This is chapter one of a series I'm writing about fantasies in which some of my favorite pornstars are mothers engaged in sexual relationships with their sons. This chapter is based on a fantasy of Stephanie Wylde. Enjoy.
I stood at the foot of the bed, looking at my mother, Stephanie. Because she had me in high school, she was still in her 20s while I went through puberty and discovered sex. Although I was now freshly 18, my only sexual experience had been internet videos. Sticking your dick in that hole looked so good; I could only imagine how it felt. My mom was the closest female body I could get. She was in her early 30s but barely looked over 25. I was jerking off to spying on her and sniffing her lingerie quite regularly. That night, something possessed me to sneak into her room.
Mom had tossed and turned to the point the covers were wrapped around her, but her pussy was exposed. She was sleeping naked. I looked at her pink hole, topped by a thick black triangle of hair the same perfect shade of black as on her head. One of her massive round tits was exposed, too; it shook a little as her chest expanded and contracted in her sleep. I took my dick out and stroked it. I had only intended to use her as a model, living softcore porn but then, I found myself crawling up on the bed and touching her pussy. It was wet, and slick. Was she having a sexy dream? Or maybe she's just always wet. My finger slid in so easily it's like there was no resistance, but I felt the subtle bumps and ridges of her walls. Her pussy. Her pleasure box.
I couldn't take it anymore. I climbed up further on my knees and put my hard cock at her entrance, then slid in to the hilt. It was amazing. Every second I moved felt like I was cumming; it was eternal orgasm inside her. I started moving faster, which increased the pleasure, which only made me want to move even faster. I had intended only to see what it felt like but now I was full on fucking my mother; sweat poured off me and the sounds of flesh on flesh mixed with the bed creaking. It wasn't any wonder that she woke up, saw me, saw my cock in her, and asked:
"Michael! What are you doing?!" At that moment I came. I flooded the love tunnel I had been born from with fresh baby butter. The after feeling was almost as good as when I was moving. I stared up at the ceiling as the endorphins wore off, then looked down to see my mother looking really pissed off. I noticed I couldn't see her right hand and then I felt the sting of the slap; her hand was moving so fast I couldn't even perceive it.
"Get out of my room you little pervert!!" I ran away, not even taking my clothes back. She was pissed. I could understand why. I hoped she could understand I couldn't help myself. I climbed into my bed and thought about the experience. I was no longer a virgin; I had felt a woman's warmth. My own mother's, but still. Breakfast in the morning was going to be awkward.
Next morning, I went downstairs to the kitchen and sat at the breakfast table. Mom had her back to me while she made coffee; she was wearing her pink fluffy robe and slippers, with her hair done up. A bowl of cereal and a glass of milk was on the table already. I sat down and poured the milk into the cereal, then started eating. Mom sat down opposite me and hugged her coffee. For a few moments, I ate my cereal in silence while mom sipped at her hot beverage. I hoped she would say nothing. Then it happened.
"We need to talk about last night." I stopped chewing, then looked at her. She didn't look angry. More neutral. Her robe exposed her cleavage, though. I could feel my member getting ready, which was not going to end well.
"Son, what you did last night was wrong. You had sex with me, without my consent. That's rape."
"I know."
"You didn't know last night. Why would you betray me like that?"
"I didn't mean to betray you. I just... had to have sex. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't."
"Sweetie, everyone teenager feels like that. But for one, you're still so young. You need to learn patience. And for two, I'm your mother. That's incest."
"It's just, you're so beautiful. I wanted to have sex with you more than anyone else."
"Well you should have asked."
"You would have said no."
"Of course I would have said no, Michael! I'm your mother! My vagina, is a one way street. You came out of it; you're never allowed to go back. It's sick and deprived and... ARE YOU HARD RIGHT NOW?!" My thin shorts betrayed me. Hearing mom even say words like sex and incest gave me a full on boner.
