Skip to content It wasn’t easy being a divorced single mother at forty-three. After the divorce, I fell into a depression. Things hadn’t worked out anyway when I had to deal with a cheating husband, and I knew I had to move on. I went through therapy, but my therapist noticed I only got worse with each passing week.
This time, she suggested something different. “You need sex more than anything… someone close to you who physically craves you,” she told me.
I wasn’t sure if anyone craved me, especially at my age.
“There must be someone,” she told me. “And if you don’t have someone, you have to go find him.”
She was right. As I drove home from therapy, I mulled it over. I had a handsome son named Dan. He was six-foot-four and trained in boxing. His body was hot, no question, but he was a bit reserved.
I knew he loved me. He had chosen to stay with me instead of living with his father. And I knew I’d had fantasies about him before.
I hated the way I felt about myself, and I needed to do something. Even if it was wrong, it started to dawn on me what I had to do. When he came home from boxing, I would have to seduce him one way or another. I had to look as sexy as possible, sit close to him, and make myself irresistible.
*****
I spent an hour in front of the mirror, painting my lips a deep burgundy red. I applied eyeliner and brushed a soft blush onto my cheeks. I had just showered and rubbed my body down with a sweet, coconut-and-vanilla scented lotion. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wondered if I really had what it took to seduce my own son.
I stood at five feet nine inches with dark blonde hair. My lips were naturally plump, and when I smiled, dimples appeared on my cheeks. My eyes were blue, and my figure wasn’t model-slim but not overly curvy either, something in between. My breasts, though, were full and heavy, still firm enough to fill out a D-cup bra without sagging.
I’d caught him looking at them several times, so I knew he found them attractive. I spread my pussy lips and decided to trim my bush first. I shaved it into a neat strip pointing straight down to my pussy, which was already growing wet at the thought of what I was planning.
I slipped on a pair of panties and a push-up bra, then pulled on a summer dress with a plunging V-neckline. It clung to every curve of my body and ended just above the knees. I hoped it would be all I needed to get him in bed with me.
*****
When Dan arrived that evening, I opened the door in my summer dress, the neckline dipping low enough to give him a glimpse of cleavage. His eyes lingered for just a moment before he tried to pretend he wasn’t looking, but I caught it. That hungry flicker in his gaze made me smile. God, he was hot, broad shoulders from boxing, tall and lean, his dark hair damp from the shower, and that strong jawline that made him look older than his years.
“Hi, Mom,” he said, a little shy but polite as always.
“Hi, Dan. Come in. Dinner’s ready.”
We stepped out onto the terrace where I had set the table. Dan sat across from me, his posture straight but slightly awkward, like he wasn’t sure where to put his hands.
“How was your day? How’s boxing going?” I asked as I poured him a glass of red wine. This one was stronger than what I usually served, but I wanted him just loose enough.
He shrugged, his lips curving into a modest smile. “Pretty good. Training was tough today. Coach keeps pushing me harder.”
I handed him the glass and lifted my own. “That’s what makes you stronger. You’ll thank him later.”
He took a sip, then raised his brows. “This wine’s stronger than usual.”
I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. “It’s okay. One glass won’t hurt my handsome son.”
Something in my tone must have reached him, because he didn’t protest again. Dinner passed easily, though I couldn’t stop watching the way his lips wrapped around the rim of his glass or how his forearm flexed when he cut into the steak. Every detail of him excited me more than it should have.
When the plates were cleared, I returned with dessert: two bowls of ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup. Instead of sitting back down across from him, I patted the space on the bench beside me.
“Come sit next to me. It’s cozier here.”
He hesitated for a second, then moved over, his shoulder brushing mine as he settled in. I handed him his bowl, my thigh brushing against his, the contact deliberate.
As we ate, I let my hand rest casually on his leg. Just a light touch at first, fingers grazing the fabric of his jeans. He froze for a moment, spoon halfway to his mouth, before slowly relaxing again. I gave his thigh a gentle pat, pretending it was nothing, but I felt the tension in him. A hardening bulge pressed faintly against the denim, and my heart raced upon seeing it, wondering how well-endowed he was.
“You’ve gotten so tense,” I said flirtatiously, my fingers lingering just a little longer. “Tell me, Dan… do you have a girlfriend yet?”
He swallowed, eyes darting to me for a second before looking down at his bowl. “No … not yet.”
Dan shifted beside me, his spoon clinking against the bowl. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” I said, sliding my hand just a little higher on his thigh.
“How’s your therapy going? You’ve been seeing someone, right?”
The question caught me off guard. Warmth spread through me, not just from the wine but from the fact that he actually cared. I smiled, touched more than I expected. “That’s very sweet of you to ask. Therapy’s… different now. I think I’m finally starting to figure out what I need.”
“I’m glad,” he said with a smile. “It wasn’t fun seeing what you went through.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him in a sideways hug. I did everything I could to mash my tits against him, letting my warm breath winnow down his neck. I glanced at his crotch, seeing his cock stir. It was exactly what I wanted.
After I broke the hug, his eyes searched mine, and I decided it was time to push things further. I reached for the bottle and topped off his glass. “Come on, one more. You’ll sleep like a baby and be fine for class.”
He hesitated only briefly before taking it. After a few sips, a flush crept into his cheeks, and his smile loosened. “You know,” he said, his voice lower, a little slurred, “you’re really hot, Mom.”
A thrill ran through me. I leaned closer, letting my hand graze his thigh again. “You think so?”
“Yeah…” His gaze dropped to my cleavage, and he swallowed hard.
I reached for my own glass but let it tip just enough that a splash of red wine landed across his thigh. “Oh, damn… look what I did,” I murmured. My napkin was already in my hand as I leaned over him. “Let me clean it.”
