I sit on the couch, feeling the weight of my husband’s neglect pressing down on me. My eyes are red and puffy from crying, and my body feels heavy with sadness.
Suddenly, I feel my son’s arms wrap around me in a tight embrace. I lean into their touch, feeling comforted by their presence.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” they ask, their voice filled with concern.
“Your father, he just won’t give me the attention I need,” I reply, my voice trembling as I speak. “I just want to feel loved and appreciated.”
I can feel my child’s body shaking with anger as they hold me. I know they are upset on my behalf, and it warms my heart.
“It’s okay, Mom. I’m here for you,” they reassure me, rubbing circles on my back with their hand. “You deserve all the love and affection in the world.”
As they hold me, I can’t help but feel a surge of gratitude towards them. They are always there for me, always ready to offer comfort and support.
As the minutes tick by, my sobs begin to subside, and I pull back to look at my child.
“Thank you, sweetie. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I say, my eyes still watery but a small smile playing at the corners of my lips.
My son Shawn returns my smile, and I can see the love and concern in his eyes. I know that I am lucky to have them in my life, and I am grateful for their unwavering support.
“Maybe I am just ugly, he doesn’t want to have sex with me anymore, I know you don’t need to hear that Shawn but its eating me away…” He then interrupts me, “Fuck off, you ain’t ugly your my hot mom, seriously if I wasn’t your son I would bone the shit out of you.” Omg, his words were disgusted but it kind of gave me tingling sensations between my legs.
Shawn’s words take me by surprise, and I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks. His dirty talk is unexpected, but it sends a thrill through my body.
“Shawn, you shouldn’t talk like that,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. But even as I scold him, I can feel a wetness growing between my legs.
Shawn just smirks at me, his eyes shining with mischief. “I mean if Dad won’t give you it I don’t mind giving you what you need. Come on, Mom. You know you want it,” he says, his voice low and seductive.
“Shawn, we can’t,” I protest, but even as I say it, I feel my body responding to his words. My nipples are hard, and my pussy is wet.
Shawn just grins at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Mom. Let me make you feel good please,” he says, his voice dripping with sex.
I never thought I’d be in this position. As a mother of two beautiful children Shawn and Bobby who are growing into fine men, I never imagined that I would be reduced to this: a sex-starved woman, desperate for any kind of release. My husband, once a passionate and attentive lover, now struggles to maintain an erection, leaving me feeling unwanted and unfulfilled.
It’s been months since I’ve felt the warmth of a man’s touch, the thrill of his body pressed against mine. I’ve tried everything: lingerie, dirty talk, even therapy, but nothing seems to work. I feel like I’m at the end of my rope, ready to give up on any semblance of a satisfying sex life.
But then, something unexpected happened. My son Shawn, home from college for the summer, has been spending more time with me. At first, I thought nothing of it, but as the days went on, I couldn’t ignore the way he looked at me, the way his eyes lingered on my body. I tried to push the thoughts away, to remind myself that he was my son, but the desire was too strong.
One night, while watching a movie together, I felt his hand on my leg. I got nervous, not knowing what to do. Then, he moved his fingers up, closer to the warmth between my legs. I should have stopped him, but I didn’t. I couldn’t, I wanted his touch.
“Oh, honey, you shouldn’t do that,” I whispered. But, deep down, I knew I wanted it.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I can see in your eyes how bad you want this,” Shawn said, still rubbing my panties which were becoming wet and he could feel it.
“Fuck, Mom. You’re so wet,” he says, his voice filled with lust.
“Dad will be home soon. We shouldn’t do this,” I tried to stop him, but he kept going. I wanted it so bad.
I knew I should push him away, tell him to stop, but I couldn’t. I was too caught up in the moment, too lost in the pleasure of his touch. I let out a soft moan as he slipped his fingers under my panties, feeling the wetness of my pussy.
“So, Mom, regarding Dad, why doesn’t he desire you in that manner? Because, while I recognize you as my mother, I must admit that you are beautiful, and I would certainly not hesitate to penetrate your vagina vigorously”. I was taken aback by the explicit language my son used to describe his sexual interest in me.
“I… I don’t know, honey. Your father and I… we’ve just grown apart, I guess,” I replied, my voice trembling as he continued exploring my most intimate places.
His fingers were magical, moving in a rhythm that was both familiar and foreign to me. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop it either.
“Mmm, that feels so good, baby,” I moan, my back arching as he fucks me harder. “But we can’t do this. You’re my son.”
