I’m Carl, a 21-year-old college student, and this summer, I had the chance to go on a holiday with my mom. She’s 48, incredibly adventurous, and the most fun person I know. We decided to explore this coastal town neither of us had been to before, and it was one of those spontaneous trips that just promised excitement and bonding.
Our day was packed. We went snorkelling, tried local delicacies, and even took a short cooking class together. As the sun began to set, we found ourselves at a beachside café, laughing over silly jokes and enjoying some local brews. Yeah, we might have gone a bit overboard with the drinks, getting a little tipsy, but it was all in good fun.
Stumbling back to our hotel, we realized there had been a mix-up with our booking — there was only one bed in the room. My mom, with her infectious laugh, just shrugged it off. “Oh dear, I guess it’s like those old family trips again. A few nights sharing won’t harm,” she said, her voice filled with mirth. It reminded me of the countless times we’d improvised on vacations when I was younger. Always an adventure with her.
She excused herself to freshen up and came back wearing a comfy, albeit a bit short, nightie. “Alright, mister, I call dibs on the right side of the bed!” she declared, her tone playful. I took off my pants and shirt and got into bed next to her in just my boxers.
As you lay there, she is out cold with the drink, and feeling my mom’s leg draped over my waist, I can’t help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but the alcohol and the intimacy of the moment have clouded my judgment.
I look at my mom, her chest rising and falling in a peaceful slumber, and I can’t help but let my eyes wander over her body. The nightie she’s wearing might be comfy, but it certainly doesn’t hide her curves. My hands start to wander, tracing the outline of her leg that’s still draped over my waist. The sensation of her skin against mine sends shivers down my spine.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but the desire and temptation were too strong to resist. I slowly moved my hand inside the front of her knickers, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could barely think straight.
As I started to gently rub her clit, she moaned softly in her sleep, her body responding to my touch. I continued to explore her pussy, feeling every inch of her wetness. I slipped a finger inside her, and she moaned louder, her hips moving slightly in response to my touch.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was fingering my mom while she slept, and it felt so wrong, yet so incredibly hot. I continued to rub her clit and finger her pussy, her moans getting louder and more frequent. I removed my fingers and took out my precum cock out of my boxer shorts and as I guided it between her legs holding her ass and pulling her against me as it slid inside.
Suddenly, she woke up, her eyes opening wide as she realized what was happening. She looked shocked and confused, “Carl, what the fuck are you doing?” she whispered she I continued to slide in and out of her pussy “Oh Ah sweetie, your… you… ah, you’re my son.” I started to pump her pussy hard.
“Ah fuck, Carl mmmm,” she started to give in as I gripped her ass as my cock slid in and out with every thrust.
Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her body responding to my touch. I was lost in the moment, consumed by desire and the taboo nature of what we were doing. I couldn’t stop myself, and I didn’t want to.
I rolled her onto her back with my cock still inside her. I opened her legs as my hands pressed down on her fat thighs as I started to fuck her pussy with force. She was moaning louder now, her hands gripping the sheets as I pounded into her.
Despite the initial shock and confusion that washed over her, I could tell she was relishing every touch. Her body was betraying her, responding to my every stroke and caress, only intensifying my desire for her.
I leaned over and flicked on the lamp beside the bed, causing my mom to immediately shield her eyes. “Sorry, ah fuck, is it too bright?” I asked her, her voice trembling slightly.
“No, ah mmm, it’s not that,” she quickly added, before letting out a low moan.
“Oh god, your cock… I can’t look at you fucking me.” I started to slow down, my movements becoming languid and deliberate. “Shall I stop, Mom?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I came to a complete stop, waiting for her response.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with desire, ‘I shouldn’t be wanting this it is so bad, but no, don’t stop, keep fucking me,’ she pleaded. And that was all the encouragement I needed.
I couldn’t resist the urge to explore her body further, and I leaned down pulled up her night over her boobs and pulled her bra under her boobs and started to suck on her nipples, eliciting more moans from her.
“I wasn’t certain how much longer I could hold out, just the thought of being enveloped within my mother’s warmth was more than enough to make my cock swell and throb. I reached down, my fingers grazing her clit, adding another layer of pleasure to our already intense encounter.
