My son came inside me without knowing he was fucking his mother.
This is the beginning of my story with my son. And more than a mother-son story, it is perhaps more a story of discovery, of a mother discovering her body and her desires, however forbidden and reprehensible they may be in society.
It all started about a year ago when I was preparing to welcome my son home for New Year's Eve. He was studying in another city and was coming home for the holidays and the end of the year.
But this time, unlike last year, he came alone. And judging by his expression, he must have broken up with his girlfriend. Deep down, I was even relieved, because I have to admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. I think my son was too handsome for her. Well, I suppose every mother thinks that about her son, right?
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And when I found out she'd actually broken up with him, it only confirmed my resentment towards her. But what a time for a girlfriend to break up with him! And I was ready to do anything to cheer him up. The only problem was that, since he didn't have much else to do, he was going to be spending the night with some boring old men.
I had spent the last week preparing everything: drinks, food, cleaning the house, getting everything ready for his arrival. And although I had always given him complete freedom, I now felt responsible for giving him a celebratory evening.
But to my surprise, no sooner had he left to meet some friends than he returned home and was already with another girl. I guess that shouldn't be a problem.
For a 20-year-old boy with a well-trained body, even on New Year's Eve.
By this time, the party was in full swing. The house was packed; there must have been forty people there. Everyone was drinking, laughing, and having a great time, including my son and his likely new girlfriend.
The two of them were drinking while making out in a corner, which filled me with uncontrollable jealousy. I don't know why. Maybe I imagined I had him all to myself that evening. And I think that's why I ended up drinking a little too much.
Late in the morning, after a long celebration in which my room was full of my young nephews and my pregnant sister-in-law, I went to sleep in the next room. It was quiet, and in one of the single beds lay my son and his friend, fast asleep.
I don't know what time it was, but it was the middle of the morning. And for a moment, the beam of light from the hallway woke me, still half asleep. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I thought it was my husband, who had collapsed on the couch and maybe wanted to make out a little.
Suddenly I felt the bed shake and the weight descend upon me, while hands fondled my breasts and moved down my body until they reached between my legs. Then he lifted my nightgown and pulled my panties aside.
But when he thrust his penis inside me and I felt completely filled as he pounded and penetrated me, something was wrong. Only then did I realize how large the penis inside me was.
Another strange thing was his firm buttocks, which I held and which pressed against my body. I also had a wonderful orgasm, the likes of which I hadn't had in a long time. And not yet satisfied, while he was fucking me, he sucked on my breast, licked my nipple, and played with it with his tongue.
Then he began to sigh heavily. And at that moment, my nails dug into his ass, driving his cock deep inside me. Then, with one final thrust, he entered my pussy and placed his mouth on mine, sucking on my throat and simultaneously filling my vaginal canal with his warm sperm.
And as soon as he came inside me, collapsed beside me, and fell asleep, I heard those words and froze completely. "That was incredible, Pati!"
I was still lying in bed, unable to move a single muscle in my body. If I remember correctly, when my son came home that evening, he came into the kitchen to introduce me to his friend. And with this smile on his face, he made me blush: "And this hot chick here is my mom!" Then he introduced us: "Mom, this is Patricia!"
Oh my God! His body was still on top of me, his mouth was full of my lipstick, and one of his hands was on my breast. My son was sleeping like an angel... after he'd fucked me... and after he'd come inside me!
I think the light in the hallway was on when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. And when he came back, he must have gotten into the wrong bed. But that didn't seem to matter at all anymore. I'd already come countless times with his cock inside me, I'd already felt his tongue in my mouth... and his semen was running down my face between my legs, soaking my panties.
With one hand still on her bottom, I felt her heartbeat, the closeness of her body, and her warm breath filling my senses.
I could have jumped up in horror, pushed him out of bed, or simply screamed and woken up the whole house – and I can't imagine what a scandal that would have been!
But suddenly I felt something strange wash over me, a heat, a longing that filled me with a pleasure I had never known before. And with his mouth so close, just centimeters from mine, I did the most unthinkable thing, something no mother would ever do in such a situation…
I opened my lips, stuck out my tongue… wanting to taste his mouth again, still with the taste of our kiss. He was still asleep in his untouched sleep, and I still had my hand on his bottom, just as I had slept beside him.
I must have had all sorts of incestuous dreams that night. All the dreams no mother should have about her child. But none were as real as the one I had lying awake with my son in that narrow single bed.
And whatever that feeling was, I knew only one thing: I wanted more of what I had tasted for the first time that night... no matter how wrong it was, I just wanted that huge cock inside me again. And I was ready to do anything for it!
