*Mommas Boy*

While visiting my son for the weekend we realize our desire for one another is undeniable. He decides to stay with me at the hotel...

In 2023, I received an invitation from the university announcing mother-son day. I read it thoroughly before calling my son, Michael. Being a freshman, I was surprised they granted him such liberties. I suppose most young men like himself wouldn't be so enthused by the idea of mother-son day, yet Michael and I have a unique relationship indeed.

Upon arrival there was a growing population of mothers attending, for the first time in my life, I felt old. We were supposed to meet at the arena, yet I struggled to find it, so I went to his dorm room instead. After knocking on the door, a young man opened it wide.

"Hello, is Michael here?" I asked.
"No ma'am, he went to meet his mother," he replied.
"I couldn't find him," I said.

His expression shifted as he looked at me from head to toe, "you're his mom?!?!" he asked. "The one and only," I replied with a giggle. He offered to walk me to where he was waiting, "Please" I replied. The faint odor of something familiar was radiating down the hallway, "someone's having fun," I said as I waited by the door.

Just the clicking of my heels alone seemed to intrigue my guide as we strolled across campus. He was adorable. "There he is," he said as he pointed to the right. I reached out and squeezed his hand, 'thank you Jeremy' I said. He was a bit smitten.

I approached Michael and squeezed him tight, "I've missed you," I said, then I kissed his cheek. "Who's your friend?" I asked. "Oh, that's Jeremy," he said as he waved to him. "He was very helpful," I said "Yeah, lol, I'll bet he was," he said. I smacked his arm, "be nice."

Michael walked me around the campus for a brief tour. We passed many mothers and sons along the way. "I rented a hotel room for the weekend," I said as I curled my arm around his bicep. "Is that an invitation?" he asked. I just winked at him as we continued to stroll.

It wasn't long until we encountered some of his friends. I did my best to ignore their lingering surprise as they passed by. Just then a sexy young brunette walked past offering a gentle smile, "so many to choose from," I said, as I turned to peek at her ass.

We continued the tour which included his dorm room itself. A large stereo and an open bag of cheese puffs was the first thing I saw. I recall those days well. "My oh my," I said as I stared at the collage of centerfolds on the back wall. "Jeremy," he said as he blushed. "Do you guys always blame Jeremy?" I said with a wink. "Jeremy has good tastes," I said as I stood closer to that wall admiring the ladies.

We attended the special dinner they arranged for us all. It was a sea of mothers and sons. "That's your mom?!?" seemed to be the phrase of the week, it certainly was at dinner. The meal was well prepared, and delicious. Following dessert, a band began to perform while mothers dragged their sons to the dancefloor, under dire protest. It brought great laughter amongst the crowd of onlookers.

The ballroom felt quite as Michael and I slow danced, for several songs in a row. I know it's merely paranoia, yet one can't help feeling like everyone was witnessing something unspoken. "Do you wanna get out of here?" I whispered into his ear. Leaving so abruptly only added to suspicion. That long dance raised our internal temperature indeed.

As soon as we got into the car, Michael looked around for intruders, then he planted one on my lips. I countered with a twist of my own. We broke from the kiss so suddenly, "Jesus Michael, we have to be careful," I said, as I wiped my lipstick from his mouth. Then I kissed him again.

"Are you sleeping in your dorm tonight,...or are you sleeping with me?" I asked.
"Drive," he said.

It's difficult to describe that ride to the hotel. Intimacy for us began during the height of the pandemic, yet that flame still burns bright. I promised myself I would discontinue our affair once the restrictions lifted, yet I haven't.

"How hard are you right now?" I asked.
"Feel," he replied.

I reached over and placed my hand on the bulge in his jeans as I entered onto the freeway. "Jesus Michael," I whispered. I'm unable to avoid the impulsive response to stop, yet I won't let it stand in my way.

"Your left hand was a bit low during our dance," I said as I merged into traffic, "really low," I added.
"I forget sometimes," he replied.
"I do too," I said softly, "I do too."

By the time we arrived at the hotel his hand was clutching the car door handle. Perhaps my leg shot was to blame as well. I poured it on during the ride. "Welcome Moms," the sign read as is flashed so brightly. "You're in for it, Mister," I said as I exited the car.

Even the front desk staff sensed our anxiousness as we waited for the key card. "We have the entire third floor reserved for you mothers and sons," she said so proudly. "Room 328," she said, then she handed me the key card. As soon as the elevator doors closed, we engaged in another kiss. "I want you so bad," he whispered. "Michael," I whispered back.

