Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex.
Disclaimer: Although the main theme of the story is the relationship between mother and son which is why it is in the incest category. It does however have other themes within it which will not be to everybody's tastes, notably group sex, non-consensual sex and drunk/drugged sex. Please do not read this story if these themes offend you.
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"What the hell!" I exclaimed, wondering what was happening. I rubbed my eyes and tried to get my brain into gear. Why was light streaming through my bedroom window when surely it was still the middle of the night?
My eyes slowly began to focus and I recognised the shapely figure of Helen, my mother, at the window opening the curtains. She looked incredibly sexy dressed in a long white T-shirt, which hung loosely over her voluptuous body and reached down to mid-thigh.
"Morning sleepyhead. Time for the birthday boy to rise and shine."
Now usually I took ages to wake up properly, frequently needing to hit the snooze button of the alarm clock a couple of times, but today I was wide awake the instant I heard my mother's voice, and felt a nervous anticipation of what might be about to happen. I still didn't really believe it but was my dream just about to come true?
"It's a big day for you today," she said smiling, her hips swaying slightly as she walked towards me. "I suppose you haven't changed your mind and you still want your special birthday present? I mean you've been asking for it now for so long."
"Yes please mom. I can't think of a better way to start the day." I said, returning her smile.
"Well I hope you enjoy it," she said, her sparkling eyes gazing down at me, "Happy twenty-first birthday darling."
She bent forward and gave me a gentle motherly kiss on the cheek, then another, and another, as if she was teasing me. Seconds later she kissed me again, but this time it felt different, much more sexual and definitely not the motherly type any more. Her lips crushed down on mine and I felt her tongue press deep into my mouth. Her breath had a lovely peppermint taste to it.
Every nerve in my body was tingling as if a bolt of electricity had passed through me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Here was my gorgeous mother giving me a wonderful deep French kiss on my birthday. What more could a young man want?
Our mouths remained locked together and I ran my hands through her hair as we continued to make out. One minute she was so deep in my mouth it felt like she was trying to push her tongue down my throat, and then the next my own tongue had been sucked into her mouth.
I was getting more and more aroused and, putting an arm around her waist, gently pulled her down on top of me.
"Whoa there Chris," she said breaking our kiss. "Remember I am your mother."
"Sorry mom," I replied, "I just couldn't resist." However I noticed she hadn't made any attempt to move away and our deep open-mouthed kissing session quickly resumed.
After a few minutes I plucked up enough courage to begin to softly caress her curvaceous body. My hand roamed gently up her back, from her hip right up to her neck and then back down to her hip again. There was still no reaction from her so I got a little more daring, allowing my hand to feel her lovely firm ass and then move up to a full round breast, cupping and squeezing her lovely soft flesh. I had just started to knead her breast little more forcibly when, much to my dismay, she pulled away and stood up.
"I-I think we've gone far enough darling," she said a little flustered, as she wiped the saliva from her mouth and lips, "I hope you enjoyed your present."
"You bet mom," I replied, "it was the best birthday present you could have given me."
"Okay, I'm going to have a shower now and then I'm off into town to do a bit of shopping. I'll probably be back around lunchtime. Do you want anything?"
"Well, I think I could just about manage another kiss." I said cheekily.
"Now, now! Don't get greedy Chris!" she smiled teasingly, and with that she left closing the door behind her.
I was grinning like the cat who got the cream, as for the last twenty minutes or so I had been passionately kissing my gorgeous mother and had also managed to explore her magnificent body. Life was good. There was only one problem, my erect prick was sticking up against the sheet like a tent pole. While I attended to that problem I remembered back to the first time I had thought about my mother in a sexual way.
It was exactly three years ago on my eighteenth birthday. It was a hot summer evening and I was lounging around in the back garden with a few friends when I heard my mother's car pull up in the driveway.
"Quick! Hide the beer." I said, "Remember it's supposed to be soft drinks only."
A few minutes later she appeared at the back door dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a tight fitting sleeveless pink top.
