Skip to content “Dan, can you come down for a sec?” my mom called from downstairs.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, texting my girlfriend. I slid the phone into my pocket and headed down.
Mom was on the couch, her legs crossed. She wore a knee-length summer dress and had just gotten home from work. She was a bank secretary and still dressed like one, neat, polished, professional and also something I didn’t like admitting, sexy.
“How’s your day been?” she asked, smiling.
My mom was only forty-two, and she looked even younger. Her legs were toned and smooth. Her dark blonde hair hadn’t lost any of its natural color, and her face had that mature, sexy look that made guys do double takes. She didn’t seem to notice how attractive she was. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care.
“Fine,” I said, shrugging. I told her a bit about my classes and mentioned the date I had planned with Julia, my girlfriend. I was twenty, in college, and glad it was finally Friday.
“Saturday’s your aunt Sofia’s thirtieth birthday. Would you like to come?” she asked.
Aunt Sofia was just as stunning as my mom. We were close as a family, so skipping something like this felt wrong.
“I’d love to, but I already promised Julia we’d do something.”
Mom smiled. “She’s invited too. We’ll drink, hang out, maybe sleep over if it runs late.”
Mom still loved to have fun, even now. She used to go out with her girlfriends once a month, though lately, she’d been slowing down.
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll ask her.”
I texted Julia, and she replied a moment later. Sounds fun. Let’s do it.
“She’s game,” I told my mom.
Her smile widened. “It’ll be a fun weekend.”
I thought so too.
*****
“Dan, come on down. We’re leaving,” my mom called from the first floor.
I grabbed my cologne, gave myself a quick spray, and headed downstairs. The second I saw her, I paused at the bottom step.
She stood by the mirror, checking her lipstick, wearing a tight red pencil dress with a slit up one thigh. She looked effortlessly beautiful, the fabric fitting her as if it had been made just for her. Her heels were tall, making her round ass stick out, and her makeup was bold: deep red lips, smoky eyes, and her hair falling in waves over her shoulders. She looked like a mix between a MILF pornstar and a goddess. If she weren’t my mother, I might’ve stared longer. Hell, I stared anyway.
“You’re gonna steal the whole party,” I said.
She turned and gave a little spin. “Too much?”
I shook my head. “No. You look… amazing.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled and grabbed her purse. “Let’s go pick up your sweetheart.”
When we pulled up in front of her house, Julia was already waiting on the porch. And my jaw almost dropped again. She was wearing a red dress too. Just as tight and just as bold. High heels, makeup done to perfection, and lips painted deep red. Her dress had a similar slit up the side, and she even had her hair styled in waves like Mom’s, and it didn’t make things better that they had the same hair color.
“Looks like someone stole my outfit,” Mom said jokingly as Julia climbed into the back seat with a grin and leaned forward between us.
“Okay, don’t freak out, but this is definitely telepathy,” Julia said, laughing. “We did not plan this.”
Mom turned in her seat. “Or we share the same taste … and a pretty damn good one.”
Julia said, “Oh, definitely. I guess I just… felt like going full-on hot tonight.”
“You nailed it,” I said, unable to stop looking at her, wondering what the hell the odds were that they’d choose the same outfit.
The music kicked on in the car as we pulled away. Something upbeat and feel-good, a playlist Mom had already queued. Julia and I talked about my aunt and the upcoming party. I leaned back, soaking in the moment. Two beautiful women, good energy, and a night that hadn’t even started yet.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the mansion. It was huge, perched on a hill with wide stone steps and glowing lights strung up around the yard. Music was already playing inside, and the front doors were wide open.
We stepped out of the car, and the mansion was even more impressive up close: tall windows glowing from the inside, music thumping low like a heartbeat, and the scent of grilled food and perfume drifting in the air.
Stone steps led up to double doors, both wide open, letting the golden light spill out onto the entryway. Laughter echoed from somewhere deeper in the house.
“Damn,” Julia whispered beside me. “This place is lit.”
“It’s my sister’s style,” Mom said with a smirk. “She always goes big for her birthdays.”
