The road stretched out before us, a winding ribbon of asphalt cutting through dense forests and rolling hills. The late afternoon sun bathed everything in a golden glow, making the world outside our car look like something out of a dream.
I stole a glance at my reflection in the rearview mirror, sighting my deep green eyes framed by long lashes that had once turned heads effortlessly. At forty-six, I had kept my figure, my curves still drawing the occasional admiring look, even from younger men. My dark, wavy hair fell around my shoulders, and my lips, painted in a soft shade of red, hinted at a playful smile that was as much a part of me as the freckles dusting my nose.
Beside me, Jay lounged in the passenger seat, his strikingly handsome face half-turned toward the window. He had inherited my sharp cheekbones and full lips, but the mischievous glint in his dark eyes was all his own. At eighteen, Jay was the kind of boy girls couldn’t resist—tall, broad-shouldered, with a devil-may-care attitude that made him the centre of attention wherever he went. I knew all too well that he had a reputation as a bit of a ladies’ man, with a new girl on his arm almost every week. His easy charm and rugged good looks were hard to ignore, and even I could see how he had become so irresistible.
As much as I admired my son’s confidence, I worried about the path he was on. His focus on girls was almost obsessive, and while I understood the allure of youth and romance, I wanted him to see that there was more to life than a string of fleeting relationships. That was part of why I had decided we should get away for a bit, just the two of us, to the old summer cottage my father had left me.
“We’re almost there,” I said, breaking the silence between us. My soft yet commanding voice seemed to draw his attention away from the passing scenery. “I hope you don’t mind being off the grid for a few days. No cell service, no internet. Just you, me, and the great outdoors.”
Jay groaned, the sound deep and exaggerated, as he ran a hand through his thick hair. “But, Mom… no Wi-Fi? I need my girls.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound warm and teasing. “Your girls? Surely a few days off won’t kill you, Jay.”
He pouted, though there was a playful glint in his eye. “You’re really trying to kill me here.”
“Oh, come on,” I replied with a grin, “It’s just a few days. You might actually enjoy it.”
He moaned again, sinking further into his seat, but I could tell he wasn’t entirely against the idea. After all, Jay wasn’t one to pass up a challenge, and perhaps the thought of disconnecting from his constant string of flings was a challenge.
The road began to narrow as we entered the thick forest, the trees closing in around us like a green tunnel. The air outside seemed to grow richer, the scent of pine and earth mingling in the breeze that drifted through the open windows. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as we neared the clearing where the cottage sat, a place that had always felt like a secret escape from the world.
As we pulled up to the small wooden structure nestled among the towering trees, I felt nostalgia wash over me. The cottage was exactly as I remembered it—a simple, cosy retreat with a wraparound porch and a roof that sloped gently under the weight of time. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the porch and highlighting the weathered wood with a soft, golden light.
I turned off the engine and stepped out, taking a deep breath of the cool, fresh air. “Home sweet home,” I murmured, more to myself than to Jay, though I could feel his eyes on me.
Jay leaned against the car, arms crossed over his broad chest as he took in the surroundings. “It’s…quaint,” he said finally, a teasing note in his voice, though his gaze lingered on the cottage a moment longer.
“Quaint is a good word for it,” I agreed with a smile, shaking off the feeling of being watched. “Come on, let’s get inside and settle in.”
The interior of the cottage was as welcoming as ever, with its worn furniture and the faint smell of wood smoke from the stone hearth. I moved with a practiced ease, setting our bags down and starting to unpack the few essentials we’d brought with us. Jay, meanwhile, wandered over to the windows, peering out at the thick forest that surrounded us on all sides.
“So, what’s the plan?” he asked, turning back to me. “We just…hang out?”
I laughed softly, the sound filling the space between us. “Something like that. We can go for a hike, maybe do some fishing. Or just sit on the porch and enjoy the peace and quiet.”
Jay rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Sounds thrilling.”
I paused, watching him as he leaned against the windowsill, his frame almost too large for the small room. Despite his attempts to seem disinterested, I could see a hint of curiosity in his expression, a flicker of something deeper behind the playful banter. There was more to my son than the carefree persona he showed the world, and I hoped that this time away would give him a chance to reflect on that.
“This place has a way of getting under your skin,” I said softly, meeting his gaze. “Give it a chance. You might find you like it.”
He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but I didn’t miss the way his eyes softened as he looked at me. “Yeah, maybe.”
As the evening wore on, we settled into a comfortable rhythm, making dinner together and then sitting out on the porch with mugs of hot tea. The night was cool, and the sky overhead was a deep, inky black, dotted with countless stars. Jay leaned back in his chair, stretching out his long legs, and for the first time, he seemed to truly relax.
