Mother's Confusion

This is a story of fiction. I do not approve of the behaviors in this story. Its sole purpose is entertainment. All characters are older than 18.

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Greg and I went through our regular daily routines for the rest of the week. I was relieved that my son wanted to forget about what we had done. Although I was happy that both of us ignored it, I still had to deal with a lot of shame around it. I thought about what had happened over and over all week. I wasn't sleeping well and tried drinking myself to sleep the past two nights.

Now, it was Friday, and we had a long weekend. I desperately needed to catch up and get some rest. When I got home, I heard the shower running, and I went directly into my bedroom to change and relax. Greg came out of the bathroom and saw me sitting on the side of my bed. He came into my room dressed in a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hey, Mom. Happy Friday. Any big plans for the long weekend?"

And just like that, I was right back to being uncomfortable as I struggled to make eye contact and speak to my son. Seeing him standing there still wet from his shower and barely clothed, sent me into a tailspin. "H...H...Hey, G...Greg...Um...No...Same as always...How about you?"

I believe my son knew the uncomfortableness he was causing me at that moment. He stood there with a big smile on his face, leaning against my doorway. "Yeah, I'm going out tonight with some friends. We're going to a pub to eat and drink until we can't walk. Maybe meet some women."

I felt like he was testing me with that last part. I have been overprotective of Greg his whole life when it comes to women. This time, it was different. I felt like he was trying to see what my reaction was going to be if he mentioned being with other woman. Honestly, I felt hurt by his comment. Even though we were trying to forget last weekend's events, I couldn't forget how he made me feel in the moments of last weekend. I know we needed to move on and never repeat what we did, but that doesn't mean it didn't have an overwhelming effect on me. "That sounds like fun, Hun...I'm glad you're getting out...I hope you have fun...Seriously...Have fun and be safe."

Greg shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ok, Mom. I will. I hope you have a good night, too."

When Greg walked away, I immediately went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and the largest glass I could find. I went to the living room and placed them on the coffee table. I walked to the front door to see if it was locked. When I turned around, I gasped as I looked into Greg's room. He was drying himself off and was completely nude. Seeing him with no clothes on stopped me dead in my tracks. Thank God he didn't know I was standing there watching him. My eyes went directly to looking at his penis. Although I had felt his penis resting against me last week, I had no idea how big he was until this moment. Even flaccid, it looked long. What was more intimidating than that was how thick it was. I instantly felt mesmerized seeing him like this. I quickly moved to the couch before he spotted me staring at him. I was flustered as I sat down. I immediately started chugging wine, hoping it would settle my thoughts. I knew I needed to forget what had happened between us, but the more I tried, the more difficult it got to get him out of my mind. I felt trapped and obsessed. Thoughts of Greg consuming me every minute of every day. The only thing that helped was drinking more than I should.

Greg came out of his room to say goodbye. He was dressed in jeans and a shirt that hugged his body, highlighting his physique. I don't know which I liked more, seeing him nude or like this. "How do I look, Mom," he asked.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "You look amazing. You are a sexy young man." As soon as the words left my lips, I felt redness forming on my cheeks.

Greg didn't waste any time on his comeback. "Sexy, huh, Mom?" Then he gave me his big, handsome smile before continuing. "So, I shouldn't have any trouble scoring tonight?"

Greg and I would often joke back and forth with each other about things like this. He would ask me for advice, and I would warn him what to look out for with women. But...Since our interaction, I have had a hard time adjusting to whether he was toying with me or legitimately looking for my input. "Y...You'll...b...b...be fine, Greg," I stuttered before changing the subject. "If you are going to be drinking, I hope you're not driving."

Greg told me, "No, none of us are driving. We're meeting there. Jessica offered to drop me off and pick me up if I plan on coming home. Aunt Becky is working the overnight shift tonight, so Jessica has her car."

Of course, Jessica offered her services to my son. Knowing that she was going to pick him up while he was drunk was not a good idea (read spinoff, Jessica and Greg). After seeing what my son was packing, I had concerns that he would ruin Jessica if he ever went further with her. "Well, I'm glad you're not driving. Please let me know if you are coming home or not. I realize you are an adult, but I still worry about you. I am still your mother. And stay away from insecure, psychotic women, please. I can't help you with stalkers. I can't fight and I only weigh a hundred pounds." Greg giggled at my response, then gave me a kiss and hug before leaving for the night.

