After throwing everything from the basket into the machine, I remembered my son's dirty habit. Always leaving his dirty clothes on the floor instead of putting them in the basket, ready for me. Not long an 'adult', he was starting to drive me crazy. I didn't think he would ever learnt to tidy up after himself. Honestly, I couldn't wait for him to move out. I had mothered him on my own for so long that it felt like I'd lost a lot of my own life. I knew that's selfish thinking, but I'd spent my adult life looking after him and I craved my own time back. I wanted to do what I wanted, for a change. My love for my son will never change, of course I love him. It's just that he's old enough to look after himself and it was about time I started choosing myself. That was still a long way off though. It's impossible for the average teenager to move out - far too expensive. At least on his own, he would never be able to afford it. He didn't look like getting a long term girlfriend anytime soon either. He had had a lot of relationships already, but they never lasted. In fact, he'd often cheat. I thought I had taught him better than that but I just haven't been able to get it into his head.
I sighed as I made the walk up the stairs and to the landing. I went into his room and sure enough, a pile of dirty laundry greeted me as usual. I sighed again. Another typical day in the life of a single mother. I picked it up and turned to leave, just as Harry came through the door, stark naked! I couldn't help but notice his member - it was right there! I tried to look anywhere else.
"Oh shit, sorry mum. I thought you were downstairs." He apologised, but was very slow to cover up his privates with a shirt.
"I'm so sorry Harry..I was just getting your laundry." I panicked thinking, what if he thought I was there on purpose? Yes I knew he had been in the shower, but he always got dressed in the bathroom after.
Harry squeezed past me, feeling closer than was necessary but that was probably just me feeling very awkward in the situation. I picked up the aroma of the shower gel he had just used and scrambled out of the room. I went to finish the washing, but I could not stop thinking about our encounter. Even worse, I couldn't get the image of my son's penis out of my head! Guilt washed over me every time it entered my head. That brief glimpse I had, stuck frozen in my mind. All afternoon I thought about it. Worse still, I felt myself getting wet! I felt so ashamed. What sort of mother gets wet over seeing her son's cock?!
I put it down to not having been touched in years. I hadn't even masturbated in weeks. That must have been it. I just needed it anyway, so it was only natural that seeing a penis would make my mind go there. Even if it was my son's. I couldn't help but feel awkward every time I saw him that afternoon. He seemed pretty normal, but every time I looked at him, all I could see was the image of his cock..his big cock! I was furious at myself. How could I think of my son like that? What a disgusting mother! He popped out to give a friend a lift somewhere and I even considered masturbating to get it out of my system. I stopped myself. I couldn't do it. I couldn't touch myself having thought about his cock. No, I just needed to get on and forget about it.
Later that evening, we sat down to eat dinner together. I was still distracted by the thought of his member. I sat there contemplating what a horrible mother I was. I unusually drank two glasses of wine, hoping it would help. It didn't. Harry complimented my cooking, which had become pretty rare so I was pleased. There he was being a model son and there I was being an awful mother thinking about him modelling his penis! He suggested watching tv and I agreed, hoping something deep could get my mind out of the gutter.
He told me of a tv series that his friends said was great, game of thrones. I thought I'd heard of it but it sounded in depth and just what I needed. He set it up on Netflix and I laid out on the sofa. Unusually, he wanted to lay with me, complaining it was cold. He squeezed by my side and pretty much rested his head on my shoulder. Normally, I would have really appreciated the closeness but with my mind in the dark depths it had been in, it really wasn't what I wanted. We settled down to watch the show and I was soon given a shock. One of the earliest scenes was of a brother and sister fucking!
Normally during film sex scenes, I would leave them to play as it felt less awkward than acknowledging it by fast forwarding. But they were really going at it. I was struggling with the idea of reaching for the remote when I noticed the tent in his sweatpants. No sooner had my eyes become fixated on that, he shifted his head until it was partly rested on the side of my boob! I panicked as I realised my nipples were hard. Was that because of the show or because of my son's bulge?! I looked again. Fuck, it was big.
"Sorry mum, I had no idea this was in the show. Crazy huh?" Harry spoke up, not doing anything to hide his erection.
"Uhh...yes....bizarre." That was all I could stammer out in response. He seemed to be rather less awkward than I was.
"I can't believe I've got a boner over incest." Harry said, as if it was the most ordinary thing like 'how are you?'.