Our pace down the hallway was unmistakable. Upon entering the room, we simply attacked each other. That kiss was deeper than the Pacific, yet I held my ground. "Jesus Michael," I whispered as he felt my ass. I felt like the entire campus was watching. "Michael," I whispered as he began ravishing my neck. Nothing stirs me faster, and he knew that. Those alarm bells that used to ring so loud, were now silent. My knees trembled when I felt him touch my breast. I stepped away and immediately began stripping, as I stared into his eyes. It was a race.

"How bad do you want me?" I asked.
"Oh mom," was all he could muster as he gazed at my appearing flesh.

Foreplay got pushed to the side in favor of penetration. Missionary position ensued immediately. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," we cried out, as soon as we were once again molded together, as one. "God, I've missed you," he said as he frantically ground his hips. I dug my nails into his shoulders and nestled my face in the crease of his neck. His throbbing piston was so hard. His giant mushroom was plowing so deep, that I shuddered an orgasm quickly.

"AAAAaaahhhhhh," I gasped as I scratched his shoulders.
"Ohhh god Michael,"... Jesus!"

The sounds a mother makes in the heat of passion must tickle the mind of a willing son. The way he held me close when I came was so endearing. "You like that?" he whispered. I wrapped my legs around his torso and locked my ankles behind his back, "I like this a lot," I replied. I held on tight as he proceeded to saw his mother in half. "Jesus CHRIST!" I hollered as that hotel bed began to squeak.

Every cell in my body sizzled with every forward thrust. A tsunami of sensations overwhelmed my ability to speak. I was once again at my sons mercy. My firm body jiggled like Jello as he rattled my bones.

"OOOOOhhhhhhhh Michael!!!" I cried as I shuddered another orgasm.
"Yes mom!, YES!" he yelled.

Before I could gather myself he posed me on all fours. "Michael Allen!" I said as I looked over my shoulder. "You're so bad," I said as I playfully smirked back at him. His expression was captivating, that needful eye of a willing son. Just replanting my knees made me complicit, arching my back made me guilty indeed.

"Look at your ass, omg," Michael said as he held my cheeks so firmly in his hands. I popped a squeal when I felt his mushroom slide inside me. "OH!!!" I cried out. His panting breath was so heavy.

"AAAAaaaaaahhhhhhhh," I gasped as I felt his thick veiny shaft stretch my walls.
"Oh Michael, my god," I whispered.

I reached for the headboard and gripped it tight as he found his rhythm. "That's it Michael, yesssss," I whispered. Just feeling my ass bounce off his body was so exhilarating. Seconds later, that squeaky bed began to chirp. He took me nice and deep, stroking my cheeks along the way, it was divine! The third floor was rockin' a secret indeed.

"Oh, fuck mom," he said, over and over. My passionate sighs filled his ears. Hearing my ass clap was stirring my psyche, "how's that feel sweetheart?" I asked. "Ohhhhh mom, fucking great," he replied, "fucking great." "I'm getting close," he said as he began panting even louder. "Yeah?" I cried out. "Here it comes!!!" he yelled then his body spasmed so uncontrollably as he dumped his load inside me.

"OOOOoohhhh,..."AAAaaahhhhh,....aaaahhhhh god mom," he shouted.
"Yesss Michael," I whispered back, let me have it."

Feeling his cock pulsating inside me is difficult to describe as his mother, at times it makes me dizzy with arousal. I tossed myself backwards demanding every drop. He shuddered his last few drops inside me as his body quivered. The withdraw, is insanely erotic, truly. I could feel the remnants dripping from my pussy.
We collapsed in each others arms on the bed,

"OMG Michael,...what the hell."
"I hope this never ends," he said as he quickly gathered his breath.
"Oh Michael, it's so good, so good," I replied.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Midnight," he replied.
"We checked in at nine-thirty," I said and we both giggled collectively.
"You are a stud my friend," I said as I kissed his lips.
He giggled shyly. I fell asleep soon thereafter.

The following morning, I took him out for breakfast. As we exited our room, the housekeeper was preparing to service our room, "Oh, he's such a handsome son," she said. "Did you sleep well?" she asked. "We both had a wonderful night thank you," I replied.

As we ate our breakfast it struck me. I dropped my fork and ran my hand through my hair, "oh damn," I said softly, (the room has two double beds yet only one was used), I said to myself.

Sitting together for breakfast was rather intense that afternoon. Shy smiles and tender winks. That reset button was hard to reach. All I could think about was the housekeepers discovery all afternoon.

We strolled around the village and toured some shops. "This is fun," I said as I held his hand at times during our excursion. I paid no attention to those who gave us a second look, yet they were right. Our romantic vibe is always so endearing, and it was in full bloom that afternoon.

