Abigail stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, scrutinising her reflections with a mix of dissatisfaction and lingering vanity. At 40, her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves to her shoulders, framing a face with sharp blue eyes that sparkled like polished sapphires. She was petite, just 5 feet 1 inch, which made her 32C breasts seem even more pronounced, firm and perky despite the years, with nipples that hardened at the slightest chill. Her curves were subtle but enticing, hips flaring just enough to hint at the womanly figure hidden beneath her yoga pants and tank top. She sighed, tracing a finger over the faint lines on her face. Her husband, Mark, had been away for weeks again, their marriage reduced to perfunctory texts and the occasional video call. Sex had become a distant memory, leaving her body aching for touch, for passion, for something real.
Downstairs, her son Chris was in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge. At 20, he was a towering Adonis—6 feet 4 inches of solid muscle, built from years of weightlifting and sports. His brown hair was tousled, falling over green eyes that could melt hearts, and beneath his jeans, he packed a massive 9-inch cock that he’d only recently begun to appreciate fully. Chris had always been close to his mom, but with his dad away so often, he found himself noticing her in ways he knew were wrong. The way her ass swayed when she walked, the gentle swell of her breasts under her tops—it was driving him insane. He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away, but they lingered like a forbidden secret.
The week had started innocently enough, but the tension between them escalated quickly. On Monday, as they watched movies in the living room, Abigail snuggled closer under the blanket, her thigh pressing against his. Midway through the film, she shifted, her hand “accidentally” brushing his hardening cock through his pants. Chris froze, his 9-inch monster twitching with need. “Mom, what are you—?” he whispered, but she silenced him with a sly smile, her blue eyes dark with desire.
Before he could think, she leaned in, kissing him softly. It started as a peck, but soon their tongues were entangled, her hand rubbing his bulge. “Shh, baby, just let me feel you,” she murmured, freeing his cock and stroking it slowly. He groaned, his hands cupping her 32C tits through her shirt, pinching her nipples until she whimpered.
They didn’t go all the way that night, but the quickie was filthy. Abigail dropped to her knees, sucking his thick shaft into her mouth, gagging on its size as she bobbed up and down. “Fuck, Mom, your mouth is so hot,” he grunted, thrusting gently into her throat. Saliva dripped down her chin as she took him deeper, her blonde hair a mess.
When he came, she swallowed every drop, licking her lips with a wicked grin. “We can’t tell anyone, but God, I needed that cum.” They finished the movie in silence, the air thick with their secret.
By Tuesday, the barrier had crumbled. While cooking dinner, Abigail bent over to check the oven, her ass in those tight yoga pants on full display. Chris couldn’t resist; he pressed against her from behind, his powerful cock grinding into her crack. “Chris, not here,” she protested weakly, but her body betrayed her as she pushed back.
He spun her around, lifting her onto the counter, yanking down her pants to reveal her shaved, dripping pussy. “You’re so wet for me already,” he growled, sliding two fingers inside her tight hole.
She moaned loudly, her legs spreading wider. “Finger my cunt, baby. Make me cum before dinner burns.”
He obliged, pumping his fingers faster, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit until she squirted messily onto the kitchen floor. “Oh, fuck, yes! Finger-fuck me like the slut I am!” she cried, her juices coating his hand. Not wasting a second, he dropped his pants and plunged his 9-inch cock into her, pounding her against the counter.
The sound of their bodies slapping echoed in the room. “Take that big dick, Mom. Your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he said, his hands squeezing her tits as he thrust deeper.
She wrapped her legs around him, meeting his rhythm. “Pound me harder, you dirty boy. Fill me with your cum!” He did, exploding inside her with a roar, their mixed fluids dripping out as they caught their breath. They finished cooking in post-orgasmic bliss, sharing bites with knowing smiles.
Wednesday’s workout turned into a full-blown fuck session. In the garage gym, Abigail’s sports bra strained against her 32C tits, sweat making her nipples visible. As she spotted Chris on the bench press, he pulled her down for a kiss, his hands ripping off her bra to suck on her fierce nubs. “These tits are fucking perfect,” he groaned, biting and licking them until she was writhing.
They moved to the mat, where he stripped her completely, her petite body glistening. “Eat my pussy, Chris,” she demanded, spreading her legs wide. He dove in, his tongue lapping at her folds, sucking her clit until she screamed. “Yes, lick that clit! Make me cum on your face!”
But he wanted more. Flipping her over, he spanked her ass hard, leaving red marks before sliding his cock into her from behind. “Your ass is so fucking sexy, Mom. I want to fuck it next,” he teased, pounding her pussy relentlessly.
She pushed back, moaning, “Do it, baby. Stretch my ass with that huge cock.” He pulled out, lubed with her juices, and pressed into her tight arsehole. It was filthy—he grunted as he inch by inch filled her, her begging for more. “Fuck my ass, Chris! It hurts so good!” He thrust harder, his balls slapping against her, until they both came in a shuddering mess.
“Take my cum in your ass, you naughty bitch,” he growled, filling her up.
Thursday and Friday blurred into a haze of stolen moments. During their park run, they ducked into the woods for a quickie against a tree—he lifting her up and bouncing her on his cock, her tits bouncing wildly. “Your cock is ruining me, baby,” she panted, her pussy clenching around him.
Back home, they fucked in the shower, water cascading over their bodies as he bent her over and slammed into her from behind. “Wash my cock with your mouth, Mom,” he ordered, and she sucked him clean, swallowing his load with eager gulps.
Each encounter was longer and filthier, with her begging for his cum and him degrading her in the hottest ways. “You’re my personal cum dumpster,” he’d say, and she’d moan in agreement, loving every second.