We walked in together, and people were already dancing near the speakers, others sipping cocktails by the bar that had been set up along one wall. Every guest looked dressed to impress, and I felt a bit intimidated.
Julia leaned into me, her lips brushing my ear. “Remind me to ask if your aunt throws parties more than once a year.”
I was about to answer when Mom lifted a hand and called out. “Sofia!”
Aunt Sofia turned from the bar. She wore a fitted black dress with sheer sleeves and an open back. Her skin was warm, fresh and porcelain, her curves hugged tightly by the fabric. She had dark blonde hair swept up in a twist, with a few strands framing her face, and deep red lipstick that matched her nails. Her smile lit up when she saw us.
“About time you got here,” she said, crossing the room with a glass of wine in hand. “You’re lucky the birthday girl isn’t mad yet.”
She pulled Mom into a titty-mashing hug first, peppering each other’s cheeks with kisses, then turned to me and Julia.
“And my favorite nephew, Dan,” she said, her eyes scanning me with a boldness that made my skin heat up.
“Hi, Sofia,” I said, trying not to stare at the way her dress clung to her hips.
She wasn’t shy about pulling me into a hug, just as outgoing as my mother. I stiffened in her embrace. Sofia was well-endowed in every way possible, her boobs so warm and soft against my chest. It felt as if I were melting in her arms.
“I’m always happy to see you,” she said, breaking the hug and kissing my forehead.
“Happy birthday,” I told her, making her smile.
“Thank you, darling.” Then her gaze shifted to Julia, assessing her with a playful glint. “And this is the girlfriend, I assume.”
“Julia,” she said, offering her hand. “Nice to meet you and happy birthday.”
“Likewise,” Sofia said, giving her a knowing look. “You two clean up well. Be careful, though, these parties tend to get wild after dark.”
“Noted,” Julia said, laughing.
Sofia turned back to my mom. “Drinks are flowing. Music’s good. You’re just in time. Come say hi to the girls.”
They walked off toward the kitchen, already falling into conversation.
Julia nudged me. “Your aunt is … kind of a badass.”
“Yeah,” I said. “She always has been.”
We followed them through the house, greeting more guests, who were mostly friends and relatives that I’d met earlier. I proudly introduced Julia to them all.
The party continued, drinks were flowing while we got to know each other. We had something to eat, and then some of us started dancing. I was slightly intoxicated and danced with Julia. We danced close, her body soft against mine, her laugh hot in my ear. She smelled fruity and feminine. I spun her once, clumsy from the alcohol, and she laughed harder.
A few others joined in, and then a body pressed back against me: soft, warm, and swaying to the beat. It was Julia again, grinding slowly against my front. Her hips rolled with the rhythm, and instinctively, my hands found her waist. I leaned in, lips close to her ear. “Damn, baby, you’re really into it now.”
She laughed and kept moving. I felt myself getting hard from the way her ass pressed against me, like she knew what she was doing.
But something was off.
Her hair brushed my face, and it smelled different. Her body felt a little taller and a little firmer. I blinked, and she turned around. It wasn’t Julia. It was my mother.
We both froze. Her eyes widened as she realized who had been behind her. My hands dropped instantly from her waist, and I stepped back, heart hammering.
“I thought you were—” I started.
She held up her hands. “I know … We were all in the same outfit and all.”
“Yes,” I said awkwardly.
“Let’s pretend that didn’t happen,” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear.
“Yeah,” I muttered. “For sure.”
Before either of us could say anything else, Julia returned from her bathroom break, wrapping her arm around me.
“There you are,” she said. “Do you wanna dance some more?”
I didn’t hesitate.
We danced again. This time with more awareness. Julia pressed against me like my mother had done, but now my mind was a mess of heat and confusion. I tried to lose myself in the music again, focusing only on her. She didn’t seem to notice anything strange, and I was glad for that.
After many more hours of drinking, dancing, laughing and talking, eventually, the party started winding down.
People slipped out onto the patio, others sat around talking with glasses in their hands. It was that peaceful late-night moment where everything slows down.
