I never meant to eavesdrop on my mum’s phone call. It just happened as I was grabbing a snack from the kitchen. Mum was on the phone with her friend Stacey, chatting away like they always do. But then my ears perked up as I caught a bit of what Mum was saying.
“…I mean, it’s been YEARS since I’ve had any, Stace. Years! And don’t even get me started on how I could do with a nice, thick cock between my legs again…”
My face went beet red as I listened, realising Mum was talking about sex. Naked, sweaty, stuff Pornhub is made of. It was weird hearing her discuss it so openly, like it was just another topic of conversation.
She continued, “And that’s why I shaved my fanny this morning… I don’t even know why, to be honest. It’s not like anyone’s going to see it!”
My cock started to swell in my pants as she mentioned her… private area. What was wrong with me? My own mum’s dirty talk was getting me aroused. I tried to will my erection away, but it only grew harder as she kept going.
“I saw Mark’s cock once, by the way. Accidentally, of course. He was getting changed after a shower, and I just happened to be walking by the bathroom door at that exact moment. Damn, he doesn’t take after his father, I tell you that. If he wasn’t my son fuck… I know Stace, but he wasn’t hard, it was limp and long and very thick…. Stop it, Stace, he’s my son, I wouldn’t.”
My heart nearly stopped. Mum had seen my junk?! I genuinely had no idea she even knew what it looked like, let alone had a snapshot of it in her memory bank. I hoped she didn’t find it… Impressive, or whatever.
Feeling like a complete perv, I backed away from the kitchen, making sure not to be seen or heard. Once upstairs, I quietly shut my bedroom door and leaned against it, trying to process everything I just overheard.
Mum, my 45-year-old mum, had been craving sex, a cock in her pussy, for years. And she had gasped at the sight of me in all my teenage glory. I felt dirty, but also strangely sparked. Part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to have her experienced hands all over my young body, to be stuffed full of that “nice, thick cock” she so desperately desired in her mature fanny.
I got my cock out and sat on the bed as | started jerking. Trying to imagine her bare fanny as I rubbed my cock head up and down her slit, her nice soft labia. While squeezing one of her big tits. Fuck… I shouldn’t… ahhh I came hard as I cumshot across my bedroom floor. This is the quickest wank I have ever had.
Later that night, I had a hot shower and just put on a pair of jogging bottoms. I went downstairs to where Mum was in the living room. She was pouring a glass of whisky. She looked so drunk, she was in a black silk short low-neckline nightie. I have seen her in it 100 times, but this time I finally saw her as a sexy, hot woman. Her cleavage, I could faintly see just a hint of her areola.
I plopped down by the side of her as her glass shook in her hand, “Bloody careful, Mark.”
I stared down her nightie, “Sorry, mum, I haven’t said this before, but you look good in that, mum.
She chuckled, “Don’t be silly, love, this old thing.”
She took a long sip of her whisky, her eyes meeting mine briefly before drifting away. “You’re just saying that to make your mum feel better,” she said with a wry smile, though I could see the faint blush creeping up her neck.
I watched as she shifted in her seat, the silk of her nightie whispering against her skin. The low neckline dipped just enough to give me a tantalising glimpse of the soft swell of her breasts, and I couldn’t help but wonder what they would feel like in my hands.
“Seriously, Mum,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “You look really hot tonight.” She laughed again, but this time it sounded a little nervous.
“Oh, stop it, Mark. You’re making me feel all flustered.” She took another sip of her whisky and set the glass down on the table beside her.
I noticed how the alcohol seemed to have loosened her up, making her movements more fluid and relaxed than usual. Her eyes were slightly glazed over, and there was a softness to her features that I hadn’t seen before.
“I’m not kidding,” I insisted, scooting closer to her on the couch. “You’re beautiful.”
She turned to face me then, and for a moment we just stared at each other in silence.
“Mark…” she whispered as she saw me looking at her tits. “You shouldn’t say things like that to your mum.”
I saw her chest rise and fall with her breathing, the black silk of her nightie clinging to her curves as she leaned closer. The whisky on her breath mixed with something else – a sweet, feminine scent that made my cock stir again in my joggers.
I scooted even closer, my knee brushing against hers.”Why not?” I asked, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “It’s the truth.”
Her eyes widened slightly at my boldness, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she seemed to lean into our proximity, her gaze flickering from my eyes to my lips and back again.
I reached out slowly and placed my hand on her thigh through the silk of her nightie. Her skin was warm beneath the fabric, and I could feel the softness of her flesh through the thin material. I gently squeezed her thigh.
“What has gotten into you today, honey?” Mum said as she moved my hand. She looked at my crotch and saw my joggers tenting, and all she said was “Oh.”
