Skip to content As a woman who had once been pretty, it wasn’t easy facing the reality of getting older. I was forty-four, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things, but it felt like I got less and less attention. I remembered it like it was yesterday when I was nineteen and every man wanted to flirt with me.
Oh, how time flies.
The divorce at forty didn’t help either. Now I lived alone with my son. Even if I was older, I was still incredibly horny. I didn’t need lubricant when using my toys, and I still got wet on my own. But toys weren’t doing it for me anymore. I wanted the real thing.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My pencil skirt hugged my hips, and the V-neck top gave my chest a youthful look. My breasts were bell-shaped and sagged a little, but the push-up bra created a natural cleavage. I had a few fine lines around my eyes, but my skin was still mostly smooth, and my hair was still golden, even if it looked a little tired.
I wasn’t unattractive, but I didn’t have that bright, youthful glow anymore.
My nineteen-year-old son, Alex, was handsome, tall, good-looking and polite. I was proud of him. As far as I knew, he wasn’t sexually active. After the gym, he usually stayed home and played computer games. I didn’t mind. It just meant more quality time with him.
Recently, I started having forbidden fantasies that I tried as hard as I could to ignore. Eventually, I got so horny that ignoring them became impossible.
They were about my son, how he would take me like a man, but I knew they were just fantasies for now.
I was in the kitchen finishing dinner when I heard the front door open. Alex stepped inside, breathing a little harder than usual, his gym bag hanging off one shoulder.
“Hey, Mom,” he said. “I think I messed up my leg. Inner thigh or something. It’s killing me.”
I wiped my hands on a towel and walked over to him. “Let me take a look. Sit down for a second.”
He dropped into a chair and pushed his shorts up his leg. I grabbed the tube of anti-inflammatory cream from the cabinet and knelt beside him. The angle put me close, maybe closer than I should have been, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Tell me where it hurts,” I said.
He pressed two fingers against the inside of his thigh. “Right here. I think I stretched too far during squats.”
I squeezed a line of cream onto my fingers and started rubbing it gently into his skin. His thigh was warm and firm, the muscles tight from his workout. I worked in small circles, easing the tension as he let out a sigh.
“Does that feel okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, that feels really good. Thanks.”
I smiled up at him. He had that youthful glow that I missed, smooth skin, thick, golden hair and a rosy blush. I looked at his broad shoulders and big hands, feeling that maternal pride, but the moment my eyes drifted to the side, I froze for half a second.
His shorts had shifted just enough for me to see the outline of his bulge. At first, it was just the shape, thick and heavy against the fabric. I tried to ignore it, focusing on his thigh, but when I slid my hand a little higher to blend the cream, the bulge twitched, and the bulge itself was quite big, almost the size of a Coke bottle.
Alex adjusted himself without thinking. The fabric pulled tighter. I watched it thicken, swelling under my gaze.
I forced my hand to stay steady, pretending nothing unusual was happening, even though every part of me was suddenly aware of how close I was to his privates. My fingertips were inches away from something I had no business noticing.
“Is the pressure okay?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“Yeah. You’re doing it right,” he said, relaxing back in the chair.
His cock pushed harder against the fabric, forming a clearer outline. I should have looked away. I should have stood up and said dinner was ready. Instead, I let my eyes linger just a moment longer, just enough to burn the sight into my memory.
“Mom, that’s fine,” he said, cutting me off for reasons I couldn’t quite read.
“Alright, sweetheart. Feeling better?”
“A little,” he said. His eyes dipped to my cleavage before he looked back up. “Are you going out?”
I glanced down and realized I was still wearing my pencil skirt. “Oh, I just wanted to try on some new clothes,” I said with a casual wave. “Does it bother you?”
“No. I think you look great,” he said, his gaze moving over me in a way that made me smile.
He probably didn’t realize it, but that comment meant the world to me.
*****
During dinner, we talked about all the usual things, but I kept losing focus. I was still a little shaken from seeing his bulge earlier, and the memory sparked a curiosity I was trying hard to push away.
*****
After we finished eating, Alex went upstairs to shower. I stayed behind, clearing the dishes, trying to focus on anything but the image seared into my brain. His bulge. The way it had swelled beneath the thin fabric of his shorts. How big it looked.