Aunt Sofia found me in the hallway as I came out of the kitchen.
“I’ve got a room set up for you and your girlfriend,” she said, tossing me a small key on a silver ring with a half-drunk giggle. “Top of the stairs, third door on the right.”
“Thanks,” I said, surprised but grateful.
She winked. “Go enjoy your night. You’ve earned it.”
“Where’s Mom?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t done anything embarrassing.
“I had to help her up the stairs,” Sofia said with an eyeroll. “She’s been drinking a bit too much. Don’t worry, she’s mostly fine.”
I sighed a breath of relief. It could’ve been worse. “Thanks,” I said. I glanced around but didn’t see Julia. I figured she’d gone up already. Still holding the key, I climbed the stairs, feet light from the alcohol. The hallway was quiet, the only sound the distant thump of the bass still playing below.
Third door on the right. I opened it slowly, not wanting to wake her if she was already sleeping.
The room was dim, the bed made up with purple sheets, the window cracked open to let in the warm night air. Julia was under the covers, turned away, hair spilling across the pillow.
I smiled and stepped inside. The alcohol buzzed pleasantly through my system, and after all that dancing and body rubbing, I was horny. Seeing Julia’s form beneath the sheets sent a rush of desire through me. I stripped down to my boxers, careful not to make too much noise, and slid under the covers.
She was warm as I pressed against her back, spooning her closely. My arm wrapped around her waist, and I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.
“Mmm,” she moaned as I kissed the sensitive spot below her ear.
My hand wandered over the curve of her hip, tracing patterns on her skin. I felt bolder with each passing second, my fingers dipping lower until I reached the edge of her panties. They were silky against my fingertips and, to my delight, noticeably moist.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered, slipping my hand beneath the fabric.
When my fingers found her pussy, we both let out deep moans. She was slick and ready, her body responding instantly to my touch. I pushed her underwear down her thighs while my other hand moved up to cup her breast, feeling its fullness beneath my palm.
I positioned myself behind her, lifting her leg slightly to ease my entry. The moment I pushed inside, I was overcome with relief. Finally, I could fuck again.
“Hmm,” I said. “Your pussy feels like heaven.”
“Harder,” she said, pushing back against me.
I thrust deeper, a strange thought flitting through my alcohol-clouded mind, something felt better somehow. It made me fuck her harder, thrusting my hips and sliding my cock rapidly in and out of her wet heat.
“Can we switch to missionary?” I asked, my voice husky as my cock twitched inside her sex.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I pulled out briefly, helping her turn onto her back. As she settled beneath me, the moonlight from the window fell across her face, and my world stopped.
It wasn’t Julia. It was my mother.
We froze, staring at each other in shock, my body still poised above hers, my aching cock pointing at her wet vagina I’d recently enjoyed. Horror and confusion washed over me.
“Mom? I—I’m so sorry. I thought you were Julia,” I stammered.
Instead of pushing me away, she gave an intoxicated chuckle. “I know, honey. I’m sorry too, but…” Her hand reached up to touch my face. “We might as well finish what we started.”
“We shouldn’t,” I protested weakly, but the alcohol dulled my judgment, and the heat between us hadn’t dissipated.
“Why?” she asked, reaching for my cock and stroking it, spreading her honey all over her hands. “No one will find out … And I’m also horny.”
I drew in a deep breath, wanting to come so badly. She shifted beneath me, and before I could think clearly, she guided my erection to her pink hole. The rational part of my brain shut down as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“Dan,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I kept sinking inside my mother’s pussy.
“What is it?” I said as I bottomed out inside her, the feeling was intense and taboo.
“I love the way you stretch me,” she said with her eyes closed.
“I love this too,” I said, pulling out till only the head remained and pushed back with a smack.
The alcohol numbed my conscience, silencing the voice in my head that’s screaming this was wrong. All I could focus on was the sensation, the warmth, the forbidden pleasure and Mom’s wet pussy.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice a mix of desire and reassurance. “Just this once.”
