Weekend lust

James had always been a tall boy, but at 6'4" he was now a man, and one that towered over me. When my mother and father came to stay for a long weekend, we assumed he'd just sleep on the couch. But after two nights of obvious discomfort, I reluctantly relented and let him sleep in my bed - a strict no touching, no funny business rule in place.

And yet here we were. In the dead of night, James was gently easing his hardness inside me, the head popping past my folds as I pretended to stay asleep, frozen in stunned disbelief. Oh god, his cock felt big, much bigger than my husband's, stretching me in ways I hadn't experienced in years. Part of me wanted to scream, to push him off and put an end to this insanity. But the perverse, shameful part craved more, hoped he wouldn't stop.

My son began to move, withdrawing slowly until just the tip remained, before thrusting back in with a soft groan. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping, his pace increasing as his need grew. He was really doing this, actually fucking his own mother! It was so wrong, so incestuous and taboo. And yet the dark arousal unfurling in my belly only intensified.

James seemed to get bolder, his hands moving to grasp my hips possessively as he picked up speed. I couldn't help but imagine how this looked - my son's cock glistening with my juices as he pistoned in and out of his mother's pussy, grunting with every thrust. If anyone found out...but they wouldn't, because I was going to pretend this never happened. It would be our dirty little secret.

The mattress squeaked rhythmically as James rutted into me, the obscene sound mixing with his labored breathing. He was really giving it his all, determined to satisfy himself no matter what. My fingers dug into the sheets, panting quietly into my pillow as I tried to ride out the strange sensations building within me.

It was too much, the illicit wrongness of it all pushing me towards a shameful peak. I was going to cum on my own son's cock! His grip tightened and his thrusts became more urgent, no longer attempting to be silent. He knew I was awake and didn't care.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me!" a desperate voice whispered, one I barely recognized as my own. "Cum inside me James, fill your mother's pussy with your hot seed!"

With a guttural groan, James slammed into me one final time and I felt his cock twitch and pulse deep within as he emptied himself. My own orgasm crashed through me, a kaleidoscope of pleasure and self-loathing warring for dominance as I was filled with my son's virile release. We collapsed together in the aftermath, sweat-slicked skin pressed close.

In the morning I acted like nothing happened, skulking around in baggy clothes and avoiding eye contact. But I couldn't get the memory out of my head - my son's strong body covering mine, his manhood claiming me so thoroughly. It was wrong, so very wrong...but god help me, I knew it would happen again. And this time, I wouldn't protest.