Under the hot sun, I stand in the park, looking around. I wear a practical tank top and jeans, the material sticking to my skin because of the sweat. My brown hair, usually neat, is pulled back into a messy ponytail, with a few loose strands framing my flushed face. I feel strong and determined, my toned arms shining from the effort of the work we’ve been doing. I could feel the sweat pour down my cleavage, my tits all sweaty from the hard grafting, my nipples hard and strained against my tank top.
My son Ethan is a few feet away, digging a hole for a tree with a scowl on his face. He’s tall and lean at eighteen, with dark hair falling into his eyes as he works. His movements are angry and frustrated, and his expression mixes annoyance and focus. His t-shirt clings to his back, soaked with sweat, and his jeans are already dirty from the digging.
I watch him momentarily, feeling a mix of sadness and frustration. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I remember when Ethan was little, a happy, curious boy who loved to help me in the garden. Those days seem so far away now, lost to the arguments and distance between us.
“Could you hand me the water bottle?” I ask, breaking the silence between us.
Ethan doesn’t look up but grunts in response, tossing the bottle my way. It lands near my feet, splashing water onto the dry ground. I pick it up, take a long drink, and feel the tremendous relief. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, watching Ethan out of the corner of my eye.
We work side by side, each wrapped up in our thoughts. The hard work starts to break down the walls between us. I notice Ethan’s shoulders relaxing, his movements becoming less angry and more steady. It seems like working with his hands is calming him in a way words never could.
While planting a tree, I take a deep breath and decide to speak. “You know, this reminds me of when you were little and we used to garden together. You always loved getting your hands dirty.”
Ethan pauses, leaning on the shovel. He glances at me, a hint of a smile crossing his face before it fades. “Yeah, well, things change.”
I feel a pang in my chest. I take a deep breath, my fears weighing heavily on me. “I know I’ve made mistakes, Ethan. I worry every day that I’m not doing enough, not being enough for you.”
Ethan finally looks at me, his eyes filled with anger and sadness. “It’s just… sometimes I feel like no one understands me. Like I’m alone.”
I step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. My touch is gentle but firm, showing my support. “You’re not alone, Ethan. I’m here. And I want to understand you, but I was hoping you could talk to me. Let me in.”
Ethan looks down at my hand on his arm, then back up at me. The tension in his face eases, and he nods slowly. “Okay, Mom. I’ll try.”
As he says this, I notice a look in his eyes that makes me uncomfortable. It’s a look of deep frustration mixed with a kind of resentment. I wouldn’t say I like how he’s looking at me like I’m the enemy he can’t escape from. It makes my skin crawl, and I realize our problems run more profoundly than I thought.
We go back to our work, but now, the silence between us feels heavy and uneasy. The tree we plant together symbolises our fragile truce, a reminder that we still have a long way to go. I feel hope and dread as the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the park. Our bond is far from repaired, and the road ahead is uncertain.
The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park. Ethan and I continue to work in silence, the earlier tension still lingering between us. I can feel the weight of his unspoken words and the burden of my own worries.
As the last tree is planted, I stretch my aching back, feeling the strain of the day’s labor. Ethan drops the shovel and sits on the grass, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion. I sit beside him, the ground cool beneath us.
“Thanks for sticking it out today,” I say, trying to break the ice. “I know it’s not how you wanted to spend your weekend.”
Ethan shrugs, picking at the grass. “It’s whatever.”
I look at him, seeing the young man he’s become and feeling a pang of loss for the little boy he used to be. “Ethan, talk to me. What’s really going on?”
He sighs heavily, not meeting my eyes. “I just feel… lonely, Mom. Like, really lonely.”
I reach out, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not alone, Ethan. I’m here for you.”
He shakes his head, frustration etched on his face. “I don’t mean like that. I mean, everyone else has someone. All my friends have girlfriends, and I’m just… here.”
The raw honesty in his voice breaks my heart. I squeeze his shoulder gently, trying to offer some comfort. “I get it, Ethan. I do. Your dad left ten years ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Ethan finally looks at me, surprise mingling with sadness in his eyes. “You haven’t been with at least one guy since?”
