***All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This is a fantasy and not a real story. It includes strong themes of incest, romance, BDSM, male domination, female humiliation and water sports. If you're not comfortable, please stop reading.***
**********Tommy's POV**********
The Morning After // Regret
Last night my life changed forever. I had sex with my own mother. I finally did it. The woman of my dreams, I fucked her and how! It took a lot of convincing to get over her initial reluctance but she finally caved in. I realized Mom was just as horny as I was and needed a man in her life. She had succumbed to her desires, my desires and pressure. What took me by surprise, was the fact that Mom wanted me to be rough with her and slap her while I was brutally deepthroating her. I'd been with a few girls but none could even take my full cock in their mouth, let alone being rough. I guess I'm my mother's son since I like extreme, rough, hardcore sex. It was natural that our love-making styles complemented each other. I came from her body after all. She literally birthed me.
I was awoken from my slumber with the faint rays of sunlight emanating through the curtains. I was in Mom's bed. I was where my Dad once slept. This was the first day that Mom had him rest in the guest bedroom downstairs, upon my insistence and I took his place. Literally and figuratively, I was now the man of the house. As my eyes opened, I looked at the clock and it read 7am. I turned to my right to a naked woman sleeping next to me. Her hair was rough and sticky, she had her back turned to me. I slowly peeled the blanket off from her and observed her beautiful skin shining in the morning light. I could see the pores of her skin, the little folds of thickness under the wings of her back. My mother, Jessica, had a gorgeous body. I pulled the sheets off her until it rested by her pelvis and I got a full view of her sexy back.
My morning wood was in full strength. I could hear Mom breathing gently and realized she was still asleep. I didn't want to wake her up but I was so damn horny. I shuffled down and got on my knees then brought my tongue out to lick my mother's back. Starting from her tail-bone, slowly sliding my tongue along her spine up to her left shoulder. Gosh, I loved tasting her skin. It was salty and foul with dried sweat from our intense sexual intercourse last night. I could now see my warm drool shining on her glowing skin. Mom didn't react to my soft tongue tasting her back.
I put my mouth on her left shoulder again to notice a couple of hickeys on the underside of her neck just above her collarbone. These were marks of passion and love that I may have placed on her. As soon as I kissed and sucked the love-bite on her neck again, Mom reacted and in a quick shudder gave out a moan.
Jessica: mmmmmhmmm...
Tommy: Good morning, Mom.
As soon as I said that, she sprang up on the bed, pushing me back a bit. She was startled. Her eyes darted all over eventually landing on me kneeling on her bed caressing my large dick in my hands. I could tell she was confused.
Jessica: Oh my God! Tommy!....I .....I...We really did it?
Tommy: Yes, Mom.
Jessica: oh my god, oh my god oh my god! What did I do??!!?!?!!
Mom curled up with her knees pulled into her torso, trying to cover herself with the sheets, and had her hands cover her face. I was so confused, I didn't know what to say, but I just watched her.
Jessica: Oh my god. I really did it? We had sex....it wasn't a dream?!
Tommy: Yeah Mom. It's okay...calm down...
Jessica: HOW CAN I?! This is so bad. I'm a terrible person. What woman has sex with her own son??!!!! What the fuck did I do?!
Tommy: Mom...chill out...calm down...You wanted it, you needed it. And I did too.
Jessica: No! This is...I'm a terrible mother..I don't know why I.....I think in the moment it felt right...Now it's just...the thought of it, is so weird. It's incest. It's taboo. This is so wrong...It's forbidden. Having sex with my own son?! What was I thinking..
Tommy: Mom...Listen...we both wanted it. And you said it yourself, you love me...
Jessica: Of course I love you, dummy. You're my son.
Tommy: Then what's the problem?
Jessica: That's the problem, you're my son!
Tommy: That's what was turning you on last night.
Jessica: No it wasn't.....Or... I don't know, maybe it was.... It's just still a lot to think and take in. I guess, I just got carried away in the moment. I don't know what I was doing. Gosh! How can I??!
Tommy: Mom, it's not just last night. We both wanted this for a long time. You need a man to satisfy your womanly urges. You wanted to join dating apps, while still being married. Isn't that wrong? While I'm...well you know my problem...
I pointed down to my penis and she looked at it too. I could see a glimmer in her eyes as soon as her eyes landed on my penis. Mom was in denial and felt some regret, which was disappointing. I knew she wanted this as much as I did. But she was still conflicted. This angered me a little and I didn't know how to react. I wanted her, I wanted her to be my woman. I wanted to fuck her that morning, again. I was so horny and my dick was hard.
Jessica: Tommy, but I shouldn't be....
Tommy: You are the solution to my problem, and I'm the solution to yours Mom. There's nothing wrong, we're both adults and we consented to it. Do you regret it now?
Jessica: I don't know honey...of course I regret fucking my own son. I just...
Tommy: Well, if you regret it so much, then I guess we shouldn't do it again. It was a mistake.
She could tell, I was angry. I got off the bed, still naked with my dick dangling between my thighs and walked out the door. I was pissed. I thought Mom and I had something special. A rare, beautiful relationship. Last night she was begging me to fuck her and slap her and playing with my cum. I don't know what changed in her this morning.
Jessica: Honey...
