Abi

I'm Abi, and I'm going to share something dark and taboo with you. It's about how Tyler, my 19-year-old son, and I crossed that forbidden line. It didn't happen overnight; there were signs, touches, and looks that built up to that point.

Tyler has always been a touchy-feely kid, but as he grew older, his touches became more... intentional. He'd find excuses to brush against me, to put his arm around me, to 'accidentally' graze my breasts or my ass. I'd catch him looking at me, his eyes lingering on my body, and I'd feel a mix of excitement and worry. I'd tell myself it was just my imagination, that he was just being a typical horny teenager.

But then there were the kisses. He'd kiss me on the cheek, but linger a little too long, his lips a little too soft. Or he'd kiss me on the forehead, but his hands would linger on my waist, his fingers digging in slightly. I'd pull away, telling him he was being silly, but I could see the desire in his eyes.

He also started 'walking in on me' when I was changing or getting out of the shower. The first few times, I thought it was an accident, but then it became a pattern. He'd stand there, his eyes roaming my body, taking in my nakedness. I should have told him to stop, but a part of me liked it. A part of me wanted him to see me, to desire me.

One evening, Tyler came home from the gym. He was glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt. His shorts hugged his thick thighs and a noticeable bulge. I couldn't help but stare at his strong, fit body. He caught me looking and smirked, flexing his biceps playfully. "Like what you see, Mom?" he teased.

I felt a rush of heat between my legs, a desire I hadn't felt in years. I bit my lip and nodded, my eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, his voice a low growl, "You know you want to touch it, Mom. You know you want to feel how hard I am for you."

I reached out, my hand trembling as I gripped his thick cock through his shorts. He let out a low groan, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel his length, his heat, and I wanted more. I pulled him closer, my other hand cupping his balls, feeling their weight and warmth. "Fuck, Mom," he groaned, his hips bucking into my hand.

I led him to my bedroom, my heart pounding with anticipation. I pushed him onto the bed, his cock tenting his shorts obscenely. I straddled him, grinding against him as I leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues met, our breaths mingling as we explored each other's mouths. I could taste his sweat, his youth, and it drove me wild.

I sat up, my hands roaming his chest as I ground against him. I could feel his cock, hard and ready, through our clothes. I wanted to feel him, all of him. I stood up, stripping off my clothes slowly, teasingly. His eyes roamed my body, taking in my curves, my soft skin. "Fuck, Mom, you're so sexy," he groaned, his cock straining against his shorts.

I pushed his shorts down, his cock springing free. I took a moment to admire his body, his strong thighs, his tight abs, and his thick, hard cock. I leaned down, taking him in my hand, stroking him slowly. I could feel his pulse, his heat, and I wanted him inside me.

I straddled him again, positioning him at my entrance. I looked into his eyes, seeing his desire, his need. "Fuck me, Tyler," I whispered. "Breed me. Give me your seed."

He groaned, his hips bucking as he entered me. I was so wet, so ready, and he filled me completely. I started to ride him, my hips moving in a rhythm as old as time. He reached up, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. "Fuck, Mom, you feel so good," he groaned.

I leaned back, my hands on his thighs as I rode him faster, harder. I could feel his cock, so deep inside me, hitting all the right spots. I was close, so close. "Tyler," I moaned, "I'm close. I'm so close."

He sat up, his arms around me, his cock still deep inside me. "Cum for me, Mom," he whispered in my ear. "Cum all over my cock."

I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my orgasm ripping through me. He held me tight, his cock still hard inside me. "That's it, Mom," he groaned. "Now it's my turn."

He flipped me onto my back, his body covering mine. He started to move, his hips thrusting as he fucked me. I could feel his cock, so hard, so deep. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on. "That's it, Tyler," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me."

He groaned, his movements becoming erratic. I could feel him, so close. "I'm close, Mom," he groaned. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to fill you with my seed."

I held him tight, my nails digging into his back as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled me. I could feel his hot cum, so deep inside me. It was a feeling I'll never forget.

He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat. I held him, my hands roaming his back, his ass. I loved the feel of him, the weight of him. I loved that he was my son, and I loved that he had just fucked me like an animal.

That was the first time, but it certainly wasn't the last. Tyler and I crossed that line, and we never looked back. We both knew it was wrong, but it felt too good to stop.