Once the door closed, my reality set in. I was able to admit to myself that the thought of Greg being with another woman drove me insane. My main concern was Jessica. It was obvious that she was willing to give Greg anything he wanted. And Greg liked her. Maybe it was her youth, how naïve she was, or the challenge of seeing if he could get his cousin into bed. She was definitely convenient. I had the TV on all night but don't remember one thing I watched. My brain was consumed with thoughts of jealousy of whoever Greg was going to end up with tonight.

At ten thirty, it dawned on me that I had drunk a bottle of wine and wasted my night thinking about things that I couldn't do and things that were never going to happen. I realized that texting people while drunk is a big mistake, but I did it anyway because I couldn't control my behavior. I texted Greg, "Hey, I hope you're having fun. Just checking to see if you are coming home tonight?"

I grew frustrated staring at my phone for the next half hour waiting for a response. Then, at eleven, he texted me back. "Hey, Mom. Not sure yet. Why? Do you miss me? LOL"

Again, we have always had a very open back and forth relationship, but because of last week, my brain had racing thoughts. I didn't know if he was flirting with me or just being his usual, sweet, smartass self. I thought to myself, what would my response be prior to last week? "Of course I miss you, silly. I was just checking in before I went to bed."

I was not prepared for Greg's response. "So, you're not going to wait up for me? That's no fun. Or do you want me to sneak into bed with you when I get home?"

I went to the kitchen and opened a fresh bottle of wine. This conversation was not our normal interaction. I wondered how drunk my son was because his innuendo was becoming clear, and I couldn't believe we were engaging like this. I knew I needed to respond. The alcohol was controlling my thoughts. "You're a grown man. If that's what you want to do, I'm not in a position to stop you. I told you, I'm not a fighter and i weigh a hundred pounds less than you." If he wanted to play confusing games, I thought, fuck it, I can do that too. I couldn't believe what I said to him and was having a hard time breathing, waiting for his response. I wondered if I overstepped or misread Greg's comment.

While guzzling wine and staring at my phone, Greg's response finally came through. "Is that what you want me to do? For me to come home and crawl into bed with you? I don't want you to be confused about anything. We still have to live together, and I don't want you to be upset. Just trying to be clear on what we are saying. I mean, I am really drunk and don't want to misread what we're talking about. LOL!"

If there were any doubts about what was being implied, those doubts were now gone. Greg was like any other guy who has been drinking. His only concern was who he was going to get with. On the other hand, I was thinking about my vulnerability and how much I enjoyed feeling weak when my son was lying with me. My son was being clear with me without telling me what he was going to do. Again, he was toying with me. I knew I should shut this conversation down, but my brain racing was mixing with the alcohol, and I was losing the little control I had left. I responded, "Well, I'm drunk too. There are a lot of things being implied, or maybe I'm too drunk and misunderstanding things. So, I don't know what to tell you, Greg. I'll be in bed when you get home. I'm in no position to make rational decisions. We seem to be good at pretending nothing happens when there's awkwardness. Again, I'm too small, drunk, and weak to have any control over things." I reread my text ten times before hitting send. The thought of my son having his way with me was driving me insane. I was shaking and sweating from the conversation we were having. I wondered if he would actually follow through with it. I felt like I had given him enough implications and that we could pretend nothing happened like we did last week. He did not reply quickly like he usually did. I worried that I freaked him out and crossed a line with him. I texted him, "Are you still there, or did you meet someone?"

"No, Mom, I'm still here. I'm probably going to grab an Uber soon and head home. How long before you go to bed," he asked.

The fact that he wasn't going to have Jessica pick him up showed me that he had planned on doing something with her tonight. He was choosing me over her, which made me smile. I lied to him, "I'm in bed now. I drank way too much tonight, and you weren't here to help me to bed. I guess I'll see you when you get home. I'll probably be passed out, though."

"I should be home in about an hour. If you're asleep, should I just go to my room to sleep," he asked.

