I stood in the kitchen, the warm aroma of garlic and herbs rising as I stirred the pot. My quiet 18-year-old son Carl sat in the living room with Mia, his older sister. They couldn’t be more different. Carl was always with his nose in a book, often tinkering with gadgets. Mia thrived on teasing and pushing limits. Their voices floated in from the next room, mingling with the sounds of clinking cutlery.
“You’re such a nerd, Carl,” Mia said, her voice teasing. “Bet you’re still a virgin, too and got a little dick.”
I paused, sighing softly but keeping my tone light. “Will you two quit it?” I called over my shoulder. Their bickering was nothing new, but I always tell when it pushed Carl too far.
I carried the plates to the table. Carl sat stiffly on the couch, his cheeks flushed pink, avoiding Mia’s gaze. Mia leaned casually against the doorframe. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulder. A playful grin still tugged at her lips. She wasn’t trying to be cruel, but sometimes she didn’t know when to stop.
“Mia, give your brother a break,” I said, walking over and giving her a light nudge with my elbow. Carl looked at me with a quiet thankfulness in his eyes. He was never one to speak up when he was embarrassed.
Mia shrugged. “I’m just messing with him,” she said, brushing it off. But there was a softer tone now, a subtle acknowledgement that maybe she had gone too far.
I turned to Carl. “Ignore her, honey. She’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”
He nodded, glancing down at the floor. I knew how sensitive he was and how hard it was for him sometimes to brush things off. Mia wasn’t mean-spirited but didn’t understand how much her words sting.
“Alright, food’s ready,” I said, pulling a chair. The wood creaked softly as I sat down. “Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold.”
After dinner, the house fell into its usual quiet rhythm. I washed the last dish, feeling the warmth of the soapy water on my hands. As I wiped my hands dry, I recalled Carl’s face earlier. His shoulders had slumped just a little more than usual. He was a sensitive boy, always had been.
I headed to my room and changed into my nightgown, the silky fabric gliding over my skin. It was soft and comforting, something familiar after a long day. As I settled into bed, a soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,” I called, setting my book aside. The door creaked open, and Carl stood there, hesitating in the doorway, his face still flushed. He always came to me when something was on his mind, even as a little boy.
“Hey, Mom,” he said, his voice low. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” I patted the edge of the bed. “Come sit.”
He sat beside me, pulling the blanket over his lap. His shoulders were tense, and I saw the weight of whatever was on his mind. He sighed before speaking, the words seeming heavy. “It’s just… Mia’s always teasing me about stuff, and I don’t know… It just gets to me.”
I nodded, listening. “I know, honey. She doesn’t mean anything by it, but I can see how it bothers you.”
Carl glanced up at me, his eyes full of doubt. “But she’s right,” he admitted quietly. “I am a virgin. I can’t even talk to a girl, let alone get a girlfriend. I feel… behind.”
My heart ached to hear the frustration in his voice. Carl had always been more reserved. I knew he felt left out sometimes. It seemed like the world was moving too fast for him. I reached over and placed a hand on his arm. “Sweetheart, you’re not behind. Life isn’t a race.”
He glanced away, still unconvinced. “It’s hard when it feels like everyone else has it figured out. I’m 18, and I haven’t even kissed a girl.” His voice cracked slightly, the vulnerability clear.
I squeezed his arm gently. “Carl, you don’t have to follow anyone else’s timeline. You’re kind, smart, thoughtful… those things matter. The right person will see that when the time comes.”
He sighed, the tension still lingering in his body. “I guess. It’s just hard not to feel… weird. Like there’s something wrong with me.”
“You’re not weird, Carl. You’re just you. And that’s more than enough.” I paused, recalling when he was little and how he struggled with making friends. He had always been different, in the best way, but that didn’t make things easier. “Don’t let Mia or anyone else make you doubt yourself. You’ll find your way in your own time.”
He nodded slowly, the weight on his shoulders seeming to lift just a little. “Thanks, Mom,” he said, his voice quieter now, a little softer.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” I smiled and squeezed his arm before he shifted beside me.
He lay down, pulling the blanket over himself. “Your bed’s comfier than mine,” he mumbled, a small hint of a smile on his lips.
