I rubbed my brow, trying to ease the ache behind my eyes. Another day of lockdown had passed, leaving me increasingly jacked up as I sat just in my grey boxers. My girlfriend Claire and I hadn’t seen each other in weeks, and my frustration was building. I missed her, sure, but also the bed sports, ya know?
Just as I was contemplating some self-love, Mum walked into the living room. She clutched a yoga mat to her chest, her eyes darting warily to mine. I couldn’t help but notice the stretch marks around her breasts, an atypical view given our relationship dynamics. She looked… different today, somehow.
“Hey, Mum,” I called out, trying to sound casual as my mind spun with inappropriate thoughts. “Going for a workout?”
“A bit of yoga, love,” she confirmed, giving a tight smile before setting the mat on the floor. She unclasped her arms and gracefully assumed a downward dog pose, her back arching and her arse peeking out at me. The black yoga pants hugged her curves, and I could just make out the shape of her puckered slit.
Bloody hell, why was I getting turned on? This was Mum, for crying out loud! As she moved through a series of poses, I found myself transfixed by the way her body flexed and stretched. When she transitioned into a Warrior II, her thighs parted ever so slightly, revealing a tantalising glimpse of her bare flesh.
I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the unwelcome arousal. “You look fantastic, Mum. Really toned.”
“Thanks, dear,” she panted, slightly pinkening as she adjusted her stance. “Bikram really gets you moving, doesn’t it?”
I nodded, still unable to tear my gaze away from the subtle movement of her hips. She finished the series and came up on her knees, slowly peeling off her top to reveal a sports bra hugging her ample bosom. No bra, then. Nope, not eroticising this at all.
“Fuck, I think I pulled a muscle,” Mum suddenly groaned, grabbing onto her mat for balance.
“Whereabouts?” I asked, my voice a mix of concern and, I’ll be honest, morbid curiosity.
“It’s okay, it’s… ouch… inside, my inner thigh,” she replied, wincing as she tried to straighten up.
“Come on, Mum, lie down,” I encouraged, getting up and offering my hand to help her. “Let me take a look.”
“Ah, why does it have to hurt there?” she complained, sprawling out on the carpet and lifting one leg as requested. I knelt beside her, my fingers brushing lightly against the smooth skin of her thigh as I began to massage the affected area.
For the love of god, keep it professional. Yet my knuckles kept grazing against the outlines of her pussy through the stretchy fabric of her yoga pants. She let out a breathy little whimper, and I felt an involuntary hardness press against my boxers.
“Joe, be careful where your hands… go,” Mum warned, her voice a mix of embarrassment and curiosity.
I tried to subtlety resume the massage, but my intentionality was compromised. My knuckle deliberately dragged against her crotch, probing the cleft of her pussy lips for a few tantalising seconds before continuing up the muscle.
I could feel my erection growing more pronounced, straining against the confines of my underwear. Why the hell was I getting this worked up over my own mother’s body?
“Mum, are you okay?” I murmured, my voice husky, even as my hips shifted of their own accord, seeking relief from the pressure in my pants.
“Yes, just… fuck,” she gasped, arching her back as she pressed her arse into the carpet, instinctively presenting herself to me. Her breasts, pinched up in that sports bra, gave the illusion of promising cleavage, and I found myself staring at the gathers as if spellbound.
“We should stop, honey, the pain’s gone,” Mum panted, her voice rising in pitch as she squirmed. “Ahh… it’s gone now, just a little…”
She looked so vulnerable, so on display before me, that I felt a strange mix of protectiveness and raw lust. I knew I couldn’t continue, but my fingers crept lower of their own accord, heading for the very edges of her crotch, palming the thin fabric of her yoga pants and tracing the outline of her pussy.
For a moment, Mum stilled, then let out a choked gasp. “Joe! What are you doing?”
I hesitated, my hand hovering over her slit, before I knelt back and gingerly cradled her thigh instead, massaging it gently as if to calm her down. “Sorry, Mum. Sorry, I got carried away,” I murmured, my voice gruff with guilt and arousal.
But I couldn’t stop now. My fingers crept lower, sliding into the band of her pants to reverently cup the plump mound of her cunt. Mum’s eyes flew open, and she inhaled sharply through her teeth.