"Hi Donny. Hi Kevin. Hi Steve. Are you all having a nice time? Can I get anyone a drink?"
"Yes please mom, four Cokes please." I replied.
"Okay guys, back in a minute." she said and then disappeared back inside.
"Wow Chris, your mom is looking really fit today." said Donny.
"Too right!" Kevin agreed, "She's definitely a MILF! I wished my mom looked like that, she's smoking hot!"
"With her stunning body your mom could be a pornstar," Steve said before quickly correcting himself as he noticed my scowl, "Er well I mean she could be a Playboy centrefold for sure."
"Cut it out guys, that's my mom you're talking about." Before I had a chance to say anything else she returned with the drinks. As she approached I noticed that their eyes never left her luscious body.
"Here you go," she said, handing a can to each of us in turn. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm going to have to leave you guys to it as I've got some work to do. Have fun!"
My friends' gaze returned to her body, checking her ass out as she walked back to the kitchen. Just as she reached the door she glanced back and said, winking at us, "Oh and by the way, don't drink too much!"
Busted!
Then the comments started up again.
"What a hot body your mom has. I can't believe I hadn't noticed it before. I'd do anything get a feel of those tits."
"Forget her tits, I'd love to have those long legs wrapped around me as I screwed her senseless."
"God yes, I'd bang her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week!"
"Well if it was me I wouldn't want her to walk for a week. I'd be fucking her all the time, day and night."
I realised the lewd comments were fuelled by all the alcohol they were drinking, but it didn't stop me getting angry with my friends. "Okay you bastards, that's enough. Just shut the fuck up."
With that things settled down and the rest of the evening passed uneventfully.
In bed that night I thought back to what Donny, Kevin and Steve had said. I was still annoyed at them for speaking like that about my mother, but at the same time in some perverse way I felt quite proud they found her so attractive that they wanted to fuck her, even though she was a woman over twenty years their senior.
I slowly began to look at my mother in a different way, gradually realising that my friends were right, she was hot. I had plenty of opportunity to watch her as we lived alone together since my father was killed in a car crash last year. Thankfully he had been a bit of a financial wizard and the insurance pay out set my mother up for life, which meant she didn't have to go out to work and with me at the local university we spent a lot of time together around the house.
A daily run combined with twice a week gym workouts meant she kept herself in great shape with hardly any sign of any surplus fat on her fantastic body. She was about five feet seven tall, with full firm breasts, not overly large, but generous nevertheless, a nice flat stomach, wide hips, and long well-toned legs. She was a natural brunette but had recently dyed her shoulder length hair strawberry blonde, although you could still see her dark roots in places. She had lovely brown eyes, soft pouting lips, and her skin was still beautifully smooth with hardly any signs of ageing. Indeed, although she had just turned forty she could still easily pass for someone many years younger.
During the last year I found myself becoming more and more infatuated with my gorgeous mother, taking every opportunity to check out her magnificent body. I'm just amazed that she didn't catch me staring at her. Eventually just watching her wasn't enough and I started to initiate physical contact between us, as much as I dared, just subtle little things. For instance I hugged her more often, loving the feel of her fabulous breasts pressed against me, and if she was washing dishes in the kitchen I would stand next to her and put an arm around her waist as we talked. I started giving her a peck on the cheek every time I came home, something I never used to do.
Eventually two months ago it had got to the stage when I started fantasising about how it would feel to fuck my beautiful mother. I tried to imagine what it would be like to kiss her passionately, or to run my hands all over her shapely body, or maybe even the ultimate and actually bury my cock inside her. Although deep down I knew that she would never ever let me have sex with her, I wondered whether I could persuade her to do something else, maybe give me a nice long French kiss.
I knew that my mother loved me deeply and we had become very close since my father died. She totally spoilt me and as an only child I got pretty much everything I wanted. I decided to use that to try and convince her to give me the kiss as a special birthday present. So about six weeks ago my mother and I were sitting down at the kitchen table and we started chatting.
"Chris, have you decided what you want for your birthday yet?"
