My name is Anna, and my son is Louis. I’m 38 years old, brunette, 5’7″ tall, and 148 pounds. My son is 20 years old, also brunette, 5’9″ tall, and 176 pounds.
What I’m about to tell you here isn’t something I’m proud of. Sometimes I feel ashamed about what happened, but writing about it has been a way to vent, even though it still happens pretty often.
We live in a small apartment, but it’s ours.
It was a Friday at the start of a long weekend because of a holiday, and my husband had gone out of town to take advantage of the days off and sort out some issues in the countryside regarding a property, since the holiday was only local.
It would be four days at home, and my son had rounded up some DVDs for us to watch.
We planned to grab a pizza that night and then watch the movies.
The DVD player was set up in his room because the one in the living room was in for repairs.
That night, we ate pizza with soda, chatted about light stuff, and then he took his shower, and I took mine right after.
Since I was going to head to bed after the movies, I was already in my nightgown—decent enough, but without a bra or panties. I went to his room, and he had everything ready. Louis was in loose shorts and no shirt.
I sat next to him on the bed, on top of the sheets, with a pillow behind my back. He was sitting too, with pillows behind him.
We watched two regular movies back-to-back, and the third one turned out to be a porno that he’d grabbed by mistake, but since it was already in, we kept watching.
I got turned on, and I’m sure he did too, but we didn’t say a word about it.
During the last movie, I started getting sleepy and ended up dozing off, only to wake up a little while later, totally out of it.
I was on my side, with my back to Louis, and I noticed I was getting wet. To my surprise, I felt something hard against my ass, rubbing slowly over my nightgown. It seemed like it was searching for the space between my thighs, then sliding between my cheeks over the fabric.
It was Louis, grinding up against his mom. Shamelessly, I was pissed—I was about to chew him out—but I needed to be absolutely sure.
I stayed still and quiet, pretending to be asleep…
Slowly, I felt the head of his dick sliding over my ass, starting from down low between my thighs and moving up until I felt it hard up high.
As he kept moving and I was certain what was happening, my pussy got soaking wet for real.
I was furious, but I was shaking with horniness—my pussy was throbbing from the situation.
I kept pretending to be asleep and shifted on purpose, like I was just getting comfortable. He stopped right away and pulled back, but I used the moment to hike up my nightgown, leaving my little pussy exposed and unprotected.
I stayed quiet, and a few minutes passed. I thought nothing was gonna happen—my pussy was drenched—then I felt it again, but this time it was his hand, running over my hips, my thighs, my ass.
His fingers traced my crack, then headed toward my pussy, which was now more than soaked. I slowly spread my legs a bit more so he wouldn’t notice, making it easier for him to reach my dripping slit.
His fingers found the entrance to my pleasure, and slowly one of them slid in with a nice, slow in-and-out motion.
He went further, and a second finger invaded my depths. I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t. I wanted to squirm, but I couldn’t—it felt like I was a teenager doing something wrong.
Louis pulled his fingers out. I took advantage of the lack of contact to adjust myself even more, making it easier for him to access my pleasure cave, which was craving that dick that had just rubbed against me over my clothes.
Here he came again, now rubbing his dick between my thighs. I felt the head touch my pussy, sending shivers all over me. It stayed between my thighs, sliding in a really slow back-and-forth, with his body and the head of his dick rubbing against my hot, wet slit.
I was about to cum, but I wanted that thing inside me, and he wasn’t trying anything more than just rubbing against my pussy.
Without thinking, still facing away from him, I spread my leg even wider. He noticed and pulled his dick back again. This time, I pushed my ass back against him, and he realized it was okay. Now he started rubbing the head right at my entrance.
Once positioned, I took that dick into my pussy inch by inch until the end, feeling him press his hips against mine.
Little by little, we started moving. What an amazing sensation—that hard cock inside me, thrusting, pounding, fucking hard and with real enthusiasm.
It didn’t take long before I came like I hadn’t in ages. A little after, it was my boy’s turn—he filled my hole with his warm, sticky cum.
We didn’t say a word. We stayed cuddled up, kissing, until the excitement built up again.
This time it was a wonderful missionary (or should I say mommy and son?). I came again, and he came in my pussy once more.
We fell asleep. I woke up early in his bed, feeling so ashamed of myself.
I got up, straightened my nightgown, and headed to the kitchen. What had I done? What sin had I committed? I leaned my hands on the kitchen table, overwhelmed by remorse and guilt. Not only had I betrayed my husband, whom I loved so much, but I’d had sex with my son. I felt ashamed of myself—my head was spinning. I reached down to my pussy, and it was still sticky from sex, cum, and my own juices.
I thought about talking to him, apologizing, finding a way to undo it all. I felt like crying, screaming, venting somehow.
Then I felt him behind me. I was about to turn around, try to say something…
In a quick impulse, he ground up against me again with his hard dick, one hand squeezing my nipple, the other hand going straight to my pussy. I tried to get out of the situation.
With a rough grab, he yanked my hair, forcing my head down onto the table, making me bend over… His other hand lifted my left leg up onto the table, leaving my pussy exposed again—this time against my will—and with one single thrust, I felt his dick slide all the way in.
Once more, I felt my pussy filled up with his hard, big dick—mmm, so damn good.
I couldn’t say a word. He started thrusting hard and rough—I got so turned on. I’d never been fucked like this before; up until then, I’d only ever been with my husband.
He pounded me hard. I came on his cock, now letting out moans as his dick slid in and out, my pussy stretched wide, getting fucked violently…
Finally, he came in my pussy—I felt it dripping down my legs… He pulled me by the hair, made me kneel in front of him, rubbed his dick on my face, forced it into my mouth… I gave in and started sucking his dick, cleaning off his cum mixed with mine… My heart was racing; I’d never been through anything like this. I kept sucking until it went soft.
He took off my nightgown, leaving me naked, and put me on the table with my legs spread… He ate my pussy, taking my juices mixed with his…
He climbed up and sucked my still-firm tits, pinching one nipple while sucking and nibbling the other…
I had sinned, yes, but I was delirious with the new experiences…
We got up, and I tried to get dressed, but he wouldn’t let me. I went along with it—after all, the worst had already happened. We stayed naked…
I tried to take a shower, but he wouldn’t let me. At the bathroom door, he was kissing me, groping me, and rubbing his soft dick between my legs…
We had breakfast, and the whole time he was groping me. I grabbed his dick and started jerking him off.
We rested lying on the couch, naked, kissing and touching each other. His dick started getting hard again little by little. He stood up in front of the couch and made me suck him off again.
I felt like a slut, no shame left. Little by little, I let go more and got into his game of dirty fun.
I sucked and jerked him like crazy now, licking the pink, big head of his dick, pulling back the skin to expose the whole head, staring at his veins, his balls, watching the dick that had just fucked me.
How my boy had grown—his dick was a man’s, good length and nice thickness, already bigger than his dad’s…
Once more, he went into my pussy. I spread my legs wide and felt him all the way to the bottom, hitting my cervix, feeling my pussy all stretched open, him pounding away without mercy like I was some whore.
That’s how it went all weekend… naked… with barely any showers… sticky with cum and my pussy juices…
The house smelled like sex, my pussy sore from all the fucking, swollen and red… Cums on my face, in my mouth, in my pussy, on my tits, on my thighs…
We didn’t do anal—we tried… but I couldn’t take him all the way (something we managed another time—another story).
After the holiday, my husband came back… He kissed me… said I had a beautiful smile and glowing skin… and that the holiday had done me good…
Little does he know, haha…