“You’re right,” I said. I pushed into her fully, watching her eyes close as she arched beneath me. Our bodies found a natural rhythm, like we’d done this before in some distant, forbidden dream. Her hands roamed my back, nails digging into my skin when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“God, Dan,” she said, wrapping her legs tighter around me.
I couldn’t speak, could barely think. The wrongness of it all somehow made it more intense, more overwhelming. Her body responded to mine like we were made for each other, and I was lost in the feeling of her around me, in the scent of her perfume mingled with sweat and musk, in the sound of her breathless moans.
I gave it to her harder as I approached the climax. Her juicy tits kept jiggling for every thrust, jumping up and down on her chest. I glanced down at her fluffy pussy, so warm, snug and wet around my most sensitive body part. I looked into her eyes, and I’d never seen her look that horny. Her cheeks were flushed, she bit her bottom lip, and she kept looking at me with her smoky eyes, begging for more.
“I’m coming, Mom,” I told her.
“Give it to me!”
I pulled out till only an inch of the tip remained, and I then thrust forward with a loud grunt. The final friction of her pussy against my cock triggered my climax, and I groaned as I kept firing my cum into her incestuous interior. Mom closed her eyes and moaned throughout my orgasm. When I came to a halt, she opened her eyes and smiled up at me.
“Did I make you feel good?” she asked.
“It felt amazing,” I admitted.
“I’m glad,” she said with a smile. “Let’s try to get some sleep. Hopefully, the sex will help with the hangover.”
I chuckled. I lay next to her, spooning. I’d just accidentally fucked my mother, but it had felt quite good, surprisingly good.
*****
Sunlight streamed through the window when I opened my eyes. My head pounded with the beginnings of a hangover, and for a moment, I was disoriented. Then the memories of last night flooded back, and I stiffened. I had fucked my mother.
Mom stirred beside me, her eyes opening slowly. She looked at me, and I expected horror, disgust and shame—but instead, she gave me a small smile and leaned forward to kiss my forehead.
“This stays between you and me,” she said softly. “No one else needs to know.”
“I promise,” I said.
“How did this happen?” she asked funnily.
I swallowed hard. “Sofia must have mixed up the keys.”
She nodded. “And I was pretty tipsy too. We both were.” Her tone was casual, as if discussing a minor mishap rather than what actually happened between us. “Although I don’t feel that hungover … Maybe your cum helped.”
“I don’t feel that bad either,” I admitted. “Maybe it’s best to get up before we get caught.”
“Good idea,” she said.
I got out of bed quickly, gathering my clothes from the floor and pulling them on. My hands shook slightly as I buttoned my shirt.
“I’ll try to find Julia,” I said, not meeting her eyes.
“Sure thing,” Mom said. “I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.”
I slipped out of the room and down the hallway, trying to look normal as I checked the other guest rooms. I found Julia in the fifth room, just beginning to stir beneath the covers. She blinked sleepily at me when I entered, her makeup smudged and hair tangled. “There you are,” she said, her voice raspy. “Where’d you sleep?”
“Just crashed in one of the empty rooms,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “This place is huge.”
We talked for a little while. I was just relieved that she didn’t know what had happened. When we were all dressed, we headed downstairs to eat with Sofia. Mom and I kept glancing at each other throughout breakfast.
Once we had time for ourselves, she looked at me with a grin. “It’s pointless trying to forget what had happened … but at least let’s try to keep it for ourselves.”
“I agree,” I said.
She pulled me in an unexpected hug, one that reminded me of last night, when I’d spooned her from behind. “I’ll always love you, Dan … like a mother first and foremost.”
“I’ll always love you too,” I said.
She broke the hug and winked. “I wouldn’t be against doing it another time. You were quite good.”
I scratched my neck. “Honestly, it felt quite good, so count me in.”
Julia and Sofia strode out with some sunscreen. “What kind of secrets are you two sharing?” Sofia said happily.
“Nothing,” Mom said, turning to me with a smile. “Right, hon?”
“Right,” I said, knowing this was the start of something hot and forbidden.
The end.
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