of the situation, but I didn't need another reminder of my mistakes.