“Joe, w-what are you doing?” she repeated, her voice trembling, staring at my crotch at my wet spot and the tenting of my boxers.
I offered her a sheepish grin, even as my hand continued to explore her warmth. “I couldn’t help it, Mum. You look so beautiful like this. I miss Claire so much, but… but seeing you like this… It’s affecting me. Sorry, I am a little… frustrated, if you get me, don’t be mad.”
As my fingers delved deeper, I felt the slick heat of her arousal seeping through the fabric. Mum’s eyelids fluttered closed, and a soft whimper escaped her parted lips. I could smell the heady scent of her desire, mixing with the musk of my own need. My cock throbbed in time with my racing heart, straining against the confines of my boxers.
“Joe,” Mum breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. “Oh god, I suppose we could help each other out… Mmmm, you better not tell anyone.”
I lifted her legs and pushed them up to her chest. I reached for the hem of her yoga pants and pulled them down with her knickers. Just enough for her pussy to be exposed, which omg looked so good. She held on to her legs as I pulled my boxers down and eagerly positioned my hard mushroom purple head at her slit. I slid it up and down before sinking inside of her.
She put her hand over her face as my body went up and down on her; her tits jiggled as my cock slid in and out of her pussy.
“Ahhh I can’t believe… I am letting my son…. ahhhh fuck me,” she moaned, and I held her down with my hands on the back of her legs. As I pumped her with cock.
Mum’s moans filled the room as I fucked her with growing intensity, my hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. The taboo ecstasy of it all sent shockwaves through my spine, making my cock swell even thicker inside her.
“Joe, yes, yes, just like that,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pistoned in and out of her.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, that my own mother was spreading her legs for me as eagerly as my girlfriend used to. The forbidden thrill made my head spin, along with the slick, pulsing heat of her cunt milking my cock.
“Mum, you’re so tight,” I grunted, my balls slapping against her ass with each savage thrust. “Your pussy feels so damn good, I wanna see your tits.”
With a low growl of desire, Mum arched her back, lifting her chest towards me as if offering herself up on a bloody altar. I tore my gaze from herFuck, that’s a view! Twitching, plump nipples to grope at her heaving breasts, roughly pinching and rolling her stiff peaks between my fingers.
“Mmmmm, yes, just like that, Joe,” she moaned, her hips bucking wildly to meet my ruthless thrusts now. Her pussy lubricated my cock perfectly, like a tight, wet velvet fist squeezing me with every plunge. “Goddamn, I needed this, needed you, needed… ah… ohhhhFuck!”
At that intimate expletive, my dick throb inside her, swelling even more, the moisture dripping down to her thighs. I leaned down to capture one of those rosy, A-cupped tits in my mouth, sucking greedily at the nipple as I pounded her pussy mercilessly, the pleasure mixing into a heady cocktail of guilt, arousal and lust.
“Mmmff… Jesus, Mum… your tits taste… fuck, I’m gonna come,” I gasped, sucking harder at the nipple pinched between my teeth, my dick throbbing in her slick, quivering cunt. The sensation of her walls rippling around me pushed me over the edge.
With a strangled groan, I emptied myself inside her with a series of sharp, twitching thrusts, my seed pooling in that secret place where her thighs met. Mum’s climax hit her a heartbeat after, her inner muscles clamping down on my spurting cock while a torrent of her own arousal flooded my balls, drenching us both.
For a moment, we lay there, panting and shivering in the aftermath of our forbidden coupling. Claire was gone, and now so was Mum’s innocence. I knew this was a line that could never be uncrossed, that the damage was done, irrevocably.
I gently pulled out of her and sat back on my heels, watching as Mum awkwardly tugged her pants back up and shuffled towards the bathroom. In the door’s reflection, I caught a glimpse of the electrifying hunger in her gaze, the unspoken admission that this taboo encounter had awakened a primal desire within both of us.
We were on a path that neither of us could quit, a dangerous dance with pleasure and impunity. And I wasn’t sure whether I was running towards the heat of the moment or away from the seeping dissolution of our family’s rules and boundaries.