Skip to content I sighed and watched as my now ex-girlfriend, Johanna, stepped into a taxi. She didn’t even look back at me as it pulled away.
Mom patted my shoulder. “I’m so sorry that had to happen.”
“No,” I said. “It was my fault.”
We were currently on vacation. My mother had wanted me to have some fun with my girlfriend, but she also wanted to come to Miami. Mom and I were pretty open about relationships and sex. I wasn’t embarrassed when I kissed in front of my mom, or when I had sex in the other hotel room.
Mom was a model and an actress, so she knew the importance of being open and having fun.
The reason Johanna had walked out on this trip was that she’d found out I’d cheated on her a week ago.
I knew my mom loved me, and I knew she’d take my side no matter what. But this time, I was in the wrong.
“Wanna go get some creampies? Maybe it’ll cheer you up.”
“Sure,” I said, turning around.
Creampie was my favorite dessert, and Mom’s too. She took me to one of her favorite spots, and now that Johanna was gone, I really noticed how many heads Mom turned just walking down the street in a tight top and skirt.
She was beautiful. Dark blonde hair that caught the light just right, full lips that belonged to a model, a flawless face with high cheekbones, and legs that went on forever. Tall, elegant, and impossible to ignore as a straight man.
We sat down at a small table by the window, the Florida sun pouring in. A cheerful waitress walked over, all smiles and beauty. “Hi there!” she greeted us.
We told her we were interested in creampies.
“Oh,” she said happily. “Can I interest you two in the couple creampie special?”
Mom laughed. “Oh, I’d love to, but he’s actually my son.”
The waitress blinked, then giggled, her cheeks flushing pink. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. You’re just so beautiful … You look like the same age!”
Mom waved it off with a playful smile. “No harm done. And thank you, that’s sweet of you.” She reached over and squeezed my shoulder. “I’ve got a tall, handsome son. Makes sense people would get confused.”
The waitress smiled awkwardly before taking our order and stepping away. I could still feel the heat rising in my face.
“You’re blushing,” Mom said, grinning as she stirred her tea.
“That was kind of embarrassing,” I muttered, picking at a napkin.
“I thought it was a compliment,” she said, sipping her drink. “I’ll take ‘same age as my son’ any day.”
I looked at her, then gave a half-smile. “I guess I just never really noticed how much attention you draw. Not until Johanna left.”
Her expression softened. “Leo…”
“I know I messed up,” I said, keeping my eyes down. “She had every right to leave. I cheated.”
Mom reached across the table, her fingers warm as they curled around mine. “Sweetheart, it wasn’t the end of the world. It was a mistake, sure, but a silly reason to walk away from someone she clearly loved.”
“She didn’t see it that way.”
Mom sighed. “Maybe because girls today have been fed a lot of ideas about how relationships should work. When I was her age, I was sharing a boyfriend with my best friend.”
I blinked. “Seriously?”
She nodded, smiling at the memory. “Mmm-hmm. It wasn’t weird back then. We liked him, he liked us, and it just… worked.”
“Wow,” I said, trying to imagine it. “So you’re saying… sharing isn’t a bad thing?”
“Not at all,” she said with a shrug. “A young man like you? You should explore and have fun. Love isn’t a limited resource. Girls these days have just been a little brainwashed into thinking it’s all or nothing.”
I stared at her. I wasn’t sure if it was the Miami heat or her words, but something inside me stirred.
The waitress returned with our creampie, placing the plate between us with a wink. “Enjoy, you two.”
“Thanks,” Mom said, then looked at me with a little smirk. “You know … since we got the couple special, maybe we should eat it like a couple.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”
She picked up a fork, cut off a small bite, and held it toward my mouth. “Let me feed you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Really?”
“Oh, come on,” she teased. “It’s just for fun. We’re on vacation, remember? You’ve been moping all day, let me cheer you up.”
I hesitated, then leaned forward and took the bite from her fork. She smiled and clapped softly.
“My turn,” I muttered, cutting a piece for her.
She leaned in and opened her mouth slightly, eyes locked on mine as she accepted the bite.
“There,” she said, licking her lips. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
I chuckled. “No. Kinda weird. But not bad.”
We took turns feeding each other until the plate was clean. Mom leaned back in her seat, satisfied, brushing her fingers over a napkin. “See?” she said. “Who needs a girlfriend when you’ve got a hot mom to keep you company?”
“You’re right,” I said with an eyeroll.
She reached for her drink, then glanced out the window. “We’ve still got the whole afternoon ahead of us. Wanna grab something stronger than coffee?”
I hesitated. “I don’t know…”
She tilted her head, lips curving. “What’s wrong? Afraid I’m too old to hang out with?”
“No,” I said quickly, meeting her eyes. “You’re beautiful, Mom.”
Her expression softened, and a slow smile spread across her face. “That’s sweet of you to say, Leo.”
She leaned forward, her voice a little lower. “Then come have some fun with me. Let me show you how a beautiful woman treats her man, especially one who deserves to feel wanted again.”