By Saturday night, the storm rolled in like a portent of what was to come. Thunder boomed outside, shaking the house, and the power flickered before plunging everything into darkness. “Damn it,” Abigail muttered, fumbling for candles in the kitchen drawer. Chris helped, his large hands brushing against hers as they lit them, casting a warm, flickering glow over the room. The air was thick with rain and anticipation. “Let’s make the best of this,” she said, pouring them both glasses of wine. “Truth or dare? We used to play that when you were a kid.”
Chris grinned, his green eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “Sure, Mom. You first. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she replied, sipping her wine, feeling the alcohol loosen her inhibitions.
“What’s something you’ve always wanted to do but never have?” he asked, his voice low, probing.
Abigail hesitated, her blue eyes meeting his. “I’ve always wanted to feel desired again. Like, really desired, you know? Your dad… he doesn’t make me feel that way anymore.” She bit her lip, surprised at her honesty.
Chris swallowed hard, his cock stirring.
“Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he said boldly.
“I challenge you to reveal something you’ve observed about me that you shouldn’t,” she uttered, her voice barely audible above a whisper.
He paused, the wine making him bold. “Your body. You’re so sexy, Mom. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about it. Your eyes, your smile, your… curves.” His gaze dropped to her breasts, and she felt a flush of heat.
The game escalated quickly. “Truth or dare?” he asked, his heart racing.
“Dare,” she whispered.
Chris leaned closer, the candlelight dancing on his muscles. “I dare you to kiss me.”
Time stopped. Abigail’s mind screamed no, but her body betrayed her. She leaned in, their lips meeting softly at first, then hungrily. His mouth was warm, tasting of wine, and she melted into him, her hands gripping his broad shoulders. “Oh, God, Chris,” she moaned against his lips. “This is so wrong, but I need this.”
They stumbled to her bedroom, candles in hand, the storm raging outside. The room was dimly lit, shadows playing on the walls as they fell onto the bed. Abigail’s blonde hair fanned out on the pillows, her blue eyes wide with lust. Chris towered over her, his 6’4″ frame making her feel small and vulnerable. He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. “Fuck, Mom, you’re so hot,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “I’ve wanted those lips for so long.”
She arched her back, pressing her 32C tits against his chest. “Then take me, baby. I need your big cock inside me.” Her words were filthy, igniting something primal in him. He stripped her tank top off, revealing her bra, and tore it away, exposing her pink nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, biting gently, making her cry out. “Yes, oh fuck, yes!” His teeth grazed her sensitive skin, leaving marks as he moved to the other breast, sucking hard until she was squirming.
But he didn’t stop there. Sliding down her body, he buried his face in her pussy again, this time taking his time. “Your cunt tastes so fucking sweet, Mom,” he said, licking from her arsehole to her clit in long, slow strokes. She bucked her hips, grinding against his face.
“Eat me out, you filthy boy. Tongue-fuck my hole!” He plunged his tongue inside her, fingers rubbing her clit until she came hard, squirting onto his face. “Drink my juices, baby. Lick it all up!”
Panting, she pushed him onto his back and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep and sloppy. “Mmm, you taste so delicious,” she murmured, taking him down her throat until she gagged.
He grabbed her hair, fucking her face roughly. “Choke on that dick, Mom. You’re such a cock-hungry slut.”
After minutes of gagging and slurping, she climbed on top, lowering herself onto his massive shaft. “Oh, fuck, you’re splitting me open! It’s so big!” He thrust up, filling her completely, and they both moaned.
She rode him wildly, her tits bouncing as she slammed down on his cock. “Yes, baby, fuck me! Your cock feels so good in my cunt!”
He grabbed her ass, spanking it hard as he pounded up into her. “Take it, you naughty bitch. Tell me how much you love your son’s cock.”
“I love it! I love your giant cock pounding my pussy!”
They changed positions midway—he flipped her over for doggy style, slamming into her from behind while pulling her hair. “Your ass is begging for it,” he said, spitting on her hole and teasing it with his thumb.
She pushed back, moaning. “Finger my ass while you fuck me, Chris. Make me your anal whore!”
He did, sliding a finger into her tight ass as he continued thrusting, the dual sensation sending her over the edge. “I’m cumming again! Fill me up, baby!”
He pulled out just before exploding, shooting his load all over her back and ass, then rubbing it in like lotion. “You’re covered in my cum, Mom. So fucking hot.”
They rested briefly, but the storm fuelled their lust. Round two started with her on her side, him spooning her and sliding back in, his hand rubbing her clit as he whispered dirty things in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you all night, you dirty slut.” They went at it for hours, trying every position—her legs over his shoulders for deep penetration, him standing with her wrapped around him against the wall, even 69ing, where she sucked his cock while he ate her out.
Each scene was longer and filthier, with endless dirty talk: “Pound my gaping cunt,” she’d beg, and he’d reply:
“Take every inch, you cum-loving bitch.”
By dawn, they were exhausted, covered in sweat, cum, and each other’s fluids. As the storm faded, they lay tangled in the sheets, Abigail’s head on Chris’s chest. “We shouldn’t have done this,” she murmured, but her body betrayed her with a satisfied sigh.
“I know,” he replied, stroking her blonde hair. “But I want more. Next time dad’s away, let’s book a vacation—just us. Somewhere we can fuck like this all day without worrying.”
She looked up, her blue eyes sparkling. “A beach house? Where I can ride your cock in the waves?”
He grinned, kissing her deeply. “Absolutely. I’ll book it tomorrow.”