I was guessing, but I thought his question was a test for me. I knew my son, and he was giving me an excuse to back out. For a brief moment, I contemplated backing out. My inhibitions were too far gone to back out. My mind was racing, my heart was beating through my chest, and my sexual desires were melting me. "Again, that's up to you. I can't tell you what you should and shouldn't do. I'm no match for you. You are a full grown man. I can't stop you from doing whatever you want to do. If I could, you would have been home with me tonight."

Greg sent me a quick text telling me he'd see me in an hour. I quickly got up and managed to make my way to the bathroom. I took a quick cold shower to wake up and clean myself. The anticipation of what could potentially happen was driving me insane. I wrapped a towel around myself and barely made it to my bedroom. My legs were wobbly from all the drinking I had done. I contemplated going to bed with just the towel wrapped around me but decided it would be too obvious. I found a flimsy pair of panties and went to bed with them on topless. I laid there not knowing why I was looking forward to what I was hoping was going to happen. I couldn't believe what I was willing to do and who I wanted to do it to me.

I dozed off while waiting for Greg to get home. I was awakened when I heard Greg get into bed. I felt his hand moving around my back while I was lying on my stomach. I did not let him know I was awake. I was still spinning from the alcohol, and I could smell the alcohol emanating from him. Both of us were drunk and in bed together. There was no backing out now. As his hand moved around, my breathing became noticeably heavier. Soft moans slipped past my lips when he touched certain areas of my body. Greg must have known that he had awoken me because he asked me, "Does this feel good, Mom?"

"So good, Greg," I grunted through a deep breath.

"Are you going to stop me, Mom," he asked as his fingers dug into my lower back, right above my bum.

I was drunk and had no desire to stop my son. Keeping with our innuendo, I responded, "I can't stop you, Greg. You are too strong for me. I have no choice." I have no idea where my words came from or how my thoughts were this perverted. I thought it was my brain's way of keeping me from blaming myself for what we were doing.

As soon as the words left my lips, Greg's fingers slid into my panties. He slowly started pulling them down. I lifted my bum to make it easier for him to get them over my hips and down my legs. I was now completely naked in bed with my son. He parted my legs with his knees as he knelt between them. He then lowered his lips to the bottom of my back, lightly kissing his way up my spine. Chills ran throughout my body. If I had ever felt this sexualized before, I don't remember it. Greg knew his way around a woman's body, unlike any man I had ever been with. He had me on the brink of orgasm with touching and kissing. This experience started with the most intense feelings I had ever felt. The further up my back he went, the more contact his groin made with my bottom. At this moment, I realized he had already removed his clothes. He must have taken them off before getting into bed with me.

As Greg's lips made contact with the back of my neck, his penis slipped between my ass cheeks, and he slowly slid it up and down as his lips attacked my neck. My breathing was out of control as I whispered, "Hhmmpphh...I'm going...to cum...Greg." I don't know if it was Greg's movements or my own vulnerability, but my vagina exploded like a volcano. I had never had an orgasm like this before and was confused at how my body was so turned on without even being entered yet. I also never had a man place his penis between my ass cheeks and grind me the way my son was doing. My son had the weight of his body on me and had me pinned while holding my wrists in his hands on the bed. Again, I felt small and powerless under him. I moaned, "Greg...I'm cumming...What are you doing to me...You feel so good...This feels so good, Greg...Ahhhh...FFF...uuuccckkk," as my orgasm ripped through my body.

Before I could recover from my orgasm, Greg pulled his penis from between my cheeks as his lips started sliding back down my spine. I honestly did not know what to expect next until I felt his tongue slide down the crack of my ass. The sensations caused me to lift my bum. And when I did, Greg's tongue glided over my vaginal slit, which was still leaking juices. Greg's tongue was devouring my opening as I knelt slightly so he could pleasure me more. I had my face buried in my pillow as my son's tongue had free range to do as he wanted with me. Once again, I had never had a guy do what my son was doing. This was the most pleasurable sexual experience of my life.

