The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, gently rousing me from sleep. I lay in bed for a few moments, savouring the peaceful quiet of the early hour. The house was still, and I knew James was likely fast asleep in his room. There was something so comforting about these early morning moments, the calm before the bustle of the day began.
Reluctantly, I slipped out of bed and padded across the plush carpet to the bathroom. The tiles were cool underfoot as I turned on the taps, adjusting the water temperature until it was just proper—warm, but not too hot, with steam beginning to rise lazily from the filling tub. I added a splash of lavender-scented bath oil, the soothing aroma instantly calming my senses.
As the bath filled, I saw myself in the mirror. My hair was slightly tousled from sleep, and I noted the faint lines of fatigue around my eyes. It had been a long week, and I could feel the weight of it settling into my bones. A bath was exactly what I needed—a moment to relax and reset before the day began.
I slipped out of my nightclothes, the cool air brushing against my skin, and eased myself into the bath. The warm water enveloped me, a comforting embrace that immediately melted the tension away. I closed my eyes, letting the scent of lavender and the gentle warmth work their magic. For a few precious minutes, I allowed myself to be—to let go of all the worries and responsibilities that usually occupied my mind.
As I soaked, my thoughts naturally drifted to James. At 18, he was on the cusp of many changes—finishing school, preparing for university, and stepping into the next chapter of his life. I was so proud of him, but I couldn’t deny that the thought of him leaving home made my heart ache a little. I had raised him on my own for so long, and I hadn’t quite come to terms with the idea of an empty house, of him not being here every day.
But today wasn’t the day to dwell on that. Today, I decided to enjoy the present—savouring our time together. With that thought in mind, I let out a contented sigh and began to wash, the warm water and soft lather of the soap invigorating my senses. I moved slowly and deliberately, taking the time to care for myself in a way that I often neglected in the rush of daily life.
Once thoroughly cleansed and refreshed, I reluctantly climbed out of the bath, wrapping myself in a soft, fluffy towel. The warmth of the tub lingered on my skin as I dried off, my movements slow and unhurried. There was no need to rush; the day was beginning.
I returned to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, my fingers brushing over the assortment of clothing hanging neatly inside. I selected one of my favourite outfits for days like this—a taupe zip-up top and navy blue joggers. The top was made of a silky, satiny fabric that felt cool and smooth against my freshly bathed skin. It had a zippered front that I left slightly open, revealing just a hint of the tank top I wore underneath. The joggers were equally comfortable, their loose, flowing fabric draping gracefully over my hips and legs. A drawstring at the waist ensured a perfect fit, and the cuffs at the ankles added a touch of style.
I completed the look with crisp white trainers, their practicality matched by their simple elegance. As I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. The outfit was comfortable yet flattering, the soft sheen of the top catching the morning light and highlighting the gentle curves of my body. I tied my chestnut brown hair into a loose ponytail, allowing a few strands to escape and frame my face softly.
With the bath leaving me feeling rejuvenated and the outfit giving me a sense of confidence, I descended the stairs, ready to face whatever the day might bring. The living room was bathed in golden light, the scent of lavender still faintly lingering in the air. I moved through the house purposefully, tidying up the room, fluffing the cushions, and straightening the magazines on the coffee table.
Just as I was finishing up, I heard the familiar sound of footsteps on the stairs. James appeared in the doorway, his hair slightly tousled from sleep and a sleepy smile. “Morning, Mum,” he mumbled, heading straight for the kitchen.
“Morning, darling,” I replied, following him. “Sleep well?”
He nodded as he reached into the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice. “Yeah, but I’m not looking forward to today. Mr. Wilson’s been piling on the homework again.”
I chuckled softly, watching him pour himself a glass of juice. “You’ll manage, James. You always do.”
He smiled at that, though I could see the weariness in his eyes. My heart ached a little, knowing how hard he was working and how much pressure he was under. But I also knew how resilient and determined he was. He had always been like that, even as a little boy, always pushing himself to do his best.
After breakfast, James grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, leaving me with my thoughts. I spent the morning running errands—picking up groceries, dropping off dry cleaning, and quickly stopping at the post office. The day was warm, and I was grateful for the lightness of my outfit as I moved from one task to the next. The fabric of the joggers kept me calm, while the zip-up top provided just the right amount of coverage, its satiny texture feeling luxurious against my skin.
When I returned home, the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the floor. I set about preparing dinner—roast chicken with potatoes and steamed vegetables, one of James’s favourite meals. As I worked in the kitchen, peeling potatoes and seasoning the chicken, I thought back to when James was younger. He had always loved helping me in the kitchen, standing on a stool to reach the counter, his little hands clumsily chopping vegetables or stirring a pot. Those were some of my fondest memories, and I couldn’t help but smile as they played out in my mind.
Dinner was a quiet affair. James was tired, and I could tell he had a lot on his mind, but he still tried to chat with me, asking about my day and sharing a bit about his. We talked about his upcoming exams and his plans for university, and I did my best to reassure him, to remind him that he was more than capable of handling whatever came his way.
After dinner, James returned to his room to work on his homework, and I set about cleaning the kitchen. The day had been long, and I could feel the fatigue settling into my bones as I wiped down the counters and washed the dishes. But there was still one more thing I needed to do before I could finally relax.
As the night began to settle in, I made my way back upstairs, the soft light from the hallway casting a warm glow across the landing. I entered the bathroom again, this time opting for a quick, refreshing shower to wash away the remnants of the day. I turned on the water, letting it heat up before stepping under the steady stream. The warm water cascaded over my body, soothing my tired muscles and washing away the day’s stress. I reached for my lavender-scented shower gel, lathering it between my hands before smoothing it over my skin. The familiar scent filled the bathroom, calming me as I worked the lather into a rich foam.
