For a long time, my life was spent between home and work. I got divorced soon after having my son, after discovering my husband’s numerous infidelities, and I’ve only had a few stable relationships since then. Sex had ceased to interest me, and I found most men my age repulsive and boring. It was enough for me to relieve myself alone in the solitude of my room. Or so I thought.
Working at a major multinational consumed many hours of my day, and when I got home all I wanted was to rest and see my son Mário, who had just turned 20 and was attending university. Despite having lived almost his entire life without a father figure, he developed into a normal boy with the typical hobbies of someone his age, which included sports, going out at night, and apparently girls too; well, I had seen him holding hands with a blonde girl from the neighborhood several times.
We live in an apartment in a very tall building in the city center. Since it’s on the top floor, summers tend to be especially hot due to direct sun exposure. The large windows, although they let a lot of light into the apartment, don’t help cool it down during these months. Nothing that the two air conditioners we have, running at full capacity, can’t solve. It was the breakdown of one of these devices, along with an unusual heat wave, that would change my life and Mário’s forever.
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One morning, while getting ready for work, I heard noises in my son’s room. I was surprised because Mário, being a student, had no special obligations and woke up late. However, I didn’t give it much thought. In the morning, I was always in light clothing, especially in summer. That day, I was doing my makeup in just my underwear, specifically a bra and panties, while listening to the news on the radio. Apparently, a heat wave would hit the entire country, with temperatures expected to exceed 40 degrees in our city.
When I went to the kitchen, my son was making coffee, in his underwear just like me. We never had any special issues about being seen like this, especially with the heat. Moreover, why deny it, he had a very nice, strong, athletic body.
“But son, what are you doing awake at this hour?”
“I couldn’t sleep all night, mom, my air conditioner broke.”
“What are you saying? And why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were sleeping; I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Call the technician and have him come immediately; you won’t be able to handle this in the middle of summer.”
“Thanks, mom, now if you don’t mind, I’ll lie down a bit in your bed.”
I left him lying in my bed while I turned on the air and went to work. Those were very stressful days; my boss was planning changes in the department and there was talk of a promotion. I knew I was one of the candidates, but I had to compete with other well-prepared colleagues. From my desk, I controlled his office and observed all his movements, the calls he received, consumed by the agony of knowing who would get the new position. I consider myself a very competitive person, and in some ways, I was worried about being too focused on work and neglecting my personal life; for example, it had been over two years since I had sex. But it was impossible for me with my unholy hours.
I left work at nine at night and was surprised by the stifling heat enveloping the city. The air seemed to vibrate, creating visible waves that distorted the distant view, and I tried to get to the relative coolness of the parking garage as quickly as possible. I got into the car and turned on the air conditioning, taking a moment to catch my breath. My clothes were sticking to my body from sweat.
When I get home, the first thing I do is take off my dress down to my underwear. With a towel in hand, I head to the bathroom and see my son in the living room.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Like a log, mom,” he said, stretching on the couch. “I made dinner.”
“Thanks, son, you’re a star, I’ll take a quick shower.”
He had the courtesy to make my bed, but when I entered his room, I saw his was all messed up. Sometimes I wonder if he doesn’t bring that blonde girl up here to fuck like crazy while I’m at work. As a good gossiping mother, I knew where he kept the condoms, and apparently, he was using them quite a bit. I did the same at his age, of course. As I undress, I look at my body in the mirror. My breasts, always my greatest asset, remained firm and perky thanks to surgery I had just before separating. My nipples, large and dark, hardened quickly. I went down to the pubis, completely shaved, even though I’d used it so little. I turned to get a better view of my ass, also enviable thanks to the gym. And a small butterfly tattoo I got with a friend during a trip to Amsterdam.
The truth is, I had a very intense sexual life. I lost my virginity very quickly and immediately stopped counting the men who passed through my bed. I went to study in another city partly to have my own apartment and to fuck freely without fear of my parents catching me. I had a great sexual appetite and maintained parallel relationships with several men at once. My body, trained by sports and its curves, which I enhanced with quite provocative clothes, drove boys crazy. I became aware of how a low-cut top or tight jeans showing off my ass could scandalize, and I enjoyed it. I started causing a stir at university, and when I seduced a married professor, the situation was about to derail. Fortunately, I finished my degree and returned to my hometown without looking back. I met my ex-husband and settled down. Although sex with him was good at first, there came a point where we lost interest and simply became roommates. When my son turned 6, we agreed to divorce.