I yielded.
The sun was starting to dip lower as we walked into the hotel lounge, perched high above the Miami skyline. Outside on the rooftop, people lounged on cushioned sofas beneath string lights, the pool shimmering nearby. The place was upscale but calm, just enough buzz to feel alive, but quiet enough to hear your own thoughts.
Mom had freshened up a bit in the hotel bathroom. She’d let her hair down, added a bit of gloss to her lips, and swapped her skirt for a pair of white, fitted slacks that hugged her figure a little too well. Her silky top dipped just low enough to make my thoughts drift in directions they shouldn’t.
When she sat down across from me in our corner booth, her scent reached me, a vanilla, musk perfume that strangely turned me on.
“What are you drinking?” she asked, crossing one leg over the other.
“Not sure yet.”
She flagged the waiter and ordered us two cocktails before I could decide.
“Don’t worry,” she said, flashing me a grin. “I know what you like.”
When the drinks came, we sipped slowly. Mine was something citrusy and strong. Hers was light pink, floral, with a slice of dried rose petal floating on top. As I looked at the rose petal, my mind drifted to a pussy, and then I sighed internally since I knew there wouldn’t be any for me tonight.
She clinked her glass gently against mine. “To new beginnings.”
I nodded, the glass cool in my hand. “And to make the most of the trip.”
For a while, we talked, nothing heavy. Just random things. Travel, food, her gigs back home. She got a little tipsy, the way she always did when she was drinking. She laughed, touched my wrist every time she made a point, and tilted her head in that way that made her hair fall just so.
Then, her eyes lingered on mine for a second too long.
“You know,” she said, “I wasn’t kidding earlier.”
“About what?”
“About being seen as a couple.” She giggled like a girl. “It’s flattering, sure, but also kind of… revealing.”
I gave her a look. “Revealing how?”
“Well, think about it,” she said, leaning in a little. “You’re not a boy anymore. You’re a man. And when I walk beside you, people don’t see a mother and son. They see two adults. A man and a woman.”
Her words settled between us like heat.
“I guess,” I said quietly, unsure what I was supposed to say. She wasn’t wrong. In this dim light, with her glowing like that, the line between “Mom” and “gorgeous woman” was harder to see.
She smirked, reading my thoughts. “I see the way you’ve been looking at me since Johanna left.”
I blinked. “What do you mean?”
She sipped her drink again, eyes still on me. “Tell me the truth, Leo. When you said I was beautiful earlier… did you mean it?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I did.”
She smiled gently, then glanced out over the balcony where the sky was burning orange.
“Maybe we could share a bed tonight,” she suggested, her tone sultry and unfiltered. “A real couple creampie.”
“Mom, you’re drunk.”
“Uh-uh, I don’t think so,” she said, shaking her head, her eyes locked on mine.
“I mean…” I hesitated, the idea swirling around in my brain like the liquor in my glass. It was wrong. It was taboo. But it was also thrilling. And the alcohol was starting to catch up to me.
“Take another glass,” she whispered, pushing it toward me. “It’ll help you loosen up a bit.”
There was more than one in front of me, hers, mine, maybe a new one the waiter had slipped by without us noticing. I took a sip, then another, and then, suddenly, I didn’t care that she was my mother.
She leaned forward, resting her hand on my thigh. Her touch lingered, slowly tracing upward. Her voice dropped, sober enough not to raise her voice but tipsy enough to seduce her son. “So… do you still want to sleep by yourself tonight?”
I swallowed. Her fingers were warm against my skin. “No,” I said honestly. “But… we shouldn’t be doing this.”
She smiled, brushing the fabric of my pants gently as her nails traced along the inseam. “Leo,” she whispered, “life isn’t about should and shouldn’t. It’s about what we feel. And right now, you need to loosen up. Let yourself feel something. That’s how you really live.”
I stared at her. She meant it.
“I kinda … want this too,” I said as my cock started hardening.
Her hand slid down and gave my thigh a gentle squeeze. “Good boy.”
She stood up from the lounge seat and reached for my hand. “Come on. Let’s go to my room.”
*****
The hotel suite was quiet; the only sound was the soft hum of the AC and the low clinking of our shoes being kicked off. She stood by the edge of the bed, eyes on me, and slowly lifted her top over her head.
She unclasped her bra and let it slide off her shoulders, baring her full, natural breasts, soft, full, perfectly shaped with the kind of gravity-defying beauty only a woman of true maturity could carry. Her nipples were darker, fuller, stiff with raw lust. She undid her pants and let them fall, stepping out of them and leaving nothing but bare skin and confidence.
Her hips were wide, womanly, curving into thick thighs and a soft, neatly trimmed patch of blonde just below her navel. Her body was stunning and impossibly erotic. She was forty-five, and she had never looked more like a goddess.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whispered, my voice low, almost reverent.
She smiled as she climbed back onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. “Thank you, baby. Now get those clothes off. I want to make you feel good.”