I watched as her eyes widened, taking in the obvious bulge in my joggers. The silence between us was thick, heavy with unspoken words and desires that seemed to hang in the air like a palpable force.
Mum’s eyes lingered on the tent in my joggers for a moment too long before she finally tore her gaze away and looked back up at me.Her expression was a mix of shock, curiosity, and something else – something darker that I couldn’t quite place.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink, Mum,” I said, my voice thick with desire as I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly beneath the black silk of her nightie. “You’re seeing things.”
She licked her lips nervously, her tongue darting out to moisten them before she spoke again. “I’m not seeing things, Mark,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “You’re… you’re hard.”
The way she said it sent a jolt of electricity straight through me. I could feel my cock throbbing against the fabric of my joggers, aching for release.
“Maybe it’s because you look so fucking sexy tonight,” I replied honestly, my hand finding its way back to her thigh this time. She didn’t stop me.
Mum’s breath hitched as my fingers traced circles on the soft skin just above her knee. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second before opening again, filled with a hunger that matched my own.
“I shouldn’t be feeling this way,” she murmured, but made no move to push me away. Instead, she shifted slightly on the couch, parting her legs just enough to give me better access.
“I heard you on the phone today. Is it true?” My heart raced as I continued to raise my hand under the hem of her nightie as I rubbed between her legs. Rubbing the material of her knickers into her pussy. “I… I can give your shaven fanny some cock if you want.”
My fingers pressed firmly against the damp material of her panties, and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Mum gasped, her back arching slightly as I began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. Her eyes were half-closed now, her lips parted in a silent moan.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her hand coming to rest on my wrist but not pushing me away. Instead, her fingers curled around my arm, holding me there.”Are… ahh… are you really trying to fuck me? I… I am your mother. Hang on, I’ll take my knickers off.”
As she put her hands up her nightie, she dragged her knickers down her legs. She dropped them to the floor and lay down as I pulled my hard cock out of my joggers. I climbed on top of her.
My cock pressed against her soft, warm thighs as I positioned myself between her legs. Mum’s eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement, her chest heaving beneath the black silk nightie. I could see her hard nipples pressing against the fabric, begging to be touched.
“Please be gentle,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s been… It’s been a long time.”
I nodded, unable to speak as I guided my cock to her entrance. She was wet – soaking wet – and I could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. As I began to push inside, Mum gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Oh God, you’re so big,” she moaned as I slowly filled her up. “So much bigger than your father ever was.”
I groaned at the feeling of being inside my own mother. The tightness of her pussy wrapped around my cock felt incredible – better than anything I’d ever experienced before. Once I was fully inside, I began to move slowly, grinding my hips against hers.
Mum’s head fell back against the couch cushions as she moaned softly, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper inside. The silk of her nightie rustled with our movements, and I could see glimpses of her creamy breasts as it shifted.
“Does it feel good?” I asked breathlessly as I picked up the pace, my balls slapped against her.
“Oh God, yes,” Mum moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “It feels amazing, baby. So good. You…. you keep looking… ahhh at… at my tits… d-do you wanna see them.”
I nodded eagerly, my cock throbbing inside her. “Yes, Mum, please. I want to see them.”
She reached for the neckline of her silk nightie and slowly pulled it down, revealing her full, heavy breasts with dark pink nipples that were already hard from our passion. My eyes drank in the sight of them, round and perfect with just a hint of sagging that made them even more real and desirable.
I leaned down to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently while I continued to fuck her slowly. Mum moaned loudly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she held me to her breast. The taste of her skin was sweet and salty, and I could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the musk of our sex.
“Harder,” she gasped, pushing my head closer to her chest. “Suck them harder.”
I obeyed, taking more of her breast into my mouth and sucking vigorously while my hips began to move faster inside her. She cried out in pleasure, bucking against me as I ravaged her tits. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, digging her nails into my back. “Fuck your mum’s tight pussy like you mean it.”
Her dirty talk sent a shockwave through me, and I began pounding into her with all my strength. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room along with our moans and gasps. “Your pussy feels so good around my cock,” I growled against her neck as I nuzzled into it.
“I know,” she panted. “It’s been so long since I’ve been properly fucked.”
I thrust deeper into her, my cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her moans grew louder, more desperate as I fucked her harder and faster. The couch creaked beneath our weight, the sound mixing with our heavy breathing and the wet slapping of flesh against flesh.
“Oh God, Mark,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. “You’re going to make me cum.”
I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock, tightening with each thrust.”Cum for me, Mum,” I whispered against her ear, my voice thick with lust. “Cum all over my cock.”
She nodded frantically, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me.”Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck your mum’s pussy!”
Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I began to fuck her even harder, my hips moving like a piston as I drove myself into her again and again. The pressure was building inside me, a familiar tingling sensation spreading from my balls up through my cock.
“Oh God,” she cried out suddenly, her body convulsing beneath mine as she came. Her pussy clenched around my cock rhythmically, milking it as waves of pleasure washed over her.
The feeling was too much for me to handle. With a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside me, I buried myself balls-deep in her pussy and exploded. My cum shot out in hot spurts, filling her up completely as we both rode out our orgasms together.
When we finally collapsed onto the couch together, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, Mum looked up at me with a mixture of satisfaction and surprise on her face. “That… that was amazing,” she whispered breathlessly. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
I smiled down at her before leaning in to kiss her softly on the lips. “We can do it again whenever you want,” I promised.
She returned the kiss before pulling away slightly to look at me seriously. “This has to be our little secret,” she said quietly. “No one can ever know what happened here tonight.”
I nodded, understanding the gravity of what we’d just done.”Our little secret,”I agreed, my voice still thick with lust and satisfaction.
Mum ran her fingers through my hair, a tender gesture that seemed almost maternal despite what we’d just shared.
“You’re growing up so fast,” she murmured, her eyes soft as she looked at me. “It’s hard to believe you’re old enough to… do that.” I grinned, feeling a rush of power at the knowledge that I’d been able to satisfy my mother’s sexual needs so completely.
“I’m not just old enough, Mum,” I said with a wink. “I’m better than anyone else could be.” She laughed softly, the sound musical in the quiet room.
“Don’t get too cocky there, young man,” she teased, though there was no real heat behind her words. Instead, she seemed to be savouring the moment – the intimacy of our post-coital embrace on the couch where we’d just fucked like animals.
Her silk nightie was rumpled now, one breast still exposed to my gaze. I reached out and traced a finger around her nipple, watching as it hardened under my touch.
“Again?” she asked, though her tone suggested she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.
“I want to try something different this time,” I said as I got off her and onto my knees on the floor between her legs. My cock was already semi-hard again at the thought of going down on my own mother. “What do you have in mind?” Mum asked curiously as I gently pushed her legs further apart.
“I want to taste you properly,”I explained before leaning down and running my tongue along her inner thigh. She shivered at the sensation.
“Mark…” she whispered uncertainly as I moved closer to her pussy. “No one has ever…”
“I know,” I interrupted before gently parting her lips with my fingers and running my tongue along her slit. The taste was intoxicating – musky and sweet from our previous fucking mixed with something uniquely feminine that belonged only to Mum. She gasped loudly as I began to lick more vigorously, circling her clit before dipping inside her entrance again and again. Her hands came down to rest on my head, not pushing me away but rather holding me there as if afraid I might stop.
“Oh God,” she moaned softly as I continued eating her pussy with enthusiasm. “That feels… amazing.”I looked up at her briefly between licks, seeing how flushed she was with pleasure – how completely abandoned she appeared in this moment where our roles had been reversed and she was receiving instead of giving.”You taste so good,” I mumbled against her wet flesh before returning to my task with renewed vigour.
Mum’s breathing grew more ragged by the second until suddenly she cried out sharply – a sound that seemed torn from deep within her – and convulsed violently beneath me as another orgasm ripped through her body.
As she lay panting on the couch afterward, spent but sated once more by my ministrations between her legs (and elsewhere), Mum reached down for me without opening her eyes fully yet still managed an exhausted smile when our gazes met once more across such intimate proximity now shared between mother and son turned lovers unexpectedly tonight amidst whisky-fueled confessions overheard earlier while hiding upstairs jerking off thinking about precisely this scenario come true somehow beyond imagination possible…
“That’s twice now,” Mum finally managed after catching her breath, somewhat regained sufficiently post-orgasm bliss achieved courtesy of yours truly, apparently quite skilled, apparently despite relative inexperience compared perhaps older partners presumably experienced yet lacking certain youthful vigour evident clearly demonstrated performance-wise tonight altogether impressive considering circumstances unconventional undeniably yet thrillingly taboo nevertheless undeniably pleasurable both parties involved undoubtedly without question whatsoever…
I grinned smugly, knowing full well precisely what sort of effect I had apparently achieved upon previously unsatisfied sexual desires seemingly insatiable, suddenly awakened somehow tonight via accidental eavesdropping, leading inevitably toward inevitable physical consummation, satisfying both parties thoroughly multiple times consecutively without interruption whatsoever indeed…
“Should we go upstairs?” Mum suggested eventually when breathing returned mostly normal somewhat restored following intense physical exertion recently concluded satisfactorily evidently successful experiment exploring hitherto unexplored possibilities previously unconsidered yet now apparently realised fully actualised practically speaking indeed quite literally speaking actually…