I let the water rinse away the bubbles, standing there for a moment longer, enjoying the sensation of the warm water against my skin. It was a small luxury that I cherished—a moment of peace and solitude at the end of a long day. When I finally turned off the water, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a soft, fluffy towel, drying off slowly and methodically.
Once I was dry, I returned to the bedroom, where the soft, warm lighting created a cocoon of comfort. I entered the wardrobe and selected my favourite nightgown—a lavender silk slip reserved for evenings like this. The nightgown was a luxurious blend of silk and lace, with thin, adjustable straps that rested lightly on my shoulders. The bodice fit snugly against my chest, offering the proper support while still incredibly comfortable. The silk fabric flowed over my body, skimming my curves and ending just above my knees, with a lace trim that added a touch of elegance.
I slipped into the nightgown, feeling the cool silk against my freshly showered skin. As I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. The nightgown hugged my body in all the right places, the lace and silk combining to create a sensual and refined effect. I let my hair down, running my fingers through the soft waves as they fell around my shoulders, adding to the relaxed, effortless look.
With a sigh of contentment, I climbed into bed, the nightgown whispering against the sheets as I settled against the pillows. The day had been long, but as I lay there, enveloped in the softness of the silk and the warmth of the blankets, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. The house was quiet, and the only sound was the faint murmur of James’s voice as he spoke on the phone in the next room. I closed my eyes, letting the gentle rhythm of his voice lull me into a state of relaxation.
My thoughts drifted once more to James, to our earlier conversation about his future. I knew he was nervous about the challenges ahead, but I also knew he was more than capable of handling them. He was strong, determined, and resilient—qualities I admired in him more than he knew. As his mother, it was my job to worry, guide, and support him in any way I could. But I also knew I had to trust him, to let him find his way, just as I had found mine.
The future was uncertain, full of possibilities and challenges that neither of us could predict. But as I lay there, listening to the soothing sounds of the night, I felt a sense of calm. We would face the future together, just as we always had. And no matter what happened, I knew that we would be okay.
With that thought, I let myself drift off to sleep, the softness of the silk nightgown a comforting reminder that, at this moment, all was well.
Hours passed, and I was shocked; I could feel a cock thrusting in and out of my vagina. My panties were halfway down, and my nightie was up past my breasts. I lay still, in shock, as I was getting fucked from behind as I lay on my side. There is only me and my son in… No, it can’t be.
“James?” I whispered, my voice hoarse with sleep.
He didn’t answer, but he continued to thrust into me, his movements growing more urgent and frantic. I could feel his cock, thick and hard, stretching me open, filling me up in a way that I had never experienced before.
I should have been scared, terrified even, but instead, I felt a strange sense of arousal. I had never sexually thought of James before, but now, as he thrust into me, I couldn’t deny the way my body was responding. My nipples were hard and sensitive, and I could feel a wetness between my legs, a slickness that only came with arousal.
“James, stop; Ahhh fuck, why… why you Ahhh…. ahh fuck, why you are having sex with me, answer me dirty little shit,” I managed to gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. But he didn’t listen. Instead, he pushed deeper into me, his hands gripping my hips as he held me in place.
My mind raced as James continued to thrust into me, but my body had a different response. My pussy was getting wetter with every push, and the feeling of him inside of me was so intense and overwhelming. I couldn’t believe what was happening but couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. My nipples were stiff, and I could feel my clit throbbing with need.
“James, tell me why you’re doing this. Please.” I begged, my voice sounding hoarse and broken.
“Mum, you’re so fucking hot. I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I can’t control myself.” He finally confessed, his voice shaking with lust.
His words sent a rush of heat through my entire body, and I moaned softly as he picked up his pace, every thrust driving me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. I clutched at the bedsheets, my breasts jiggling with the force of his movements as he pushed himself deeper inside me.
“Ummm… Ummm, I thought… you… ah, was an innocent boy, oh fuck,” I moaned as he sucked in air as he was holding back. He pounded me harder and harder.
“Not anymore, mum. I’ve fantasized about you every night. I can’t help it. Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Feels so good.” he grunted, his moans muffled against the back of my neck as he thrust deeper and deeper into me.
His words, so naughty and forbidden, only added to my arousal. The thought of my son desiring me in such a sensual way was simultaneously shocking and thrilling. I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on. Every thrust of his cock drove me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, my pussy fluttering and clenching around him as the pleasure built and built.
“James, I can’t… I don’t… oh fuck,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whimper. I was on the edge, my entire body tightening with pleasure as his cock pistoned in and out of me. With one final, deep thrust, I felt myself reach the peak, my muscles clenching and shivering as I came around his cock.
James let out a deep, guttural groan as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he filled me with warm, sticky cum. He held still for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion as we both came down from our high. Then, without a word, he gently pulled out of me, slowly lowering my nightie and panties back into place.
In the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of shock, confusion, and intense arousal. This was my son, and what we had just done was so wrong on many levels. But there was no denying that it had felt incredible. The thought of James thinking about me in such a way, desiring me sensually, was startling and exhilarating.
As he climbed back into bed and pulled me close, we lay there in silence for a long time, my thoughts racing as I struggled to process what had happened. In the end, I knew that I needed to talk to James. This was something that needed to be addressed, both for the sake of our relationship and for our mutual well-being. It wouldn’t be easy, but it was necessary.
But not now. Not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to enjoy the afterglow of our union, to savour the feeling of his arms wrapped around me as we lay there, wrapped up in the warmth of the silk sheets and the soft light of the night. As I drifted to sleep, I knew that tomorrow would bring challenges and difficulties. But tonight, I was able to push them aside and just be.
The end.
