Hi, I’m Jennifer, and I’m going to tell you about the day I crossed every line just to make my son happy. What mother hasn’t gone to unimaginable lengths for her child’s happiness? I know I have, and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.
I’m thirty-six years old, with skin as pale as milk, light brown eyes, jet-black hair, and I stand at five-foot-six. I’ve got a nice, round ass, huge tits, and a pretty little pussy that’s always ready for attention. I live in a cozy suburban home in Boston, Massachusetts. I’ve been married for nineteen years to my husband, Mark, a dedicated history teacher who splits his time between two high schools. I’m a stay-at-home mom, and our son, Ethan, just turned nineteen.
I’m happy in my marriage. Mark is a good man, hardworking, supportive, and deeply devoted to me. But after nearly two decades together, our sex life has settled into a predictable rhythm. We only make love when the mood strikes him, and I’ll admit, I miss the passion we used to have. I understand he’s exhausted after long days at work, but sometimes, I crave more.
Ethan and I have always been close. I’ve encouraged him to talk to me about anything, afraid he’d shut me out like so many teens do with their parents. I wanted to know everything going on in his life, and he never hesitated to share.
It all started when Ethan was still eighteen, just weeks away from turning nineteen. At that age, it’s natural for boys to be curious about sex. I remember the day Mark came home and told me Ethan had approached him for a man-to-man talk about how sexual relationships work. Mark, never comfortable with such conversations, admitted he’d fumbled through it, probably leaving Ethan more confused than before. He asked me to talk to our son instead, and I agreed.
The next day, I waited for Ethan to get home from school and called him into the living room. I told him I’d answer any questions he had about sex. He opened up right away, asking the kind of things you’d expect from a curious young man, especially about anal sex. What were the best positions? Could he go hard, or did he need to be gentle? Should he eat a woman out before fucking her? I explained it all to him, even how to convince a woman to let him take her ass and how to be careful when he did.
As our conversations continued, he started asking about me and Mark. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but the more we talked, the more comfortable I became sharing the intimate details of my own marriage.
“Mom, what’s your favorite position?”
“Oh, honey, I love being taken from behind, and I also enjoy sixty-nine.”
“Do you and Dad have sex every day?”
“No, usually just once or twice a week.”
“Why, Mom? You’re such a beautiful woman. Dad should be fucking you every day.”
“Thank you, sweetie, but married life isn’t always like that. Your dad works so hard, and sometimes he’s just too tired.”
“I get it. But he should still pay more attention to you.”
“It’s complicated, Ethan. Now, enough questions—I need to start dinner.”
“Okay, Mom. Thanks!”
I couldn’t stop thinking about what Ethan had said. He was right. Mark should be paying more attention to me. I’m still an attractive woman, and I know plenty of men would give anything to be in my husband’s place. With Ethan’s birthday just a day away, I asked him the same question I always did: what he wanted as a gift. I figured it’d be a new phone or maybe some video games.
“Ethan, what do you want for your birthday this year?”
“I don’t know, Mom. Actually, I do, but I’m too embarrassed to ask. I don’t think you’d give me this gift.”
“Stop being silly. You can ask for anything, and I’ll give it to you. Have I ever denied you anything?”
“No, you never have. But this is different. It’s a special request.”
“Come on, now I’m curious. Tell me.”
“Alright, Mom. What I want for my birthday is for you to take my virginity.”
My heart stopped.
“What the hell, Ethan? Did I hear you right? You want me to take your virginity?”
“See? That’s why I didn’t want to say it. I knew you’d get mad.”
“Of course I’m mad! I’m your mother, and I’m married!”
“I just wanted a gift that’d be good for both of us. I know Dad hasn’t been satisfying you, and I thought we could help each other out, like we always do. But forget it. I don’t want anything.”
He ran to his room, and I heard him crying through the door. It broke my heart. I’d never meant to hurt him like that. That night, I lay awake, thinking. And by morning, I’d made my decision: I would give my son the gift he wanted. I would be his first.
Since it was his birthday, Ethan didn’t have school, and Mark had already left for work. I decided to surprise him. I brought his breakfast to bed, and here’s the thing: I was only wearing my blue silk robe, half-open, with nothing underneath. I wanted to cheer up my boy.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!”
“Mom, it’s still too early.”
“No, it’s not. I brought you breakfast, and you’re not even looking at the treats I’ve brought you.”
“Alright, Mom.”
“Holy shit! Why are you dressed like that?”
“I brought you breakfast and your gift. Do you like it?”
“Of course. Does this mean you’re going to fuck me?”
“Yes, honey. I am. I said I never denied you anything, and I won’t start now.”
“Come here, baby. Come take Mommy the right way.”
He was up in a flash, his hands already on my left breast, sucking greedily. It felt amazing to have my baby boy at my tits again after so long. I thought he’d never stop, but then he remembered how much I love sixty-nine. He stripped naked, his hard cock ready for me, and we started a frantic sixty-nine. He didn’t just eat my pussy. He fingered me too, his digits working my soaked folds. I was so turned on, especially with my mouth wrapped around his thick, delicious cock, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, drooling all over it.
God, how I’d missed this. My son was giving me such a good time, the little pervert speeding up his fingers inside me. I couldn’t resist anymore. I needed to be fucked, and I needed it now.
“Come on, baby, eat Mommy’s pussy. Put that cock deep inside me.”
“Fuck, Mom, you feel incredible. I’m gonna wreck you.”
“That’s it, honey. I’m your slut. Ruin me.”
Ethan put me on all fours and slammed his cock into my pussy without mercy. The sensation of being fucked by my own son was overwhelming. He grabbed my hair and pulled hard, calling me a slut, a bitch, a whore. It only turned me on more. Any guilt I might’ve felt about incest melted away as I surrendered completely to the pleasure of a good, hard family fuck.
He took me like that for a few minutes before asking me to ride him. I didn’t play innocent. I climbed on top and impaled myself on his hard cock, moving up and down, pausing to grind on his shaft, moaning like the little slut I was. The thrill of riding my son’s dick was indescribable, my tits bouncing in his face as he sucked on them.
I rode him with abandon, feeling like a real woman again, straddling a horny, perverted young man desperate to fuck his own mother. It felt so good, and I couldn’t hold back my climax for much longer. I came hard, right there on his cock.
“Ohhh, fuck, Ethan, I’m coming for you!”
“Come on, Mom, you dirty slut. I’m gonna cum too. Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth, baby. I want to drink your cum.”
“Take it, you whore. Take all my cum. Swallow it all, you slut.”
I drank every last drop, and it drove him wild. We lay there kissing, and then I gave him another blowjob, letting him come all over my tits this time. I put my robe back on, left the room, and went to take a shower. When I came out, he was in the kitchen.
“Did you like your present, honey?”
“So much, Mom. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
“Mom, are we gonna do this again?”
“Ethan, it was amazing, but we can’t. It was just your birthday gift.”
“But, Mom, I didn’t even get to fuck your ass.”
“Oh, honey, only your father can have my ass.”
“But he’s not even fucking your pussy anymore, let alone your tight little ass. And besides, I could cum inside you there without the risk of pregnancy. Wouldn’t you like to feel my hot cum in your ass?”
“Of course I would. In fact, I want to feel your cum inside me, but it’s complicated cheating on your father like this. I can’t promise anything, only that I’ll think about it.”
“Okay.”
I’m seriously considering letting my son take my ass. I know it’s wrong, but the idea of his cock sliding in and out of my tight hole, filling me up with his cum, is so tempting. I need to think carefully about what I’m going to do.