I pulled my shirt over my head, tossed it to the floor, then slid off my pants and boxers, nerves buzzing under my skin. I moved over her, settling between her legs, heart pounding.
“Wait,” I said. “Condoms?”
She laughed and cupped my face. “Sweetheart, I’m forty-five. If you manage to knock me up, you deserve a trophy. But go ahead, give it your best shot.” She leaned in, brushing her lips against mine. “Besides… creampie’s our favorite dessert, remember?”
I froze for a second, caught between disbelief and heat. Then I pressed my lips to hers, deeply, hungrily, as I lowered myself onto her.
I fell on top of her while keeping the kiss, and when I broke it, my eyes fell to her pussy, which was swollen and glistening, lips slightly parted, already wet and waiting. The faint trim of blonde above it only made the sight more intimate, more real. Her maturity wasn’t something to overlook; it was alluring. She looked like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And right now, that was me––her son.
I pushed my cock into her, slowly entering her inch by inch. She was warm, wet, and tight, so much more than I’d expected and so much better than Johanna. We locked eyes as I sank deeper, and the heat of what we were doing hit me all at once. Taboo, forbidden and intoxicating.
My knees trembled. The alcohol did its best to blur the guilt, but truthfully, I didn’t want it dulled. I wanted this. I wanted her.
For now, all I wanted to do was fuck her.
“That’s it,” she whispered with a breathy laugh, her nails lightly dragging down my back. “Be a good boy … give your mommy a creampie.”
I slid in all the way to the hilt, buried deep until there was nothing left to give. Then I pulled out halfway and thrust back in with a groan.
“God, you feel so good.”
“Better than Johanna?” she moaned, her voice thick and low.
“Way better.”
I groaned as I pulled halfway out, then slammed back in with a wet slap. Her body arched beneath mine, breasts bouncing with the rhythm. Her pussy was soaked, gripping me tighter each time I bottomed out.
“Fuck, Mom,” I gasped. “You feel so fucking good.”
“So do you, sweetie,” she moaned, biting her lip. “You can go a bit harder. I’m not a young, innocent virgin.”
I thrust again, harder now, setting a rhythm. The bed creaked beneath us. Her legs wrapped around my hips, heels pressing into my lower back as she pulled me deeper. The “clap” sound rose as I became hornier and hornier, desperately wanting to climax.
“Yes, baby, just like that,” she said. “God, I’ve always dreamed of your young cock.”
I leaned down and kissed her, tongues colliding, messy and hungry. Her moans vibrated into my mouth as I fucked her faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.
“You want that creampie?” I growled into her ear.
“Yes,” she cried. “Fill me up. I don’t care. I need it.”
Her pussy fluttered around me. I held her hips and slammed into her, losing control while chasing that taboo release. My body tensed as the orgasm built fast. “Oh, Mom, your pussy feels too good.”
“It’s okay,” she reassured me with her eyes closed, with bliss and pleasure. “Come inside me raw.”
I buried myself one last time and climaxed, cock twitching as I poured into her till she was full. She gasped as she came too, legs shaking, pussy milking every drop out of me.
I caught my breath, seeing my mother lying nude in front of me while my cock was buried inside her. The dark blonde hair was fanned over her, her busty breasts rising and falling in a slow rhythm. She opened her blue eyes and looked at me, a smile curved at her lips.
“That was beautiful,” she said, laying her hand gently on my chest. Her skin was warm, her breathing steady. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah…” I exhaled, still catching my breath. “I don’t regret anything.”
“You shouldn’t either,” she whispered, tracing slow circles across my skin. “Now… let me see our favorite dessert.”
I chuckled then slowly pulled my cock out of her swollen, wet, well-fucked, motherly pussy. She gasped just a little as I slipped free.
A thick stream of cum began to trickle from her, spilling from her stretched opening, dripping over her folds, then sliding down between her cheeks. It moved in slow, milky rivulets, one of the most gorgeous creampies I’d ever seen.
“Wow,” she said with a breathy laugh, reaching down between her thighs. She scooped a bit onto her finger and brought it to her lips, licking it clean. “Delicious.”
I grinned. “I’m glad you liked it.”
She curled into me after, her head resting just below my chin. I wrapped an arm around her waist as we sank into the pillows, skin to skin, heartbeats slowing.
No more words. Just warmth, her breath against my neck, and the weight of satisfaction.
We drifted off like that, naked, tangled together, and finally at peace.
*****
When we woke up, we were both a little hungover, but we remembered everything from the night before. It didn’t feel awkward at all. There was no shame, no regret. Just a quiet kind of satisfaction. I felt lighter, more at ease, and my mother told me I should find someone new, someone a bit more open-minded.
I did eventually, but nothing ever came close to the orgasms I had with my mom. We kept seeing each other and kept having sex. Neither of us could get enough. And every time I filled her with a warm creampie, watching it slowly leak from her swollen pussy, I felt grateful. Grateful to have such a beautiful, open-minded mother.
The end.
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