Skip to content With my hands in my pockets, I made my way home. I’d just been at my girlfriend’s place, my little refuge over the past few years.
I was in college, but the real hell hadn’t come from school. It came from my parents’ turbulent divorce. It had taken a massive toll on all of us, and I was just grateful I had someone to turn to. My girlfriend understood; her parents had split up when she was younger, too.
Still, I mostly felt bad for my mother.
My dad had the money and charm to move on quickly, but my mom … she’d been feeling self-conscious about her age lately. She was forty-five, and even though her youth had faded, she was still a stunning woman, easily the kind to turn heads. A natural redhead with freckles and piercing blue eyes that could stop you in your tracks.
She was also incredibly well-endowed in the chest department, though she tried to pretend it wasn’t anything special, but trust me, her cleavage made you gawk at her.
As I reached the front door, I heard something strange coming from upstairs. It sounded like heavy breathing, so labored it almost resembled someone with pneumonia.
Concerned, I rushed inside and took the stairs two at a time. When I opened the bathroom door, I froze.
My mom was lying back in the bathtub, eyes closed, and a dildo buried deep in her slick, pink pussy. Her red hair fanned out along the edge of the tub, and foamy bubbles clung to her breasts, each one tipped with a stiff, rose-colored nipple that made my cock throb instantly.
“Oh, God!” she moaned, completely unaware I was standing there, watching her, fully nude for the first time in years.
She arched her back and came hard, her body shuddering as I stood there, completely stunned by the euphoria she was experiencing.
Her body relaxed after the climax, sinking deeper into the warmth of the tub as she sighed in relief.
I should’ve looked away, but I couldn’t.
Even as her breathing steadied and the waves of pleasure ebbed, she remained breathtaking.
Her curves were soft and womanly. The kind that came from life and maturity, not filters and gym selfies. Her full breasts floated gently in the soapy water, still firm and proud, her nipples slowly losing their stiffness. Her stomach had a slight, natural softness, but her hips were wide and her long legs were crossed at the ankles.
And then, her blue eyes opened. Our gazes locked. Her lips parted in shock, and in an instant, a deep flush spread across her cheeks, all the way down her round, soapy breasts.
“James!” she gasped, trying to cover herself with a slick arm and a panicked reach for the bubbles.
“I’m sorry!” I stammered, heart racing as I stepped back. “I thought you were … I heard breathing and thought you were sick or something. I didn’t mean to.”
I shut the door quickly, sounding like an idiot. I took the walk of shame down the stairs, heat flushing my face now. I sat on the couch, covering my lap and trying to slow my heartbeat.
After what felt like forever, I heard her step out of the bathroom and then into her bedroom. Then shortly after, she descended the stairs.
I turned my head. She walked in a silky, dark red robe, the color of wine, and it clung to her curves in a way that was anything but accidental. It showed just enough of her cleavage to tease, the sash tied loosely around her waist. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel, and she looked freshly scrubbed and beautiful.
“Hey,” she said, a hint of shyness in her tone. “Sorry, I was … loud. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No, no. I should be the one apologizing. I didn’t mean to intrude. I really thought something was wrong.”
She chuckled, sitting down next to me. “No, you just … caught me in a rare moment. I haven’t done that in years.”
I blinked. “Really?”
She gave a little shrug, almost embarrassed. “After the divorce, it’s been tough. I guess I’ve just been feeling a bit frustrated lately.”
I nodded, understanding where she came from. “That’s normal. You’ve been through a lot. And honestly, I’m glad you’re taking care of yourself. You deserve to feel good.”
She looked at me, her expression a little surprised and a little touched. “It’s hard, you know? Finding someone at my age. Men don’t exactly line up for single moms pushing fifty. They want someone younger, tighter and less complicated.”
“That’s bullshit,” I said without thinking. Then added, “Sorry, but it is.”
She smiled at my bluntness. “Is it?”
“Yeah. You’re stunning. I mean, any guy would be lucky to have you.”
Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment she just stared at me. “James …” my mother said, almost uncertain. “Are you just saying that to be nice? Or do you actually mean it?”
I looked into her eyes, my voice steady despite the turmoil in my chest. “I mean it.”
She smiled with affection. “You’re such a good boy,” she said, her hand brushing my arm. “Always have been. I don’t say it enough, but I’m sorry for all the drama your father and I put you through. That wasn’t fair.”
I shook my head slowly. “You don’t have to apologize. I know you tried your best. You’ve always been strong.”
She glanced down, her expression growing more distant. “Maybe. But lately…” She sighed. “I’ve just been scared. Scared of being alone or of being forgotten. I know I sound dramatic, but it’s hard, feeling like I’m fading.”
“You’re not,” I said, inching my hips a little closer. “You’ve still got me.”
She chuckled and looked at me, her blue eyes glinting. “That’s sweet, James. But you know it’s not the same. I mean, sexual intimacy … that’s different. And we can’t be that.”
We both went quiet. I could smell the faint scent of her bath, the warm vanilla and floral undertones. My eyes drifted, just for a second, down her robe. The fabric hugged her body, drawing my attention to the generous swell of her breasts, the way the fabric dipped at her chest, and the smooth skin beneath.
She noticed. Her gaze dropped, then flicked up with a knowing look. “James … are you hard right now?”
I swallowed. I didn’t want to lie. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to happen, but seeing you like that. You were beautiful and sexy. It was hard not to react.”
Her lips parted, surprised, but not angry. “You really think so?” she asked, almost in disbelief. “Even after all this? The stretch marks, the years, the way things … hang differently?”
“You’re gorgeous. Anyone with eyes could see that. But I’m not just saying it. You’re not some has-been, Mom. You’re real. And I’d do anything to make you feel good again.”