She moaned louder, her voice trembling with desire, “Oh Carl, mmmmm yes, keep going, show mommy what you’ve got,” she urged, her hands leaving her eyes as she opened them to watch me. I wanted her to see me, to witness the raw passion and intensity that consumed me as I thrust into her harder.
Her hips bucked wildly beneath me, her body writhing in pleasure as I continued to drive into her, our sweat-slicked bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was both primal and intoxicating. The scent of our lovemaking filled the room, a heady mix of sweat, lust, and desire that only served to heighten my own pleasure.
“Yes, just like that, harder, don’t stop, Oh Fuck Mmmm…” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper as she clung to me, her nails digging into my back as she pulled me closer. I could feel her walls tightening around me, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.
I reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her against me with each thrust. The pleasure was intense, and I could feel my own orgasm building within me. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “You feel so good, Mom. I can’t believe I’m fucking you.”
She let out a loud, guttural moan, her whole body trembling as she reached her climax. I could feel her warm, wet juices coating my cock as she came, and it only pushed me closer to my own release.
I started to thrust into her with even more urgency, my hips slamming against hers as my cock slid in and out of her wet pussy with reckless abandon. The headboard banged against the wall with each powerful thrust, but neither did I fucking care.
I could feel the familiar tingling sensation in my balls, a sure sign that I was about to come. I pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, taking her from behind. Her moans grew even louder as I entered her again, my cock filling her up and hitting all the right spots.
I reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them firmly as I pounded her pussy from behind. She arched her back, pushing her ass back against me with each powerful thrust. Her moans grew even louder as I fucked her harder and harder, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm.
That was it, I had hit the point of no return I let out a huge grunt as I hammered her a few more times.
“Mom, Argh,” that was it I exploded, I let out a low growl as I came, my hot, sticky cum filling her pussy as I continued to thrust into her making sure I paint the inside of her cunt white with cum.
We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating, our bodies tired and aching. As we caught our breath, I couldn’t help but look at my mom in a different light. She was still the same beautiful, fun-loving woman I knew, but now I had seen a side of her I never thought existed.
“I can’t believe you just did that to me, what possessed you to put your thing inside me when I was sleeping?” she said, breaking the silence.
“I don’t know, mom. I’m sorry, I couldn’t control myself. The alcohol, the closeness and when you put your leg over my waist, it all just got to me,” I replied, feeling guilty and ashamed.
I could see the hurt and disappointment in her eyes, and I knew I had crossed a line. I never imagined that I would do something like this, especially to my mom. But in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions, and the intimacy of our position had awakened desires that I never knew existed.
“Mom, I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have done that, it was wrong and I’m sorry, but I don’t regret it,” I said, trying to make amends.
My mom looked at me, her eyes filled with confusion. “Carl, I need to know. Do you have feelings for me? Is that why you did this?” she asked, her voice shaking with emotion.
I took a deep breath, unsure of how to respond. “I don’t know, mom. I never thought of you like that before, but now…I don’t know. All I know is that at that moment, I couldn’t resist the temptation, and when I felt your wet pussy, I just had to have it,” I replied honestly.
My mom’s expression softened, and she reached out to touch my cheek. “Oh, Carl. I never thought I would hear those words from my son. But I can’t deny that I enjoyed it too. It was wrong, but it felt so good,” she said, her voice filled with both regret and desire.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My mom had just admitted that she enjoyed what we had done. It was a strange mix of relief and arousal, and I couldn’t deny the growing bulge in my boxers.
‘I’m sorry, mom. I never meant to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. I was just…overwhelmed by everything,’ I said, feeling a lump in my throat.
My mom smiled gently and caressed my cheek. ‘It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you didn’t mean it. We were both caught up in the moment. But we can’t do this again. It’s not right,’ she said firmly, but her eyes held a hint of longing.
I nodded, knowing she was right. We couldn’t let this happen again. It was a mistake, and I had to make things right. But the memory of our intimate encounter would always linger in my mind, tempting me with what could have been.
We both lay there in silence for a while, lost in our thoughts. Eventually, my mom got up and turned the lamp off, breaking the silence. “Let’s get some sleep, Carl. We have a long day ahead of us,” she said, trying to lighten the mood.