My hands trembled as I rinsed a plate. What was wrong with me? He was my son. But I couldn’t stop imagining what it might look like fully erect, how it might feel in my hand, against my thigh and … inside me.
I shook my head. This was inappropriate. I needed to get myself under control.
I heard the shower stop running upstairs. It had been about twenty minutes since Alex had gone up. He should be done by now. Usually, he’d come back down after his shower to grab a snack or watch TV with me, but tonight, he stayed upstairs.
Was he avoiding me? Or was he… I bit my lip as a thought crossed my mind. Was he masturbating? Maybe my dress and cleavage turned him on.
The laundry basket by the washing machine caught my eye. Perfect excuse. I’d just go up and ask if he had any clothes that needed washing. It was innocent enough.
I climbed the stairs, my heart pounding harder with each step. When I reached his door, I paused. I could hear moaning sounds and suppressed grunts coming from inside.
I raised my hand to knock but paused. Should I really interrupt him? But curiosity got the better of me, and I gently turned the doorknob, pushing the door open just a crack.
“Alex, do you have any laundry that—”
My eyes widened. Alex was on his bed, completely naked, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously. On his laptop screen, a woman who looked disturbingly like me was on her knees in front of a young man, calling him “stepson” as she sucked his cock.
“Mom!” Alex shouted, scrambling to cover himself, but not before I got an eyeful.
It was massive. Easily eight inches long and so thick my fingers wouldn’t have met if I’d wrapped my hand around it. The head was swollen and purple, glistening with pre-cum, and then it was the thick vein. Gosh, his cock looked hot.
“I’m so sorry!” I said, my face burning. “I should have knocked. I didn’t realize you were … I’m sorry!”
I backed out quickly and closed the door, leaning against the wall in the hallway. My heart raced, and between my legs, I felt a rush of wetness, soaking my panties. My body was responding to what I’d just seen, and I couldn’t deny it.
That cock. My son’s cock. So much bigger than his father’s had ever been. Big enough to stretch me in ways I hadn’t felt in years, maybe ever.
And he’d been watching stepmom porn. Not just any porn, but a video of a woman who looked like me pleasuring her stepson.
*****
Later that evening, I found him in the living room texting on his phone. I paused in the doorway, then cleared my throat. “Alex … about earlier. I didn’t mean to walk in on you.”
He shifted in his seat and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to open the door.”
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I said gently. “You’re a grown man.”
He chuckled, the kind people make when they’re trying to shrug off something that still bothers them. “Yeah, well … it’s not exactly something I’m proud of. Most guys wouldn’t brag about being … you know.”
I stepped a little closer. “About being what?”
He looked at me for a moment before dropping his eyes. “Too big,” he said quietly. “It freaks people out.”
“Alex, nothing about you looked wrong. It looked wonderful.”
He blinked at me, confused and a little vulnerable. “I don’t know. A girl told me once it was too much. She said she couldn’t handle it and freaked out. So I just stopped trying with anyone.”
My heart ached for him in a way I didn’t expect. “Honey, she was probably inexperienced. That has nothing to do with you.”
He looked at me again, searching my face for reassurance and maybe permission to believe me.
I sat down on the edge of the coffee table, close enough to feel his body heat. “If you want,” I said, “I could take a closer look. Just to make sure nothing’s wrong. Sometimes it helps to actually see the problem before assuming it’s you.”
He swallowed once. “You’d … do that?”
I nodded. “Only if you’re comfortable. I just want to help.”
He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, unsure, nervous, and wanting to believe every word I’d said.
After a long moment, Alex nodded. “Okay,” he whispered.
He pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from our conversation. As I watched, it swelled further, growing thicker and longer until it stood fully erect against his stomach. Geez, it was thick and long.
His face flushed crimson. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.
“Don’t apologize,” I said. “It’s a natural reaction.” I studied him for a moment, admiring the impressive length and girth. It was extra thick at the bottom and narrowed a little at the top. The crown was deep purple, cut. It was thick as a Coke bottle and as long as my forearm. I had never seen such a well-endowed man in my life. “Who are you thinking about right now?”
“You,” he admitted.
“Me? Really?”
“Yeah.” His voice grew stronger. “You’re beautiful, Mom. I’ve always thought so.”