"Harry!!" I was shocked at his openness, despite his boner being obvious anyway. His boner, which I couldn't stop staring at.
"Relax mum, I can see you're enjoying it too." He looked at me and then to the buds from my protruding nipples, just centimetres from his face.
"Well I ...erm." I was speechless. He had caught me out.
"So you like incest then?" Harry shifted his face until his cheek rested on my nipple, turning his whole body to the side, resulting in his hard member probing my leg through his sweatpants. "I can see you checking out my cock, mum. I saw how you looked at it earlier too." He rested his hand on my thigh as he spoke.
I must have been red as a tomato as I opened my mouth but failed to respond. I didn't know what to say. I had never thought of incest before, it was so wrong. Yet he had caught me out looking at him. Was he coming onto me? My own son?
"Harry.." I started, but I trailed off with a light moan as he rubbed his cheek over my nipple. It was so wrong, but I hadn't been touched like that in years. It wasn't my fault for moaning. His hand drifted further up my inner thigh. It felt so good. How could my own son's touch feel good to me? How sick was I? I had to stop him.
"Harry, no." I said the words, but questioned if I meant them at all when I didn't push his hand away when he squeezed my upper thigh gently.
"Shhhh mum. Let this happen. Let me make you feel good." Harry sounded so certain. So sure that I would give in to him. He put his lips around my nipple through the material and pulled. I moaned and I'm sure he knew that whatever I said from then on, I wasn't going to stop him. I came to realise it myself when I let him cup my mound over my leggings.
"Ohh my god." I moaned rather than resisted like I had intended. His hand pressed my wet panties over my clit and even just that felt so intense. But my son! I couldn't do that with him. "Harry, stop. You can't touch me there."
He didn't stop. He just moved to kiss my neck. His soft lips caressed the skin on my neck and sent shivers down my spine. I bit my lip to stifle my whimpers as he rubbed his hand more firmly over my leggings. I was a hot mess and I liked it. I hated myself for it, but I wanted more. I needed more. He seemed to be an expert, circling my pussy perfectly. It felt like the first time someone had played with my pussy. His tongue flicked at my ear lobe as he slipped his hand inside my leggings and inside my panties. I squirmed as his fingers met my bare pussy. I was soaked, but it was so fucked up. Perhaps that was why I was so wet.
"Fuck, mum, you're so wet." Harry whispered in my ear, reminding me again it was his incestuous touch making me feel better than I had in his lifetime.
"We shouldn't be doing this." I uttered between my moans. It was more of a statement than a request to stop. It was an acceptance, that despite how wrong it was, I no longer cared.
"That's what makes it so fucking hot." Harry looked me in the eyes and then our lips met. I don't know what overcame me. Maybe the two and a half glasses of wine or maybe the fact I hadn't been touched in so long. Probably the passion of his kiss, which I fully devoted to. Our mouths combined as our heads twisted this way and that, quickly playing with each other's tongues. I humped back against his hand. He sensed that I was about to cum and pulled out of the kiss. "Cum for me, mum."
His words shouldn't have tipped me into orgasm haven, but they did. My arms failed as my hips went with his hand. I gripped the edge of the sofa as he continued to tease my sensitive clit. The scent of my pussy hung in the air. "You look so sexy when you cum, mum." I heard him and opened my eyes to see his proud face gleaming back at me. His hand had seemed experienced beyond his years. My brain told me to stop. That I would regret my actions after. But my body begged for more. It all clicked in my head. Me seeing him naked was deliberate. The way he lingered before covering, the moment he shuffled past overly close, and the show he had picked for us to watch. It had all been deliberate. I had fallen for it. Hard. But it didn't matter anymore. I craved my son too.
I sat up to kiss him again, letting myself go. I wanted all of him, so my hand reached down and gripped his pole. It was so solid. I could only touch it through his sweatpants for seconds before I needed them off. I yanked them down and his long dick sprung up eagerly. I had a flashback to my school days when I had experienced such a sight many times. Few were so taboo though. And few were so big. Harry smirked at me when I looked up at him. He knew it was impressive. I began to understand why the girls all went for him. I pulled his shirt over his head and kissed him hard. I worked my hands over his cock, spreading his precum over the head. He groaned into my mouth, somehow turning me on even further. I had to have him inside me. I stood up to hurriedly pull off my leggings. I paused for a moment and pulled my top over my head. My tits bulged in my bra and I smirked as he stared in awe of my cleavage.