Her expression shifted. Her fingers tightened on her robe. “Would you?” she asked, voice nearly a whisper.
“Yes.”
Her cheeks were flushed again, but it wasn’t from embarrassment this time. “Then… could you show me?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Could you show me I’m still attractive? That I can still turn someone on. That I’m … not invisible. I think it would help me. Just tonight.”
I swallowed hard when I realized what she was suggesting. “But … isn’t this wrong? I mean, you’re my…”
“Does it matter?” she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine. “It’s just us here. No one would know.”
“I guess you’re right,” I said, feeling the taboo thrill and also my mother’s wish of being desired again. My hands trembled as I reached for her. I slid my fingers down to the swell of her breasts. When I cupped them, feeling their weight and warmth through the thin fabric, it felt like I’d stepped into some impossible dream.
“Oh,” she said, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed my touch on her boobs.
Her hand found its way to my jeans, fingers tracing the outline of my erection before giving it a gentle squeeze. I nearly buckled at her touch.
“Did I do this to you?” she asked, a proud smile playing on her lips as she stroked me through the denim. “Just from seeing me?”
“God, yes,” I said. “You’re gorgeous, so hot, you have no idea.”
“Tell me more,” she whispered.
“You’re every boy’s dream. Always have been.”
Her smile widened as she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine, and they were as smooth as rose petals. They tasted so warm and sweet, like the strawberries she loved to indulge in. Her tongue slipped into my mouth as her hand continued working over my cock. I squeezed her breasts harder, feeling her nipples harden beneath the silk as we swirled our tongues together.
We rose to our feet. She untied her robe, letting it fall open. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I pulled my shirt over my head. She helped me with my jeans, sliding them down my legs along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, and she bit her lip at the sight. “God, look how big you’ve become.”
The robe fell from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. We stood naked before each other, breathing hard. Now that she was standing, her boobs looked like two symmetric bells and had a creamy white color that blended perfectly with her red hair. I gently rubbed her pussy lips, finding them hot and wet. Then she lay back on the couch, her red hair spilling across the cushions, her legs parting as a warm welcome. She beckoned me with her finger.
Climbing onto the couch, I positioned myself between her thighs, looking at her pussy. She was freshly shaved, her pussy was pink and her inner thighs porcelain white. It made her vagina stick out like a fruit among cream. The lips were so plump and symmetric, and I was about to brush the knob on them, but I hesitated.
“Should we really do this?” I asked. “This is … you know.”
She nodded, her eyes dark with need. “I know exactly what this is. And I need it, James. I need to feel wanted again.”
“I’ll make you feel wanted,” I promised her. I pushed forward slowly, entering her inch by inch. The sensation was intense and tight as I slowly entered her.
“Oh my god,” I said, burying my face in her neck.
“Yes,” she said, wrapping her arms around my back. “That’s it.”
I began to fuck my mother, each thrust drawing moans from both of us. Her breasts bounced and almost hit her cheeks, full and perfect with their pale, freckled skin and rosy nipples. I lowered my head to take one in my mouth, enjoying the way she arched beneath me.
I came off with a smack. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured against her skin. “Your hair… your body… everything about you.”
“That means the world to me,” she said, moaning as my cock slid in and out of her.
“But… isn’t this wrong? I mean, you’re my mom.”
“Does it matter?” she whispered, her eyes never leaving mine as she wrapped her arms tighter around me. “It’s just us here. No one would know.”
“You’re right,” I said, pushing all the way to the hilt, feeling her pussy squeeze me. “And you’re still tight … as tight as my girlfriend.”
“Show me I’m still desirable. Show me I can still make a man lose control.”
“I’m doing it right now,” I said.
Something primal awakened in me. I grabbed her hips and drove deeper and harder. She gasped, her back arching off the couch.
“Yes,” she said with her eyes closed. “That’s it. Show me I’m still fuckable. Show me I’m not just some forgotten middle-aged woman.”
Her dirty talk inflamed me. I pounded into her, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
“Look me in the eyes,” she said, and I did. Her eyes were wild, her lips parted. “Tell me what you see.”
“I see a goddess,” I groaned, thrusting harder so our flesh smacked. “I see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”
“More,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper. “Make me believe it.”
I grabbed her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle. She cried out when I hit a new spot inside her.
“Every inch of you is perfect,” I said between thrusts. “Your tits, your ass, your pussy—everything about you drives me crazy.”
She moaned louder, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
I didn’t. I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, driven by her words, her moans, and the sight of her body moving beneath mine. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, hypnotizing me.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped, her inner walls clenching around me. “Oh god, I’m coming!”
I saw the way she climaxed in the bathtub. She arched her back and let out a moan, her body squirming and tensing beneath mine. The tenseness made its way to her pussy which kept tightening and massaging my rapidly moving erection. Then I couldn’t hold anything in.
I buried myself to the hilt as pleasure exploded through me, pumping my incestuous cum deep inside her as she shuddered and cried out beneath me.
“Oh, James,” she said, slowly opening her eyes.
“Do you feel better now?” I asked her, the intense pleasure coursing through me in waves.
“I do,” she said with a content hand over her breasts.
I slowly pulled out my cock, dragging out trickles of pearly white cum that adorned her pussy lips. I had just fucked my mom, and it felt so damn good, but I had done this for her. I wanted her to feel good.
For a long moment, we lay tangled together, catching our breath. I brushed a strand of hair from her flushed face.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, tracing her cheekbone with my thumb. “So incredibly beautiful.”
“James,” she said with a smile. “You’re the best son in the world. The absolute best.”
We lay there for a couple of hours more, enjoying the warmth and intimacy.
The end.
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