Mário, determined to surprise me, prepared a summer dinner for that hot night. A caprese salad and chicken skewers washed down with some chilled wine, a bottle we finished while watching a silly movie on Netflix.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight either, it’s 11 PM and it’s 25 degrees,” he said as we were about to go to bed.
“Did you call the technician?”
“You have a long waiting list, they don’t know when they’ll come.”
“Well, tonight you’ll sleep with me,” I said without carefully measuring the possible meaning of my words, “I mean, we can sleep together with the air on, like when you were little.”
My room was the first where we installed air conditioning, and in the summer, he would sneak into my room to sleep.
“Like old times,” he said as we entered our room and I turned on the air.
Each of us took one side of the bed; the situation was a bit awkward. In the summer, I sleep practically naked, just in a t-shirt and panties, while he usually sleeps in boxers. I put on a very thin nightgown while Mário just wore a t-shirt and boxers.
“Goodnight, mom.”
“Rest, son.”
We turned off the light, and the room was silent except for the hum of the air conditioner. I don’t know if it was because of the wine, the heat, or some other reason, but I couldn’t sleep. And apparently, my son couldn’t either, as he kept tossing and turning in bed.
There was a moment when we were face to face in bed.
“Mom, I’m so hot.”
“Me too, son, but the air is on full.”
“What if we open the windows?”
“With this heat outside? Impossible. I don’t know what to do.”
“Do you mind if I take off my clothes like when I was little?”
When he was younger, on the hottest nights, we sometimes took off our clothes, but now he was an adult, I have to admit I was a bit surprised by his request…
“Well, if you want.”
“You can do it too,” he said teasingly.
“Don’t be silly, come on.”
I heard him take off his shirt and boxers and throw them on the floor. Fortunately, he turned around and gave me his back; it wouldn’t be appropriate for us to be face to face just centimeters apart.
“Goodnight again.”
“Rest.”
A few minutes later, I felt his breathing change; he had probably fallen asleep. I had covered myself with a sheet, partly out of modesty, but I was sweating so much, I took it off. But minutes passed, and nothing. I was drenched, so I went to the bathroom to wet some towels and put them on my forehead. Again, no result. Fed up and fearing I wouldn’t sleep all night, I decided to take off my nightgown and be naked too. When I felt the cool air caressing my body, my nipples hardened instantly. Moisture began to bathe my pussy, and my heart raced. Between work stress and the heat, it had been a long time since I’d masturbated, and my body was protesting. But it was absurd to do it now with my son here. I’d die of shame if he found out. In the end, overcome by exhaustion, I fell asleep.
The next morning, my phone alarm went off, but I managed to turn it off before my son woke up. Some rays of sunlight entered the room, illuminating our naked bodies. I still couldn’t believe it. I lay in bed and observed my son. I ran my gaze over his broad back and his firm, perky ass. What was happening to me? Definitely, it had been too long without fucking.
I got up slowly not to wake him, the problem arose when I needed to get clothes from the closet next to him. I swore I wouldn’t look, but when I had the dress and shoes I was going to wear, it was inevitable to look at him. He had a tremendous morning erection; I had to sigh seeing that instrument in all its splendor. It was a very long and hard cock that left me speechless. I ran my gaze over the tense muscles in his arms, his broad chest, and his well-defined abdomen. But the thing with the cock was too much. I felt my pulse quicken and an enormous desire to touch it, to put it in my mouth. I knelt down and extended my fingers, which seemed tiny next to that monster. I hesitated a lot before doing it, but I touched it gently, and it was so hard and hot, it seemed like it would explode any moment. Of course, he must have made his girlfriend very satisfied.
I slowly moved away, afraid of being discovered. I went into the shower for a cold one because I needed to calm down. But the sight of Mário’s naked body and his big cock wouldn’t leave my mind. I brought the showerhead to my pussy and passed it several times, while with my left hand, I caressed my nipples. I moaned in pleasure as images of my son penetrating me hard with that big cock passed through my head. It didn’t take long to feel a tingling sensation and a huge explosion convulsed my body, exploding with pleasure in a tremendous orgasm. I had to sit down because my legs were shaking, and the feeling of guilt overwhelmed me.
When I left for work, I couldn’t help but take one last look at the room. My son was still sleeping, in the same position… and with the same erection.