I nod, feeling the familiar sting of old wounds. “Nope, not one.”
He leans back on his elbows, looking up at the darkening sky. “How is that so, Mom? My friends always wind me up about how hot you are.”
I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks, caught off guard by his comment. “No, I’m not hot, honey.”
Ethan sits up, a severe look in his eyes. “Yes, you are, Mom. I mean, you’re beautiful. I don’t get why you haven’t been with anyone. Don’t you miss the intimacy, not just in love? I mean, you know.”
I feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. The compliment touches me, even if it’s unexpected. “Thanks, Ethan. That’s sweet of you to say. But I guess I just focused on raising you and didn’t make time for anyone else. Also, sure, I miss the intimacy, and if you mean sex, no, I haven’t, but I don’t want to go into that part.”
He nods, absorbing my words. “I get that. But you deserve to be happy too, you know?”
I smile at him, touched by his concern. “I know, honey. And so do you. We both do. It’s just… complicated.”
I sigh, looking up at the sky. “Sweetie, look at the sky; it’s so beautiful. I remember being with your dad one night. One night, we went stargazing. It was so beautiful, and one thing led to another, and we were making love. Oh god, it was so good, I miss it. Oh, sorry, son.”
I looked over at him, and he looked like he had a tent in his pants. He said, “Oh, Mom, I don’t want to know that,” he adjusted his crotch. I didn’t mean to come out with that and do things to my boy.
He lies back down, staring at the first stars appearing in the sky. “Yeah, life is complicated. But we’ll figure it out together, right? And if you ever need anything, I am here for you, Mom. I mean, you miss having a man. I am a man who’ll always spend time with my beautiful mom.”
I lie back beside him, the cool grass against my back. “Right. One step at a time, and thank you, sweetheart. Also, if you ever need to talk, I am always here. Talk about anything.”
We lie in silence for a moment, the weight of our shared loneliness hanging in the air. But it’s also a moment of connection, a fragile truce in our ongoing battle. I hope it’s the start of something better, a chance to rebuild what’s been broken.
As the first stars appear in the sky, I turn to Ethan. “We’ll get through this, you and me. One step at a time.”
He nods, a small, hesitant smile on his lips. “Okay, Mom. One step at a time.”
We stand up, brush off the grass, and gather our tools. As we return to the car, I feel a glimmer of hope. It’s a small step, but it’s a start. And for now, that’s enough.
As we pack our tools and head back to the car, Ethan suddenly turns to me. “Oh, Mom, do we have to go home? Can’t we go do something together?”
His request catches me off guard but warms my heart. “Sure, Ethan. What do you have in mind?”
He thinks for a moment, then smiles. “How about we grab some ice cream? There’s that new place downtown everyone’s talking about.”
I smile back, relieved and happy to spend more time with him. “Ice cream sounds perfect.”
We drive to the ice cream parlour, and the car is filled with comfortable silence. The setting sun paints the sky in hues of orange and pink, and I glance over at Ethan, feeling a sense of hope.
We arrive at the ice cream parlour, a quaint little place with a bright neon sign. Inside, the air is cool and smells of freshly made waffle cones. We each pick out our favourite flavours—chocolate chip for him and mint chocolate chip for me—and sit by the window at a small table.
Ethan takes a bite of his ice cream and looks at me. “Thanks for doing this, Mom. I know I can be a pain sometimes.”
I reach across the table and squeeze his hand. “You’re not a pain, Ethan. I just want you to be happy.”
He looks down at his ice cream, then back up at me. “I know. And I’m sorry for being so angry all the time. It’s just… hard.”
I nod, understanding. “I get it. Your dad leaving us hit us both hard. But we have to move forward, and we can only do that if we’re honest with each other.”
I notice his gaze on my cleavage as I feel awkward; I alter my top.
Ethan, your gaze is making me uncomfortable. Can you please look at me in the eyes?” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Ethan looks up, meeting my gaze. “Sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just… I don’t know; sometimes, I feel like I can’t connect with you more deeply. And it’s hard for me to express myself.”
I nod, understanding his struggle. “I get it, Ethan. It’s not easy to open up and be vulnerable. But I’m here for you, and I want to understand you better. So, if you want to talk about something, please share it with me.”