He stiffened as I pressed the cloth against his jeans, right over the growing bulge. His breath caught when I began blotting, the motion more caress than cleanup. I bent lower, close enough that my cleavage brushed against his arm, then lifted it higher, pressing my breasts together until they nearly spilled from the neckline. His face was inches away, and I could feel his body shiver under my touch.
“M-Mom,” he stammered, his voice shaky. “What are you… doing?”
I let the napkin linger over his crotch before pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “Just cleaning you.”
“Uhm, okay.”
I crumpled the napkin and put it on the table. “Do you want to come to bed with me, Dan? I’ve got this ache in my thigh, and I could use a light massage.”
He swallowed again, his chest rising fast. Horny and tipsy, there was no way he could resist. “I… yeah. I’ll help.”
I rose from the bench, letting my dress shift to show more leg as I held out my hand for him.
I led him down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door slowly and leaned back against it, letting him see the way my dress hugged my body.
His eyes followed me, uncertain but hungry. I reached for the straps and slipped them off my shoulders, letting the fabric slide down. The dress pooled at my feet, and I unclasped my bra, baring my heavy breasts to him. Finally, I pushed my panties down, standing fully nude in front of him.
His jaw dropped. He tried to play it cool, but his eyes gave him away, wide and fixed on my body, like he couldn’t believe I was real. A rush of pride warmed me. He wanted me. After everything I had doubted about myself, seeing that raw hunger in his gaze was intoxicating.
I smiled and walked to the bed, lying down on my stomach with a teasing stretch. “Come here, Dan. My thigh’s killing me. Be a good boy and rub it for me.”
He swallowed hard, then moved closer, sitting beside me. His large, strong hands slid over my thigh, working slowly, then creeping higher. Each stroke grew bolder as his breathing deepened. I let out a soft sigh, arching my hips just enough to guide him.
“Mmm… that feels good,” I whispered, then glanced back at him. “Why don’t you get more comfortable? Take your clothes off.”
He hesitated only a second before peeling off his shirt, then his jeans and boxers, until he was completely naked. His cock was already hard, standing proud, and my pussy clenched at the sight of it.
He climbed onto the bed, straddling behind me. I felt the heat of him pressing against my bare skin, then the thick length of his erection rubbing against the curve of my ass. A shiver ran through me as he rocked gently, grinding against me like he couldn’t hold back.
I moaned and turned, shifting onto my back to face him. His body hovered over mine, his cock brushing against my belly, hot and hard. I reached up, curling my fingers behind his neck, and pulled him down.
Our lips met and pressed together, the kiss igniting everything I’d been holding back.
His lips moved against mine, a bit inexperienced, but so desperate it made me melt beneath him. I felt the thick heat of his cock pressing against me, sliding along my pussy lips, threatening to push inside.
Then he pulled back, his chest heaving. “Mom … wait.” His voice cracked, torn between lust and guilt. “You’re my mother. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
The words only made me wetter. The risk, the forbidden edge of it, was exactly what made it so intoxicating. I cupped his face, holding his eyes on mine. “Dan, listen to me. You’re a man. I’m a woman. We’re both adults. This isn’t wrong if we both want it.” My thumb brushed his cheek tenderly. “I need this. I need you. It would mean the world to me if you gave this to me.”
His body trembled, cock throbbing against my thigh. He was torn, I could see it, but his desire was stronger than his hesitation. With a guttural sound, he gave in, thrusting forward.
I gasped as his thick cock slid into me, stretching me open. My arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin. “Oh God, Dan…”
He groaned, burying his face in my neck as he began to move, slow at first, then faster. His hips slapped against mine, each thrust harder than the last. The weight of his body pressed me into the mattress, and I clung to him, legs locked around his waist.
“Fuck, Mom…” he panted, driving into me, his abs flexing with every movement. “You feel so good.”
“Yes… don’t stop,” I moaned, arching my back, my breasts pressing against his chest. The taboo of it only fueled my arousal: my son, my young boxer, fucking me deep like I’d always fantasized.
His thrusts grew harder, his breath ragged in my ear. “I… I can’t hold it.”
“That’s what my pussy is made for. Just come inside me,” I moaned.
“You sure?” he asked, gripping my shoulders as he fucked me relentlessly.
“I’m a hundred percent sure.”
He stopped holding back, pounding into me with deep, hungry strokes. His cock stretched my pussy wide, every thrust making me shiver. Even as he slammed into me, I felt him twitch and throb inside, the pressure building unbearably.
The heat in my core snapped, and my climax tore through me. My pussy clenched around him in tight, desperate pulses, milking his cock as I cried out beneath him. My back arched off the bed, breasts pressed against his chest, and my nails raked down his back. Each wave of pleasure was hotter, sharper than the last, until I was trembling under him, lost in the raw ecstasy of being fucked by my own son.
And while I was riding my orgasm, he was coming too.
With a final deep thrust, his whole body stiffened. He groaned loudly against my skin as his cock pulsed and spilled hot cum deep inside me. I was hyperaware of his hot cream filling my interior. It was young, fresh and so warm. He slowed down his thrust, but he kept squeezing out his semen till there was nothing left. It already made me happier, and I knew the missing piece of my life had finally returned.
“Oh, Mom,” he whispered. “I loved that.”
“So did I, sweetie,” I told him, holding onto him tightly. The depression lifted off my shoulders, and I felt cleansed, worshipped and loved. “Thank you … I really needed that.”
He pulled his cock out, and I saw how it glistened with my honey. “You’re welcome … Will we do that again?”
I grinned, seeing his cock twitch. “If I want you … And I definitely do.”
He grinned too.
The end.
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