"Jesus Christ! You're sick! What did I do to raise you so wrong?!" She got up to leave. I stood up and grabbed her hand, then pulled. She spun around and ended pressed against my chest; I circled my arms around her and kissed her deeply, forcing my tongue in her mouth. I could hear her muffled protest as she squirmed. I pressed my hard cock against her stomach. She managed to get an arm free and started beating me over the head with slaps until I relented.
"Goddamnit! You can't do these things with your own mom! Let go of me or I'll scream!" I let go of her and she backed away. She was breathing heavily, her breasts jiggled with every exhale.
"I'm sorry, mom. I can't resist you."
"I'm going to give you a choice. You can find a girlfriend to have consensual sex with, or I can throw you out of my house. If you take advantage of me again, you'll be picking garbage on the streets. Now go take care of that fucking boner before school. In your room. Do not come into mine, again."
That night, as I was jerking off to porn, I knew it wouldn't be enough. I had felt pussy. I needed it, again. The girls I knew were all inexperienced, and had boyfriends. What else could I do? A hooker? No hooker would fuck me with my baby face, besides, I was broke. A fleshlight? I'd have to steal mom's credit card for that. Mom was my only option. I snuck into her room again. She was again tangled in the sheets, and naked. This time I got my face in close and licked her pussy to get her ready. She moaned in her sleep. Maybe that was enough for consent. Was that me or my dick talking? Before I knew it, I was inside her again and pumping away. Maybe I could be stealthy, not wake her up or cum in her. She suddenly shuddered and moaned, then opened her eyes. So much for that idea. She looked at me like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Goddamnit! Stop raping your mother!" Hearing her say rape again triggered something in me. I pounced on her and grabbed her hands, now above her in missionary, and kept pumping.
"Oh mom. Your pussy feels so amazing."
"Stop! We can't do this! It's so wrong!"
"I... can't... help... myseeelllfff cumming!!" I came inside her again. To my surprise she shuddered like she had cum, too. Then the fire got lit in her eyes.
"That's fucking it! Get out of my house you fucking pervert!" She grabbed a nearby hairdrier and started bashing me with it, then chased me downstairs and to the front door. She stood between me and the rest of the house, my back to the door. She was naked, arms akimbo like a superhero pose, with cum leaking out her pussy. I know it's fucked up but it got me hard, again. I lunged at her and bearhugged her, forcing my tongue in her mouth again before bringing her to the floor and entering her once more. I humped as fast as I could as the thrill coursed through me.
"Mom, I love you! I love your pussy!" I leaned down and took her tit in my mouth and sucked hard, she moaned. Aha. Her tits were sensitive. I pinched the other one with my other hand; this allowed her to get a hand free and start slapping me, pushing me, scratching me. She at one point got a hold of my back and gave me a deep scratch with all five nails.
"Holllllyyyyyyy FUUUUUUUCK!" I screamed as I came again. This time I pulled out and sprayed her down, from bush to tits. She lay there panting on the floor, covered in sweat and cum. I feared the retribution this time.
"Go to bed, sweetie." Really? That was it? Well can't argue a gift horse in the mouth. I did as she instructed. The next morning was Saturday. I woke up to hear her in the laundry room, next to my room. I snuck out of my room quietly and peeked. She had her black hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a white crop top and royal purple shiny booty shorts; her exercise outfit. I took this as my opportunity. I snuck up and gently embraced her from behind, kissing her neck and pinching her nipples with one hand, while the other went into her shorts and fingered her wet pussy. She said nothing and moaned, I took that as a signal and pulled down her shorts, then forced her to bend over on the washing machine. I pulled my stiff cock out and penetrated her again; she felt even better in doggy as I fucked her hard and the washing machine struggled to stay in balance. With one hand I grabbed her ponytail, the other I rubbed her milky white ass as I made sweet love to her pussy. Her moans increased in intensity until I hit my limit and I came inside her once again. She said nothing, reached down and pulled her shorts up. After a few moments of silence, she spoke.