“Mom, it’s pretty late. Maybe we should stay somewhere nearby instead of driving back home,” Ethan suggests.
He changed the subject, wanting to go and rest. I nod, thinking it over. “You’re right. Let’s find a motel.”
We drive around for a bit before finding a small, cosy motel. The neon sign flickers as we pull into the parking lot. Inside, the receptionist hands us a key with a friendly smile.
Our room is simple but clean, with one bed and a small couch. I set our things down and looked around. “Looks like there’s only one bed. You take it, Ethan. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Ethan shakes his head. “No way, Mom. You take the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.”
I glance at the small, uncomfortable-looking couch and then back at him. “Ethan, I can’t let you do that. You’re taller than me. You need the bed.”
He crosses his arms, his expression firm. “Mom, you’ve been working hard all day. You deserve the bed. I’ll be fine on the couch.”
I sigh, seeing the determination in his eyes. “Alright, if you’re sure. Thank you, Ethan.”
Before getting into bed, I decide to freshen up. I quickly shower, letting the warm water wash away the day’s grime and fatigue. After drying off, I change into something comfortable; I leave off my underwear and put on a T-shirt and shorts. When I step out of the bathroom, I feel a bit more human and ready for rest.
The softness is a welcome relief as I lie on the bed and watch Ethan settle onto the couch. It’s a tight fit, but he’s tossing and turning to get comfy. He’s lying all cramped in boxer shorts under a thin blanket. I feel sorry for him. He can’t sleep like that.
The room is quiet and still, but the night’s warmth makes it hard to get comfortable. I toss and turn, trying to find a cool spot on the bed, but the heat is relentless.
I glance over at Ethan, who is fidgeting on the small couch. He’s having just as much trouble getting comfortable as I am. He shifts positions every few minutes, sighing in frustration.
Eventually, I can’t stand it anymore. I sit up and look over at him. “Ethan, this isn’t working. Neither of us is going to get any sleep like this.”
He looks up at me with relief and stubbornness in his eyes. “Yeah, it’s pretty bad. But you need the bed, Mom.”
I shake my head. “No, we both need to sleep. How about we share the bed? It’s big enough for both of us to stay on our sides.”
He hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Okay, if you’re sure.”
I move over to one side of the bed, making room for him. Ethan stands up, stretching his stiff limbs, and climbs beside me. We lie in the darkness, both trying to find a comfortable position.
The coolness of the sheets is a welcome relief after the oppressive heat of the room. We lie in silence for a while, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning.
“Mom?” Ethan’s voice breaks the silence.
“Yeah, Ethan?” I reply, turning my head to look at him.
“Thanks for today. And for… everything. I don’t say it enough, but I appreciate you.”
I feel a lump in my throat and squeeze his hand. “I appreciate you too, Ethan. We’re going to get through this, okay? Come on, cuddle up to your old mom.”
He nods in the darkness. As he shifts closer, lying tightly behind me as I face away from him, his arm draped over me. “Okay, Mom. You feel nice and soft.”
We lie there, the silence between us now filled with a sense of connection and understanding. The room is still too warm, but having Ethan beside me makes it bearable.
As I got comfy, I wriggled my bottom by accident, and I heard him moan a little and then something stiff pressing against me.
“Oh, I honestly didn’t mean that Ethan,” I was embarrassed I cant believe I just wriggled my bottom against his manhood.
“No problem, Mom. It’s a natural reaction,” Ethan says, his voice husky. He doesn’t move away, and I can feel his erection pressing against my bottom.
I take a deep breath, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal. “Ethan, I don’t know if this is a good idea for us to cuddle up. I mean, I like it as I love you, but I can feel you, you know what, stiff against me. I’m your mom.” I remembered him earlier when he told me he was a virgin; it sounds like he’s got so much tension built inside. It doesn’t help with him pressed up to my ass.
“I understand your concerns, Mom. But I can’t help how I feel. You’re a beautiful woman, and I’m a young man with needs. I promise nothing will happen between us, but I would like to hold you and cuddle. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt close to someone, and I value our relationship too much to risk it.”