“You know,” he said after a while, his voice low and thoughtful, “I kind of see why you like this place.”
I smiled, a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the tea in my hands. “I’m glad.”
We sat there in silence for a while, the quiet of the night wrapping around us like a blanket. I felt a sense of peace, of contentment, as if this was exactly where we were meant to be. But beneath that peace, there was something else that crackled in the air between us—a tension that had nothing to do with the tranquility of the woods.
Jay turned to me, his eyes searching mine, and for a moment, I saw something in his gaze that made my breath catch. It was a look I hadn’t seen before, familiar and startling in its intensity. His hand brushed against mine, the touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary, and the air between us thickened with unspoken words.
“Mom…” he began, his voice hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure how to say what he wanted.
But whatever it was, the words remained unspoken. I pulled my hand back, the spell between us breaking as I forced a bright smile. “It’s getting late,” I said, my tone too cheerful. “We should get some rest.”
He adjusted his crotch while looking at my legs, his gaze lingering for a moment too long before he nodded, standing to follow me inside. He was hard, I couldn’t miss it—his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, the outline of its thickness and length beneath the thin material. I tried not to stare, but a part of me couldn’t help but wonder, couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have him like that inside me, filling me up in ways I hadn’t allowed myself to imagine. But I pushed those thoughts aside, forcing myself to stay focused on the task.
Jay settled into the bedroom next to mine; I wore just my short nightie, nothing underneath like always. I turned on my side and my back faced him.
I heard him mumble quietly to himself, “god, I need a pussy right now.” He was obsessed with sex. I could tell these few days would be a struggle for him. He kept moving about until, eventually, he draped his arm over me and snuggled into me. I felt his hard cock press against my ass and it felt sticky through his boxers.
His hand rubbing down my side, “J-Jay what you doing.”
“Sorry, Mom,” Jay murmured, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “I can’t help it. You just feel so good.”
His hand continued to move, sliding down to my hip and then tugging at the hem of my nightie. “Can I…?”
“No darling, this is inappropriate,” I said firmly, rolling over to face him. But even as I spoke the words, I could feel a warmth spreading through me, a heat that had nothing to do with the summer evening.
“Come on, Mom, I am so horny you dragged me out here. I could be banging Vicky tonight,” he said as his hand slightly raised my nightie.
“What? So you’re trying to bang me, are you? I am your mom, and I deserve your respect and kindness. Not your…” I trailed off, not wanting to give voice to the images forming in my mind. But even as I scolded him, I couldn’t deny the excitement building in me, the thrill of knowing that my son desired me that way.
Jay met my gaze, his expression contrite but with an undeniable heat. “No, Mom, I don’t want to… I mean, I just…” He paused, taking a deep breath, and I could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to find the right words.
“Jay, stop it, please; it’s unfair for me to do that. I haven’t had sex in years, and well, I never once was inappropriate with you,” I continued, my voice softening. “I know you’re a grown man now, and I understand the appeal of…exploring your sexuality. But you’re my son, and I can’t let this go any further. Please don’t keep slowly pulling my nightie up; I don’t have my panties on.”
I felt awkward just laying there with his sticky rod in his boxers nudging my ass, I pulled me tighter closer to him.
My back still facing him, I sighed, “Just put it in if you’re going to. I swear this stays between us and is a one-off.”
He lifted my nightie a little and then lifted one of my ass cheeks to access my pussy from behind. I heard his elastic go on his boxers as he got his cock out.
And just like that, he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance, a shudder running through him as he felt the heat of my body. He didn’t push inside, not yet, his hips moving in small, teasing circles as he coated himself in my wetness.
“Fuck, Mom, you’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice low and full of desire.
I bit my lip, the sensation of his cock against me almost too much to bear. “Yes, Jay, I am. Just…do it.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement. With a swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me up completely and making me gasp at the suddenness of it. He didn’t move, not at first, his hips pressed against my ass as he savoured the feeling of being inside me.
“Oh, God, Mom, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice full of wonder.
I couldn’t argue with him. The sensation of his cock inside me, thick and hard, was almost overwhelming, making my head spin with pleasure. I couldn’t believe what we were doing, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the thrill of it, the intensity of the feelings he was stirring in me.
Slowly, he began to move, his hips rocking back and forth as he filled me up and then pulled out, only to thrust inside me again. Each movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, making me gasp and moan as I clung to him, my fingers digging into the skin of his arms.
“Harder, Jay, harder,” I begged, the words barely more than a whisper.
And he obliged, his hips slamming against me with a force that made the whole cottage shake. Each thrust sent me closer to the edge, my body trembling with the pleasure of it.