On the car radio, they informed us that the heat wave continued and tomorrow was expected to reach maximum temperatures. As if that wasn’t enough, a rumor spread in the office that the position I was applying for would soon be made public. I spent the entire morning feverish, not because of the heat, but because of what I had seen at home. I was so excited that at lunchtime, I had to lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate again.
At bedtime, neither of us could sleep. We tossed and turned, but the heat was still suffocating. He had undressed like the night before after turning off the light, depriving me of the sight of his enormous cock.
I huffed while putting my hands on my head.
“Mom, if you want, take off your clothes, I don’t mind.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t sleep. I’m so nervous. Tomorrow at work, they’ll announce who gets the job, and I want it to be me.”
“Well, don’t be shy…”
I took off my nightgown and felt the cool jet of air on my excited body.
“Better now?”
“Yes, I think so.”
The room was filled with palpable tension as we lay in bed, naked, but with an invisible barrier separating us. I felt desire burning through my entire body, but fear of ruining everything prevented me from taking another step.
Taking advantage of him not seeing me, I opened my legs and slid my fingers through my slit, which was very wet. With such bad luck, at that moment, someone must have sent a message to my son, and his phone lit up for a few seconds, briefly illuminating the room and revealing my position caressing my crotch and my son naked with a horse-like erection.
“Mário! I asked you to turn off your phone so notifications wouldn’t wake me up.”
“Mom, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, turning so she couldn’t see his cock and turning off his phone.
“It seems you need to relax too.”
In that fleeting flash, our eyes met. Our bodies yearned for contact, and the glow of the screen only fueled the fire burning between us, pushing us to the limit.
Carefully, he dipped his fingers into my mouth and began to massage my slit. There was no turning back. I closed my eyes and sighed, feeling so good. I opened my legs to give him more space, and soon he inserted two fingers into my wet pussy. I was doing something sexual, forbidden, with my own son. A moan escaped my lips as we surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Ahhhhh! Don’t stop.”
The scene would have been unthinkable just hours before. My own son masturbating me while I caressed my chest, letting him do it. I was a doll subject to his will. I turned my neck, seeking his mouth. Our tongues met, and we kissed passionately. I writhed under his skilled touch, completely surrendering to the ecstasy that intoxicated me. When he inserted a third finger, I knew it wouldn’t be long…
A captivating orgasm ran through my body from head to toe like an electric current. A huge explosion of energy burst from my body as I gripped the sheets and expelled all fluids, clenching and releasing my pussy. It was sensational.
“God, Mario, you did it,” I said, dazed.
“Good, mom, are you more relaxed now?”
“Aha,” I said, closing my eyes, “but you didn’t manage.”
“Don’t worry, the goal was for you to calm down.”
“Are you still having so much trouble?”
Mário took a few seconds to respond, probably not expecting the question.
“Let’s sleep, let’s go.”
My hand sought his cock in the darkness of the room, and I found it as hard and long as I had briefly seen.
“Mom!”
“Don’t worry, son, I have to return the favor.”
The perfect handjob my son gave me awakened something in me. Honestly, at that moment, I wanted to put it in my mouth, to see how much would fit, but perhaps we weren’t ready for that. So, I grabbed it, checking how terribly hard and hot it was. I got goosebumps.
When I started to jerk it off, I heard him moan with pleasure. With my firm but gentle hand, I jerked his cock with mastery, feeling how it grew and hardened even more, reaching absurd dimensions. Each movement was filled with desire and passion, leading Mário to the edge of pleasure with each stroke. My delicate hands went up and down his cock slowly but surely, making him writhe with pleasure. This time, he sought me out, and we started kissing passionately, devouring each other’s mouths and necks until the inevitable happened. His cock swelled in my hand, and he began to spit out waves and more waves of cum that stained everything.
“Ugh, mom, I didn’t expect this.”
“It’s nothing bad, we both needed to relax.”
He went to the bathroom to clean up, and the light dimly illuminated the room.
“Now I’ll sleep.”
“Thanks, mom, and good luck tomorrow.”
In response, I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Perhaps something more could have happened that night, but no one wanted to push the situation further.
The next day, I arrived at work with an ear-to-ear smile thanks to the great orgasm my son had given me. I was on cloud nine when my boss called a meeting in his office. I should have been nervous because I was one of the candidates for the new position, but all I could think about was the night I had with Mário, his skilled fingers playing with my clit and exploring every nook of my pussy.