Ethan’s words touch me, and I realize I’ve been holding onto old fears and assumptions. I take a deep breath and make a decision.
“Okay, Ethan. We can cuddle, but nothing more. I trust you, and I want you to be happy. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable, please let me know, and we’ll stop.”
Ethan nods, a small smile on his lips. “Thank you, Mom. I won’t do anything to betray your trust.”
As the night goes on, Ethan has fallen asleep, but his cock is still solid and sticking into me. I am unsure of what to do, feeling confused and uncomfortable. Do I wake him up and tell him to move, or do I try to ignore it and get some sleep myself?
Thoughts rush through my mind, I feel wet, and not having sex for ten years, I so miss a good cock. Feeling my sons pressed against me, I was battling temptations.
I lay there, feeling his stiff cock pressing against my ass. The sensation is uncomfortable and arousing, and I don’t know what to do. I consider waking him up and asking him to move, but I also don’t want to ruin the moment of closeness we’ve shared.
After a few minutes of indecision, I make a decision. I slowly reach behind me and gently stroke his cock through his boxers. I feel him stir, and he lets out a soft moan but remains asleep.
Maybe I thought if I made him cum it would then soften. He’s a virgin, so he should cum quickly. I place my hand inside his boxer as I still face away from him. Oh wow he felt big; what am I doing? I started stroking his hard cock. I feel the wetness between my legs.
Ethan’s cock throbs in my hand, and I feel a wave of guilt wash over me. What am I doing? This is my son, and I’m touching him inappropriately. But at the same time, I can’t deny the arousal I feel. His cock is big and hard, and I can’t help but remember what it’s like to be with a man.
I continue to stroke Ethan’s cock, feeling it grow harder in my hand. I can feel the wetness between my legs growing, and I know I’m on the verge of cumming myself. I try to push the thoughts out of my mind, but it’s no use. I want Ethan, and I can’t deny it any longer.
Suddenly, Ethan stirs, and I quickly pull my hand away. “Mom?” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.
“Yes, Ethan?” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice confused.
I take a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I didn’t mean to do that. I was just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
Ethan starts rubbing his eyes. “It’s okay, Mom. I know you’ve been lonely. And I want to help you. I want to make you feel good.”
I feel his hand on my ass; I sigh, fighting the temptation, but I so wanted cock right now. I felt so ashamed, but I slid my shorts down and reached behind and grabbed his dick and stroked it. I pulled my t-shirt up a bit, and I wriggled my bottom against him as I guided him to my wet entrance.
Ethan gasps as he feels your wetness against his hard cock. “Mom, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to hurt you or betray your trust. I am a virgin, so that I might be shit, haha.”
I look back at him, my eyes filled with desire. “Yes, Ethan. I’m sure. I need this. I need you. And I know you’ll be gentle. Just let me guide you inside. I know it is your first time, so please, let’s take it slowly, okay?”
I push my ass back against him while using my hand to guide and feed him into my pussy. It’s been so long since I’ve felt a man inside me, and Ethan’s cock feels so big and complex. I take a deep breath, trying to stay in control as he starts to move inside me.
At first, Ethan is tentative, moving slowly and carefully. But as he feels my body responding to him, he becomes more confident. The bed springs were squeaking loudly. He starts to thrust more profoundly and more demanding, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I don’t want him to cum so soon, “Sweetie, mmmm ugh, slow, slow… ugh fuck, slow down. Ugh, yes, like that. Don’t rush, baby. Take your time.”
I feel his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper inside me. I moan, unable to contain my pleasure any longer. “Ethan, yes, just like that. You feel so good inside me.”
He groans, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Mom, you feel so fucking good. I can’t believe I’m inside you.”
I reach behind me, grabbing his ass and pulling him closer to me. “Don’t stop, Ethan. Yes, mmm, mmmm, oh god, my pussy.” I put my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit hard.
“Not sure how much longer I can last, Mom; oh god, it feels so good; if I cum can I do it to you again for longer? Your pussy is so good. I want to have sex every night, can we.” He said as his cock slid out of my soggy wet pussy.