“I know, Mom,” he growls, his fingers moving faster, delving deeper into my wet and willing pussy. “But I can’t help it. You’re just so fucking sexy, if it bothers you then stop me.”
“God, your pussy is so tight, it feels incredible, how you are so tight after having us.” Shawn groaned as he pushed himself deeper into her.
“I-I don’t know oh fuck,” I stammer, my breath hitching as Shawn thrusts his fingers deeper into me.
That’s when he stopped and he shifted me more to the edge of the couch, “wait, what… what are you doing,” I said but it was clear what he was about to do. He pulled his zip down and pulled out his cock and stroked it wow omg he had a big one.
“Oh god, you’re so big, my baby is a mmmm man,” I moaned, my eyes fixed on the impressive length of his cock. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I couldn’t deny the desire that was coursing through my veins.
He positioned himself between my legs, his cock poised at the entrance to my pussy. I bit my lip as I watched him between my legs.
I felt Shawn thrust himself deep inside me, filling me up completely. I gasped as I felt him stretch me, the sensation being incredibly pleasurable. He began to move his hips, setting a fast and hard pace. I gripped the edge of the couch, my knuckles turning white as he pounded into me.
“Oh, sweetie Argh ah mmmm,” my tits bounced as he continued to fuck me while he unbuttoned my blouse and I took it off and through it to the floor.
“Oh fuck mom, not sure how dad doesn’t want this it feels so good,” he said as I watched his cock go in and out my wet snatch.
Oh god, I can’t believe what I’m doing. I’m letting my own son fuck me, and he’s not being gentle about it either. He’s being rough, pounding into me like a wild animal. But I can’t deny the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins. It feels so good, his cock filling me up completely.
His balls slap against my arse as he fucks me harder and harder, I could feel his cock hitting my g-spot with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned and gasped, unable to contain the sounds of my pleasure.
He reached down, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples, sending even more pleasure coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him even deeper inside me. I could feel myself getting close, my orgasm building deep within me.
My eyes glazed over as I just stare into my son’s face seeing him fucking me as he grunts. “Ah fuck, shit mom your pussy feels so good, fuck dad you got me now ok,” he said as he drove his cock in and out of me faster and faster.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, so fucking tight. I can feel your pussy gripping my cock, milking it for every drop of cum,” he groaned as he continued to thrust into me. I could feel him getting closer to his own release, his thrusts becoming more erratic and intense.
I could feel his hot and sticky cum filling me up, coating my insides and spilling out of me. I moaned as he pulled out, his cock still glistening with the evidence of our illicit encounter.
“Fuck, that was so fucking amazing, Mom,” he panted, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and guilt as he gave my pussy a little rub “You got a good kittie there Mom”.
I didn’t know what to say, or what to feel. I had just had sex with my own son, something that was both wrong and right in so many ways.
“We… we shouldn’t have done that,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just had sex with my own son, and it was the most mind-blowing experience of my life. But as the reality of the situation began to sink in, I felt a pang of guilt and shame wash over me. What kind of mother was I, to give in to my own desires and sleep with my own flesh and blood?
But then, my son spoke up again, breaking the silence. “Maybe next time, Bobby can join us,” he joked, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, the tension in the room dissipating. Bobby was my other son, and while I would never actually consider sleeping with him, the thought of having both of my sons pleasuring me at the same time was incredibly arousing.
“I… I don’t think Bobby would be down for that,” I said as he quickly said, “Are you kidding mom, few things you don’t know about Bobby, let’s just say he writes a lot of taboo stories.”
As the words hung in the air, my heart raced with a mixture of excitement and fear. Could I consider having a threesome with my two sons? It was a taboo and forbidden thought, but the idea of it sent shivers down my spine.
I looked at him, unsure if he was serious or just making a joke. But the mischievous glint in his eyes told me that he was serious. I could feel my heart racing, my mind filled with conflicting thoughts and desires.
On one hand, I was horrified at the thought of sleeping with both of my sons. It went against all morals and societal norms. But on the other hand, the idea of being pleasured by both of them at the same time was incredibly tempting.
I couldn’t deny the lust that was coursing through my veins, the hunger for more pleasure. And with my husband unable to satisfy me, I couldn’t help but entertain the thought of my sons fulfilling my needs.
But then, a voice in my head reminded me of the consequences of such an act. Society would see me as a deviant, a bad mother. And my sons…how could I face them after crossing such a line?
But before I could make a decision, my son spoke up again. “Come on, Mom. It’ll be fun. I promise we won’t tell anyone,” he said, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.
TO BE CONTINUED