Greg pulled back as he inserted one of his fingers into my vagina. He slowly pulled his finger in and out of me when I felt his tongue make contact with my anus. I screamed into my pillow, "FUCK! YOU FEEL SO GOOD! YOU ARE TORTURING ME, GREG!" Even though muffled, I knew Greg heard me because his finger picked up its pace, and his tongue pushed into my one virgin hole. I was losing control, and all I wanted was him inside of me. Not his finger or tongue, I wanted him to...fuck me. I have never wanted someone to fuck me as badly as I wanted my son to fuck me.

I pushed myself up, onto my elbows as I moaned, "Greg...Are you going...to...fuck me?"

Greg continued to move his finger in and out of me as he stopped his attack on my anus. "Is that what you want, Mom," he asked.

I knew Greg was breaking me down and wanted me to say it to him. I didn't care. I would have done anything at that moment. I wanted him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I wasn't myself. I wasn't the schoolteacher. I wasn't the responsible woman. I no longer had any dignity or self control. Most importantly, I had no moral compass. And I did not care that I was sexually compromised by my own son. "YES! That's what I want. Fuck me, Greg...Please...I want you to fuck me...Do you want me? I want you so fucking bad...Please, Greg...Stop torturing me," I begged.

Greg withdrew his finger from me and turned me over onto my back. He knelt between my legs as he bounced his penis on my mound, looking directly into my eyes. He asked, "Is this what you want, Mom?"

I was no longer intimidated. I desperately wanted him inside of me. "Yes! I want it so bad! You can have it...I want you to have it," I pleaded. Now, I wanted him to admit that this is what he wanted. "Do you want it," I asked my son.

Greg was still toying with me. He asked, "Do I want what, Mom?"

Without hesitation, I answered, "You Mom's pussy, Greg. Is that what you want? My pussy? Go ahead, you can have it. It's right there for you to take." My son had driven me to the point of no return. He didn't understand that I no longer cared. He had removed all sense of reality and dignity from me. What I wasn't expecting was Greg lowering his lips to mine. For some strange reason, I found our kiss weird and a boundary I hadn't thought about. He kissed me animalistically while I could smell my vaginal scent on his lips as our tongues attacked each other. I thought about his tongue being pushed into my anus as it was in my mouth. Again, I did not care.

When he started pushing his penis inside of me, it dawned on me why he may have decided to kiss me. To distract me from his penis stretching me to my limits. He kissed me to keep me from focusing on his girth. As he pushed further and further into me, I was losing my breath. Nothing could have prepared me for this, but I was still in complete ecstasy. I liked that he had to stretch me to accommodate him. He was not going easy on me either, his thrusts were hard and relentlessly fast. I broke our kiss to regain my ability to breathe. I tried to speak through my ragged breathing. "Fuck...Greg...You are destroying Mommy...I love you so much...keep going...Does it feel good...Do you like doing this to mommy?" Again, I felt powerless under him, and I liked feeling this way with him. The weight of his body had pinned me to the mattress, and I felt like I had no control over what he was doing to me.

Greg was breathing heavily as he told me, "You feel so good, Mom. Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you...You're so tight. Your pussy is so wet."

The more he talked, the harder he pounded me. I felt another orgasm coming as my pussy gripped my son's dick. "Yes...I wanted it...Your going to make me cum again...Make your mommy cum...Fuck me...Greg...Fuck me," I begged my son. He was hitting my sweet spot and driving me over the edge. I pleaded, "Right there...right there...Don't stop...FFFFUUUCCCKKK! Right there! I'm CUMMING! FUCK ME HARDER RIGHT THERE," I screamed as my juices unloaded on my son's dick.

Greg did not slow down while my pussy unloaded everything it had on him. Then I heard his breathing become heavier, and he started grunting. I hadn't thought about where he should cum until this moment. I was too caught up in the moment to think rationally as my son growled, "FUCK! ARG! HMMPPHH!" Greg pulled out of me quickly as his seed shot all over my stomach and breasts.

We laid side by side. Both of us were breathing heavily as my body shook from the intensity of what we had just done. I was physically and emotionally drained. After a few minutes, reality started to settle in, and my insecurities came flooding back. Did my son hate me? Did we just ruin our relationship with each other? My son barely ever heard me swear, and what came out of my mouth tonight would have been enough for him to think differently of me. Let alone the sex that we had.