“Baby, just concentrate on now for now, keep going, my yes,” my bed rattling against the squeaky bed as he drives his cock in and out of me. I can’t believe he wants to do this every night; oh no, what have I started? All of a sudden, he started hammering into me with force, and his skin slapped against mine with a deep throaty grunt “Ungh,” He quickened his pace, his balls slapping against my ass. I can feel myself on the verge of climax, my body tensing up with pleasure. “Ethan, I’m cumming. Oh god, yes.”
He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his peak. “Mom, I’m cumming too. Oh fuck.”
He grunted and panted, “Ugh, Ungh god,” he went faster as I felt him spurt huge load after load. Omg he was filling me deep and with a lot of cum.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. I feel a sense of relief and satisfaction wash over me. I’ve never felt closer to my son, and I know we’ve shared something special.
“Wow, I needed that, oh Mom, I love you,” Ethan whispers, his breath warm against my neck.
“I love you too, Ethan,” I reply, my voice thick with emotion as I wipe the sweat from my body.
We lay there for a while, our bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace. I feel a sense of peace and contentment that I haven’t felt in a long time.
“Ethan, we can’t tell anyone about this,” I say, my voice serious. “We have to keep it between us. It’s not right what we did. But I won’t regret it, and I hope you don’t either.”
He nods, his eyes filled with understanding. “I won’t tell anyone, Mom. I promise. And I won’t regret it either. That was the most incredible experience of my life.”
We lay there for a while longer, our bodies slowly cooling down. I feel a sense of regret and guilt, but I also feel a sense of love and connection with my son. I know we’ve shared something special, and I hope we can find a way to move forward together.
As the night goes on, we eventually drift off to sleep, wrapped up in each other’s arms. I know we have a long road ahead of us, but for now, I’m content to be with my son, to feel his warmth and love beside me.
I don’t know the future, but I know one thing. I’ll always love my son, no matter what. And I hope he feels the same way about me.
As we lay there, I can’t help but think about the future. Will we be able to move past this and maintain a healthy relationship? Only time will tell. But for now, I’m content to be with my son, to feel his warmth and love beside me.
As the night goes on, I drift off to sleep, wrapped up in Ethan’s arms. I know we have a long road ahead of us, but for now, I’m content to just be with my son, to feel his warmth and love beside me. I hope that in the days and weeks to come, we can find a way to move forward together to build a stronger and more loving relationship.
I woke up the next morning to my son in the middle of having sex with me. He was on top of me, “Morning ugh mom,” he said as he pumped in and out of me. He was squeezing my tits as he slid in and out.
“Ugh… Mmmmm… Yes, Morning, honey,” I reply, feeling a mix of surprise and pleasure as he continues fucking me. I wrap my legs around his waist and arch my back, meeting his thrusts with eager ones of my own. “I see you couldn’t wait to continue where we left off.”
Ethan smirks, his hips moving faster as he slides in and out of me. “I couldn’t help it, Mom. You feel too fucking good.”
The bed springs creak as we move together, our bodies slick with sweat. I run my fingers through Ethan’s hair, pulling him down for a deep kiss. I can feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, and I know I’m lost in this moment of passion.
Ethan breaks the kiss, his eyes blazing with desire as he looks down at me. “I want you, Mom. I don’t want to just fuck you. I want to make love to you.”
Ethan slows down, his thrusts becoming gentle and loving as he moves inside me. I can feel our deep connection, a bond that goes beyond family into something more profound. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close as we move together in perfect harmony.
As we reach our climax, I can feel the waves of pleasure spreading through my body. Ethan collapses onto me, his breath warm against my neck as he whispers, “I love you, Mom. I always have.”
I smile, my heart swelling with emotion. “I love you too, Ethan. I always have.”
We lay there, our bodies entwined in a post-coital embrace. I can feel a sense of contentment, peace, love, and connection beyond words. I know that we have a lot to work through, a lot of healing to do. But for now, I’m content to just be with my son, to feel his warmth and love beside me.
As the day went on, we began to tackle the issues between us. We talk openly and honestly, sharing our fears and concerns. It’s not easy, and there are moments of pain and anger. But we’re committed to working through it and building a more robust and healthier relationship.