I chuckled softly. “Alright, just for tonight,” I said, turning off the lamp beside me. The room was dark now, quiet except for the soft sound of our breathing.
Carl draped an arm over me, surprising me with the gesture. It reminded me of when he was small, seeking comfort in the middle of the night after a bad dream. I smiled softly in the dark, feeling his presence’s warmth.
“Thanks for always being here,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Always, sweetheart,” I replied, my words full of love.
As his breathing slowed and the house remained still, I knew that tomorrow would bring its challenges—every day does. But in this quiet moment, everything felt peaceful, and that was enough for now.
I woke an hour later to feel something hard pressed against my bum; oh… he was hard. He was fast asleep with a raging hard-on.
I felt a jolt of surprise as I realized what was poking me. I glanced over my shoulder at Carl, his face still peaceful in sleep. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It had been long since I felt a man’s desire for me, let alone my son.
What am I doing? I shouldn’t be thinking like this; I accidentally wiggle my bottom into his hard cock. Remembering what Mia teased him about being a virgin and a small dick. Well, with what I feel against my ass, it isn’t small.
Slowly, I reached behind me and gently placed my hand on his erection. It was hot and hard through his pyjama pants, and I couldn’t resist the urge to touch him. I began to rub him softly, feeling him grow even harder under my touch.
I tugged at the waistband of his PJs and slid them down a little. And then with his boxers just under his balls. What am I doing?
“Carl,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you awake?” I kept rubbing his cock gently, feeling it twitch in response.
He didn’t answer me; maybe I should help him not be a virgin anymore. I lifted my nightie slightly and pulled my knickers down, just passed my bum. I then pushed back against him and slid his cock inside my slightly hairy pussy.
“Ahhh,” I whimpered, I lay there with his cock resting inside of me. I don’t move a muscle, I shouldn’t have done that.
“Mom… oh my god, why is my…” I pretended to be asleep.
“Mom, you’re… you have my cock inside you…” Carl’s voice trembled, and I couldn’t tell if he was scared or turned on.
I pretend I just woke up, “oh, what’s your thing doing inside me.” I rock back and forth as he moans slightly.
His hips snapped forward, and he held my ass as his dick slid in and out of my poor pussy. What hasn’t seen action in years?
“Mom, this feels… so good,” Carl whimpered, his hips snapping forward as he fucked me. I could hear the need in his voice, the desire. I couldn’t deny him any longer.
“Yes, baby, fuck me,” I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he pounded into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my pussy clenching around his cock.
“Oh wow, does this mean I am not a virgin anymore?” Carl panted, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his climax. His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me closer with each stroke. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, the sensation sending shivers down my spine.
“Yes, Carl, you’re not a virgin anymore, Ahh fuck,” I moaned. I just lay there, taking his cock in and out of my wet snatch.
Carl’s thrusts became wilder, his cock slamming into me with a force I hadn’t felt in years.
“I’m gonna cum, Mom,” Carl groaned, his voice strained as his thrusts grew more urgent. I could feel the tension building inside me, my pussy clenching around his cock.
“Yes, baby, cum inside me,” I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted to feel him fill me up, knowing I had helped him become a man.
With a final, powerful thrust, Carl buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he released his load. I could feel the warmth spreading through me, sending shivers down my spine.
“Sorry I didn’t last long, did I,” he said, feeling embarrassed.
“No, don’t apologize,” I replied, my voice soothing. “It was perfect, just how it should be for your first time.” I gently stroked his hair, feeling a sense of pride and love for my son.
Carl nodded, still looking a little embarrassed. “I just… I didn’t think it would feel like that,” he admitted.
“And how did it feel?” I asked, a small smile playing on my lips.
“Amazing, honest, oh wow,” Carl said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never knew it could feel like that.”
Carl nodded, his cheeks still flushed. “I love you, Mom,” he said, his voice full of emotion.
“I love you too, Carl,” I replied, thick with emotion. “More than anything. I am glad you enjoyed it.”
I moved forward a little as his cock fell out of me, and I pulled my panties back up. I turned to face him; I rested my head on his chest, “Right, come on, let’s sleep.”