I ignored her cries and pleas and went to my bedroom to jerk off to some pictures of her I snapped on my phone last night. I wanked off for a while but the interaction with Mom this morning had dampened my sexual urges a little. My cock was so hard I needed it to cum. But I just couldn't put my mind to it and ended up edging myself and gave up.
**********Jessica's POV**********
The Chase
The realization that I had sex with my son was too overwhelming first thing in the morning. I couldn't fathom the fact that I did it. I know I wanted it. I consented, I was just so horny. And with everything going in my life it was a nice escape to be with a man, to be taken and led by a man. The only regret was that this man was my own damn son. My little boy I birthed only 18 years ago. He was only a child and now he's a big man. He's all grown up to be the man of the house. That's when the realization hit me. We talked about this, he's all I have and I'm all he has.
Our conversation was coming back to me. His love, his devotion, our relationship, my needs, his needs, this was the solution. We wanted each other. I picked up my phone and deleted Tinder. I didn't need it. The realization of the relationship, I, as a woman was to have with the new Man of the house easily took over any feeling of guilt and regret.
I moved on to the bathroom to relieve myself. Sitting back on my toilet seat, visions of the night before flashed before my eyes. I blew him off. I took his dick in my mouth. I asked my son to slap me. I wanted this. I wanted to feel the pain. I was a submissive. I am a submissive. I finished peeing and stood in front of the mirror to observe myself. My body showed marks of our passionate lovemaking. There were hickeys, lovebites, bruises all over me. I could see the residual dried sticky cum on my belly. That was the life-making juice from my son's balls. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, tried to brush my hair, only to realize how sticky and scraggly my hair had gotten, thanks to my son's cum.
I had a long hot shower washing off the dried semen from my son's penis from my body. The shower helped clear up some of my thoughts too. Visions of Tommy leaving my bedroom angrily came to my mind and now I regretted disappointing him. He was only a teenager afterall with hormones running wild. Who am I kidding? I was horny as fuck most of the time too. Just not as much as my teenage son. Reflecting back, last night was the best, most peaceful sleep I had in months. Definitely the best night since my husband's accident.
Oh my gosh, that reminded me. Lost in the complexity of my relationship with my son, I had totally forgotten about my quadriplegic husband who needed my help. I had to head downstairs and change his catheter, get him situated, and make his breakfast, clean after him. This was a full time task. I lost track of time and it was now almost 8am. I didn't bother to put on my clothes and wrapped the towel around my body to start my chores around my disabled husband. The towel just wrapped around my chest, not showing much cleavage and reached down just a few inches under my butt.
I didn't see Tommy around as I walked past the hallway, kitchen and into the guest bedroom downstairs where my husband was. I figured he was in his bedroom. But I was in for a surprise. As I entered the guest bedroom, I saw Tommy had already replaced his father's catheter and was cleaning him up. Just watching him do that made me tear up a little. I realized how much Tommy had grown up. He wanted to make my life easier, better. He was helping me around as much as he could. I just stood at the door watching him take care of his quadriplegic father. My hair was still wet sticking to my naked shoulders. I noticed Tommy was still topless, only wearing his boxers.
He glanced at me briefly before looking up at me again to check me out from head to toe. Tommy was clearly excited to see me half wet, wearing just a towel. He had a frown on his face, but the tent his boxer's made said the rest. I approached him.
Jessica: Thank you Tommy....I'll take it from here.
I tried to take the wet cloth from his hand, but he kinda brushed me away. I could sense he was still upset.
Jessica: Tommy....You don't have to....I'll manage.
He remained silent. And the silence was killing me. I wanted my son back. I wanted my baby boy back. I wanted the man who I dearly loved back.
Jessica: Tommy, I understand you're upset. You don't have to do this. And thank you for helping me with your father, but I'll take care of it from here.
I tried to pull the cloth that was drying his father's torso now, off from his hand. Bending down, Tommy's elbow touched my belly over the bath towel I had wrapped around me. Tommy was trying his best not to look at me or talk to me. But I knew he wanted to.
Jessica: Tommy, please. I'm sorry, okay? We can talk about it later. Now, let me take care of your father. I appreciate your help.
He was still resisting and we were now literally pulling the dirty cloth from either ends. I was no match to his strength and he successfully pulled it off from my hands. But in the tug of war, my towel had come loose and had slipped off slightly from over my chest. The protrusion of my breasts was making it difficult for the towel to stay wrapped on. Besides, my bending down had exposed part of my belly from between the ends of the towel. Tommy did notice that and now was staring at the hickeys he left on my neck and shoulder last night.
I was now mad at him. I didn't want him to do this, taking care of his father. This was my job. I appreciated him helping me, but it was enough.
Jessica: Tommy, stop this. You're being unreasonable. (I said, in a stern voice)
Tommy: (Angrily) I'm being unreasonable? After everything we talked about last night, and after everything I'm trying to do for you. Be here for you. You have to remember, you're not the only one who lost a husband that day. I lost my father too.
Jessica: Tommy, your father's right here. He's alive.
Tommy: Is he? He's as good as a vegetable. He's not functioning. So now, I'm the man of the house.
Jessica: That you are Tommy. And you're right. I said I'm sorry. Just calm down, please. I'm bound to feel some regret after what we did.
Tommy: But Why?
Jessica: Because....you're my son. No mother has sex with..(I paused, looked over at Brian)...Gosh, I don't want to talk about this in front of your father. Can we please talk about this later?
Tommy: No! It's not like he can hear us anyway. He's practically brain dead.