“Oh fuck…” his hips slammed into my ass as they made loud clapping noise as he fucked me.
Jay’s thrusts grew more frenzied, his cock slamming into me with a force that left me breathless. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic, primal beat that seemed to echo through the entire cottage.
“God, Mom, you’re so tight,” Jay groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place.
I could only moan in response, the pleasure building inside me like a storm, ready to break at any moment. I had never felt anything like this, the forbidden thrill of being with my own son, the intensity of the feelings he was stirring in me.
Jay’s thrusts grew faster, harder, his cock pounding into me with a force that left me dizzy with pleasure. I could feel myself growing closer, the tension building like a coil ready to snap.
“Mom, I’m going to cum,” Jay groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Not yet,” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Not yet, oh god, please not yet, ahh… ahhh harder. I thought you was a stud, a player well find the stamina boy and keep fucking me.”
Jay groaned, his hips stuttering as he fought to hold back his release. He was so close, his cock throbbing inside me as he teetered on the edge. I could feel my own release building, the tension inside me growing until it felt like a live wire, ready to spark at any moment.
“Please, Mom, I can’t hold back,” Jay begged, his voice ragged.
“Just a little longer, Jay, just a little longer,” I urged, my own voice strained with the effort of holding back my own release.
Jay’s hips slammed into me again, the force of his thrusts sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I could feel myself slipping, the tension inside me growing until it was almost unbearable.
I could hear him blowing out air and sucking it back in, as it was too much for him. “What’s a matter… ah sweetie… ah fuck, is my pussy too good for you? You wanted to fuck it.”
“I will try… Ugnhhh… Unghh,” he kept grunting as he fucked me, “Yes, like that, Jay.”
He pulled out of me and put me on my belly and got me to raise my ass, “Oh, fuck, Mom, you have such a perfect ass,” Jay groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he lined himself up with my entrance. With one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me once again, filling me up completely and making me gasp at the suddenness of it.
He didn’t move at first, his hips pressed against mine as he savoured the feeling of being inside me. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the sensation of his release building.
And then he began to move, his hips thrusting back and forth as he filled me up and then pulled out, only to thrust inside me again. Each movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, making me moan and pant as I clung to him, my fingers digging into the skin of his arms.
Faster and harder, he fucked me, his balls slapping against my pussy as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel myself slipping, my body trembling with the pleasure of it. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic, primal beat that seemed to echo through the entire cottage.
“Yes, Jay, yes! Just like that, keep fucking me, harder.” I begged, my voice pleading and needy as I urged him on.
Jay growled, his hips driving into me with a power that left me breathless, my body trembling and shaking as he filled me up again and again. I could feel myself losing control, the tension building inside me until it threatened to consume me. I had never felt anything like this, the forbidden thrill of being with my own son, the intensity of the feelings he was stirring in me.
“Yes, Jay, yes!” I cried out, the words barely more than a gasp as I fell over the edge, the pleasure crashing over me like a wave. Jay groaned, his body stiffening as he, too, fell over the edge, his cock jerking inside me as he filled me up with his seed.
We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and panting and spent, our bodies intertwined as we both struggled to catch our breath. I had never experienced anything like this, never felt such a powerful surge of pleasure, and in that moment, I didn’t care about the rules or the taboo. All that mattered was the sensation of Jay’s cock inside me, the aftershocks of pleasure that still trembled through my body.
In the aftermath, there was a silence between us, a quiet that settled over us like a shroud. I could hear Jay’s breathing as it slowly returned to normal, the sound of it mingling with my own. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to even begin to process what had just happened.
But at the same time, there was a part of me that didn’t regret it, a part of me that felt a fierce sense of satisfaction, as if I had finally scratched an itch that had been building inside me for years. We had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, I didn’t care.
“Jay… Jay, I… I’m sorry,” I managed, my voice barely more than a whisper. But even as I spoke, I knew that I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t sorry for what had happened between us, wasn’t sorry for the pleasure and the connection that had gone beyond anything I had ever experienced before.
Jay shifted, propping himself up on his elbow as he looked at me, his expression almost unreadable. But in his eyes, there was a glint that told me he felt the same way, that told me that he didn’t regret what had just happened any more than I did.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still tangled together, the warm afterglow of sex settling over us. And then Jay leaned forward, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to my forehead.
“Shh, Mom, don’t worry. We’ll figure it out,” he whispered, and in that moment, I knew that everything would be okay. We had crossed a line, but we could find our way back together, stronger and more united than ever before. Together, we could face the challenges that lay ahead and find a way to rebuild the bond that had been broken.