My boss was a great manipulator who liked to keep people eating out of his hand, and the meeting where I was supposed to announce the new position dragged on for a long time. Almost at the end, when it seemed like it would amount to nothing, he declared that I would be in charge. I felt a wave of admiration and gratitude overwhelm me. I could see the incredulous faces of the other candidates at that meeting and knew my Machiavellian boss would enjoy this.
After the usual congratulations, the first thing I did was call my son to tell him the good news.
“My boss wants us to go celebrate after work at the bar next to the office, will you be there?” I said with my heart beating a thousand times an hour.
“Well, of course, mom, you know I’ll do whatever it takes for you, I’m very proud of you!”
I hung up the phone with a radiant smile. I had shared the news with my son and couldn’t wait to celebrate this new chapter of my life with him. I was afraid I might have scared him after what we experienced together that night, but nothing in his voice made me perceive that.
If any of my colleagues seemed envious upon hearing the news of my promotion, that feeling dissipated during the celebration at the bar. Beers and wine flowed quickly to cool the tremendous heat that was felt. My son appeared overwhelmingly shortly after, receiving some looks from the interns his age, leaving me a bit jealous.
However, the festive atmosphere was suddenly dampened by the appearance of Juan, one of my colleagues, who clearly had drunk too much.
At first, I tried to ignore his suggestive comments and inappropriate gestures, but they quickly became more persistent and unpleasant. When I left the bathroom, he appeared out of nowhere and almost cornered me in a corner of the bar. I felt trapped in an uncomfortable and distressing situation.
That’s when Mário, with his protective instinct and unconditional love, intervened. I saw him get up from his chair with determination and confront Juan with a serenity that instantly comforted me. At 1.85 meters tall and muscular build, my son managed to make Juan forget his foolishness. I have to admit my pussy got wet when I saw my son defending me with such firmness and courage.
As the situation calmed down and Juan left embarrassed, I was struck by the tenderness and love I felt for my son. I think he noticed too…
“I’m nervous today too,” I said softly, looking him directly in the eyes.
It was like a key to unlock everything. I bid farewell to my colleagues who hadn’t seen the scene with Juan nor suspected the strange relationship I had with my son; if they knew that the night before we had masturbated each other!
We arrived home nervous and agitated. During the car ride, he put his hand on my thigh, giving me shivers. Once in my room, face to face, I lowered the straps of my dress, winking at him. Mário, with red eyes, skillfully slid the dress off my shoulders. He smiled when he saw the tiny black thong I had put on. I unbuttoned his shirt, caressing his strong pecs with my fingertips while he took off his pants and boxers. His cock popped out like a spring, hard and enormous as I remembered from the previous nights, and I took off my bra and thong, which were unnecessary at that moment.
My son turned off the lamp, leaving the room in darkness, and I lay on the bed and opened my legs. I felt his head placed between them, and his tongue ran up and down my pussy. My body arched as if it had received an electric shock, and I let out a loud moan. I writhed like a snake on the bed while my son’s tongue explored every corner inside me. I gripped his head in case he had the absurd idea to stop, leaving the sheets soaked with my fluids. I was about to finish, but I didn’t want it to be like this.
“Mario, fuck me, I need you inside.”
“I don’t have a condom,” he said, kneeling on the bed.
“You’re my son, don’t be stupid. I want to feel you naturally. “Come on, get on top of me,” I said, breathless.
I felt his hard chest against my nipples, and with my hand, I sought his trembling cock. I’d never felt something so hard and hot. As he hesitated, I guided him towards me until the tip entered easily. I crossed my legs over his little ass and pushed until everything was in. I felt that rod of flesh entering the depths of my pussy, reaching areas no man had reached before. He made a move to pull out, but I reacted quickly and used even more force with my legs to prevent him from withdrawing.
“I want to have you inside,” I said while enjoying his wonderful cock inside me.
When I felt he was perfectly lubricated, I knew it was time to move to the next phase.
“Now fuck me!” I screamed.
I sought his mouth, and our tongues met in it while my son pulled out and put it back in me at once, and so on, driving me to delirium. His cock went in and out non-stop in a diabolical rhythm; the bed creaked. He kept pushing; I started to scream. My hands slid down his back until they reached his firm ass; I dug my fingers into it to push it and make sure not a centimeter of his cock wasn’t inside me. He drilled me hard, and my moans only increased; I was ready.