My heart pounded relentlessly as I made the wildest decision of my life. I climbed over my son's lap and straddled his cock. I probed my soaking entrance with the tip and listened to the sensual groan from my son's lips. I sat down on his cock, releasing a cry as I did so. A cry of pleasure, of pressure being released. Also a cry of the absolute shock of what I was doing. I bobbed up and down, fucking the first few inches into me. With my arms around his neck, I was flaunting my tits in his face with every bounce. I was soon taking most of his incredible length. His cock didn't have great girth, but it really reached the depths of my pussy. I built up a rythm, moaning and writhing in his lap as my pussy got properly fucked for the first time in so many years.
"Fuck mum, you feel so good."
I could only moan back in response, so I kissed him with lust. His arms reached behind me and unclasped my bra. I twerked hard over his cock and I felt Harry thrusting back against my ass. He wanted every inch inside me. He played with my freed breasts, hands grabbing my globes and rubbing my big nipples.
"Your tits are incredible, mum."
I felt his mouth wrap around my nipple as he fondled the other in his hand. I was about to ready to cum on his cock after only a minute or two of him inside me. It was the fact he was my son, coupled with the fact I hadn't had a real cock in years. I bounced on his shaft with all the eagerness I had in my school days.
"Mommy loves your cock. Ohhh god, mommy's about to cum on your big cock." I don't know what came over me. I didn't even think about saying it. It just came out. One taste of my son inside me and I was becoming an incest slut for him. I heard him groan at my naughty words and it was too much. I sat down on him, squirming to get him as deep as possible. My body shook in climax and I made so much noise that I didn't even hear the start of Harry's response.
"Sexy when you cum, mum. I'm fucking you properly now. I need to."
I was still coming down from the high of cumming on my son's cock when he lifted me up, still inside me, and dropped me down on the couch in missionary. He took me by surprise with the swift move and wasted no time beginning to ram my pussy. My tits jiggled up and down with the strength of his thrusts and I watched the fire in my son's eyes as he stared at them. He forced a moan from my lungs with every thrust and he was soon fucking me like a maniac.
"Fuck...mommy...loves...your...big..cock...fucking...her...don't stop..baby." I could only talk between my gasps, still unsure where the dirty words were coming from. The slapping sound of his balls against me were perfect. I didn't want it to end, but I was also desperate to see how much cum my son could produce.
"Your pussy feels fucking incredible, mom." Harry grunted with every push of the pounding he was giving me and it made me crazy. I had always loved listening to the groans of the males I allowed inside me and my own son's was even better.
Harry suddenly pulled out, but before I could even beg for him to carry on, he had flipped me over with ease. He hoisted me onto my knees in doggy and I wondered for a moment which hole he would go for. I wasn't going to stop him either way. His enthusiasm and control drove me wild. He plunged back into my soaking pussy, making me whimper once again. His cock reached so far into my pussy and I wondered for a second if he might have the biggest cock I'd taken. I lost all thoughts when Harry grabbed and pulled my hair roughly. I laughed and gasped like a sexy crazed slut as my own son used me like a whore.
"Your body is so perfect, mum. I fucking love watching you take my big dick in your beautiful pussy." Harry spanked my ass hard to match the pounding he was giving me. I was in the dimension of sex and the euphoric pleasure was all I could think about. I came again, all over his cock this time. But my son didn't let up. He saw my body squirming in his grip and only fucked me harder. Our grunts and moans were loud enough that the neighbours certainly could have listened. But all I cared about was my son's cock and his big hands holding and spanking me.
"Mmm I'm gonna cum." I heard him and immediately imagined his seed flooding me. There was no way I should let him cum inside me. But I did. Neither of us showed care for the risk as he pushed deep within me and flooded my fertile pussy with his sexiest grunt yet. He held my ass back against him and my hair back, still forcing me to gasp for air. The sensation of his hot cum being fired within my walls made me cum again. Harry groped my butt as I shuddered relentlessly on his shaft. He had a handle on me at both ends and remained in control. In control of his own mother's body.
And I loved it. I knew then that that was just the start. He had seduced me and given me a taste of what he could do. I wanted more. He had turned me into his personal slut.