I felt a rush of warmth spread through my body. “That’s … that’s flattering. I’ve been feeling so insecure lately. Getting older isn’t easy. I look in the mirror and don’t recognize myself sometimes.”
Alex shook his head firmly. “You’re hot. Way hotter than girls my age. They don’t compare.”
“That means the world to me,” I said. Then without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. “I can’t even get my hand all the way around it,” I marveled. “I’ve never seen one this big before.”
He moaned a little as I moved my hand experimentally up and down.
“Would you mind if I…” I licked my lips, hardly believing what I was about to ask. “Could I suck it a little? I haven’t done this in years.”
“Yes,” he said, not bothering about the taboo. “Please.”
I lowered my head, opened wide and swallowed him whole, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation. He was warm and hard against my tongue, his skin velvety smooth. I felt him throb as I moved my head, taking him deeper with each downward motion.
Alex’s hips began to move, gently thrusting into my mouth. He cupped my neck, not forcing but guiding me. Each sound he made sent shivers down my spine. He truly enjoyed my blowjob. His moans were so warm that I felt them on my face.
I grew wetter by the second, my panties soaked through. After a few minutes, I pulled back, my lips swollen.
“Let me show you something,” I said, standing up. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, then unhooked my bra. My breasts fell free, not as perky as they once were, but still full. “What do you think? Be honest.”
“They’re beautiful,” Alex said, his eyes wide with wonder and his cock twitching in approval. “Can I touch them?”
I nodded, and he reached out, cupping them gently in his hands. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I just loved a man’s touch on my privates, and the way he squeezed and explored them. He just made me wetter.
“You have no idea how happy this makes me,” I whispered. “To be desired again.”
“I’m glad I can make you feel this way.”
I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his hips, positioning myself above his cock. I grabbed it and lightly rubbed it against my wet slit. “Are you okay?” I asked him.
He nodded, his cock twitching in my hand. Slowly, I guided it to my vagina and pushed it inside me, gasping as he stretched me as no man had ever done before.
“You’re so big,” I moaned as I took him inch by inch. I had to go slow, but it felt so good against my most sensitive part. “God, you feel amazing.”
“So do you,” he said, throwing his head back.
Planting my hands on his sculpted chest, I rode him slowly at first, lifting my hips only to let them fall back. His hands gripped my hips, helping me move. I loved the way he grabbed my ass, holding onto me for dear life.
“Oh,” I moaned, feeling his cock slide in and out of me. He was taking me to heaven.
When I’d had my fill of controlling the pace, I climbed off and lay back on the couch, spreading my legs wide open for him. “Fuck me,” I said. “I want to feel you on top of me.”
Alex positioned himself between my thighs and pushed his big cock inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull when I felt that stretch again. He began to thrust like a man, and I wrapped my legs around him. The couch creaked beneath us as he pounded into me. I said yes for every thrust, in disbelief that this was happening, but it was. My son fucked me hard.
“I’m going to come,” he groaned after several minutes of intense fucking. “Should I pull out?”
“No, do it raw,” I said. “I want to feel it.”
He slid his arms under mine and leaned closer down. We were so close, I could feel his chest on mine, his breath down my neck and his cock entering me again and again.
His rhythm faltered, then he thrust deep one final time, groaning as he emptied himself inside me. The moment I felt him throb inside me, the heat of his cum pushed me over the edge. My body tightened around him, helpless and hungry, and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me. Waves of pleasure crashed over my core, stealing my breath, making my thighs shake and my spine arch. I couldn’t think. I could only feel, the pulsing, the fullness, the slippery warmth, and the raw, aching bliss that tore me apart and stitched me back together in the same second.
I orgasmed, and I felt claimed, filled and shattered in the best way.
Afterward, we lay together, his arm around me, my head on his chest. He still hadn’t pulled out, and his cum warmed my core along with his big cock.
“I haven’t felt this happy in years,” I told him. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, kissing the top of my head.
“For making me feel beautiful again. For wanting me.”
He pulled me closer. “I’ve always wanted you. I just never thought…”
“I know,” I said. “But we’re here now.”
He pulled out his cock, which came out wet and sticky. He looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you think we can do this again?”
“As many times as you want, sweetheart.”
He smiled. “You’re the best mom.”
“No, Alex, you are.”
The end.
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