After a series of continuous and strong thrusts that I couldn’t bear, I closed my eyes and unleashed the most powerful orgasm of my life. A huge explosion of energy burst from my body, emitting heat, and I spilled all my fluids, staining his cock and the sheets. My lips parted in a long, melodious moan, releasing all the ecstasy accumulated within me between heavy breaths. My screams slowly stopped as I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself.
But Mario wasn’t satisfied. After a few seconds of rest, I felt his tongue glide over my flooded vagina, quickly reactivating me. If before I had taken the initiative, now it would be my son who, like a doll, positioned me on all fours and made me hold onto the headboard. He gripped my waist firmly and thrust back into me with a strong, hard stroke. He began to fuck me at a diabolical pace with his cock penetrating me in the middle. My breasts bounced and moved without any control, and I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, enjoying the best fuck of my life. Mário was blowing my mind, and this was different from any sex I’d had before. Not even the best lover could match the sensation of being fucked by one’s own son.
“Don’t stop fucking me!” I screamed like a madwoman.
Of course, he wouldn’t stop. With the incredible vigor of his 20 years, he continued to penetrate me until I had to wave the white flag when I touched heaven again. My legs trembled, and my pussy vibrated as I unleashed another prodigious orgasm. And the best part was that I could share with him one of the greatest pleasures of my life because I felt his cock swell and discharge an absurd amount of hot milk inside me. We came together, celebrating with shouts and screams like madmen.
We collapsed on the bed while my legs trembled, and I felt small cramps. I felt my pussy full, with some of his semen sliding down my thighs. We hugged and kissed, exhausted.
“You came so much I think you might get me pregnant,” I whispered.
“Well, get ready because I won’t stop fucking you.”
“How will you do that?” I said, challenging him.
“First, I’ll suck and kiss your breasts, which will get even bigger,” he said as he nibbled on my nipples, making me sigh deeply.
“And then?” I said with a thin voice.
“Later, in case you regret it…” he said, getting out of bed and leaving me intrigued, “I’ll tie you to the bed to fuck you at my will.”
He opened a drawer and took out some sheets with which he tied my hands to the headboard, making my heart race and my pussy throb.
“And I’ll fuck you for days, whether you want it or not,” saying this, he put my legs on his shoulders and penetrated me hard with a single thrust.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed in pure excitement, “Mario, fuck me, fuck me, please!” I was nervous with that thrilling experience I was enjoying for the first time in my life.
“That’s what I’ll always do.”
My mouth sought his without stopping while my body danced to the diabolical rhythm of his huge cock. I squeezed my vagina to keep him from pulling out; it was great to feel that hard, hot member pumping inside me and knowing I was tied and completely surrendered to his will. Chained, my son subjected me to his will with a dominance that awakened my wildest instincts. Each pull on the restraints as he penetrated me was like an electric shock running through my body.
We prolonged the moment, and when I was about to come, he paused a bit, leading me to paroxysm while kissing and licking my breasts, my neck, my entire body. When my orgasm came, I bit my lips and tried to hide it; I didn’t want him to ever stop fucking me, but it was so strong that I couldn’t hide a big sigh. At that moment, I feel how pleasure consumes me, how my senses get intoxicated with the intensity of the climax towards a deeper and more satisfying pleasure than I ever imagined possible. Feeling myself tremble and with my pussy getting wet again, Mario let go and came inside me again, showing his heat in my battered pussy.
We were hungry for sex, and very quickly, our bodies intertwined again. That night, we did it many more times. He fucked me in new positions I didn’t know, I experienced for the first time the hot milk of a man in my mouth, and he only didn’t release my virgin ass because we were already exhausted, and it was starting to get light. Those days were of total debauchery where my son and I explored our bodies and reached levels of pleasure unknown to those who have never experienced incestuous sex.
One afternoon, while we were napping after fucking, someone knocked on the door. I hurriedly put on a t-shirt and shorts before opening the door. It was an older man, wearing overalls and carrying a heavy toolbox.
“Good afternoon, ma’am, I’m here for a call to fix an air conditioner in a room,” he said while looking me up and down as if he knew I had just had sex.
“Sorry, you’ve made a mistake, it’s not here,” I said, closing the door in his face.
“Who was that, mom?” Mário asked when he returned to bed.
“Nobody, they were wrong. I think we’ll have to spend this summer in my room; it doesn’t seem like they’re coming to fix your air conditioner…” I said while grabbing his cock and putting it in my mouth.
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