We were an hour into a movie at a local theater when I felt his hand rest on my thigh. My pulse shifted, yet I turned and gave him a tender smile. I could feel the sweat in the palm of his hand. My pulse increased and quickly. Flashbacks soon followed.

"Can we go back to the hotel?" he asked. I felt that heat radiating between my legs.
"On one condition, you drive," I whispered into his ear.

Just knowing what was going to happen as we exited the theater excited me immensely, (I'm gonna go fuck my son) I said to myself, I was soaked to the bone. He was sooooo charged too, the way he looked at me was, omg.

I stroked his ear as he drove us back to the hotel. I remained silent for the first few miles, then I rested his hand back on my thigh, "you shouldn't tease your mother like that," I said so seductively.

"I couldn't resist," he said, as he stared at my legs.
"Keep your eyes on the road Mister," I said and giggled.
"Can I ask you something?" I said softly.
"I saw the cover for the movie 'Taboo' laying on the floor in your dorm," I said.
"How do you feel when you watch it?" I asked.
"I get so turned on, and I also feel sooooo lucky!!!" he said with a huge smile.
"Jeremy is hooked on it," he added.
"Oh really," I replied, "interesting" I added.
"It makes me feel very fortunate and very aroused," I said.

Michael twisted his head quickly towards me, "You've seen it too?!?!" he asked. I just silently smiled in return. "Omg," he whispered, "omg."

We darted through the lobby enroute to the elevators, 'out-of-service' the sign read. Our pace up the stairs was riddled with anticipation. Even the sound of my heels sounded somewhat flirtatious. "This is magical," he said as we approached the door. We were so eager.

I tossed my clutch on the bed and immediately kissed my son. His hands were all over me. He pressed me against the wall and slid his hand up my skirt, "Paul," I whispered. He knew what that meant instantly. Using the sons name from the movie 'Taboo' stirred him immensely, he ravished me.

"Take off my blouse," I said so clearly.
"Oh god mom," he whispered as he began unbuttoning it.

I stared so lustfully into his eyes. He was dying. He pulled my blouse open, raised my bra, and attacked my breasts. He bathed his mothers chest alright, his hungry mouth sucked my nipples so hard. I gripped a nearby chair as my knees began to buckle, it was that good. I squealed when he picked me up and tossed me on the bed, "Whewww, such a tiger," I replied as I watched him tear off his clothes. "Don't keep your mother waiting," I said so seductively. After seeing that movie cover, I could resist taunting him.

I quickly laid in the opposite direction, hinting a sixty-nine. He took the bait. As he rested on his side, I gazed at his throbbing cock that was right in my face. He yanked my leg high and submerged his face between my legs. As his mother, there is nothing more fulfilling than that exact moment, it's beyond erotic. 'Feeling' my sons appetite is indescribable. Sucking my sons cock is electrifying, every time. Forbidden fruit is so delicious. Sometimes, I wish there was someone watching.

I knew Michael was overcome with arousal knowing I watched the movie 'Taboo' as well. My strategy in seducing him over the years was beginning to unfold before his eyes. He grabbed my hips and rolled me over on top of him. "Oh yes!" I sighed in response. I smothered my loving son, with no remorse. "Eat that Michael," I said almost aggressively. I leaned over and slid his youthful cock so deep in my mouth. In that position, it's a lollipop.

"Ohhhhh mom," he whispered, as he gasped so loudly. I jammed him all the way to his balls. "Ohhhhh fuck!" he cried out. I couldn't wait any longer, I wanted to feel him inside me. I spun around, now positioned to ride him. His anxiousness tickled my psyche, "are you ready?" I asked.

"Oh god mom, PLEASE!" he said so desperately. I slid him inside and rocked my hips until I took it all, "Ohhh damn Michael!" I hollered.
"You're so big!" I yelped.

I froze while I adjusted to his size, then I began to ride. How does a mother describe riding her son. It violates every policy ever written, and it feels amazing! Everything is heightened, the texture, the girth, it's all encompassing.

"Michael Allen!" I cried as I bounced with joy.
"You like that?" I whispered. He grabbed my hips and began twisting himself inside me, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck mom!" he cried as he stared at the ceiling.
"Cum for me sweetheart," I said so softly, "cum in your mother."
"Give it to me," I said soooooo seductively.

Those words drove him over the edge. It stirred him immensely hearing me talk like that. He roared an enormous load inside me, enormous.

"AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,.... I'm,...cummminggggg," he squealed.

The following morning, I was served 'morning wood,' for breakfast, and it was delicious! The kind of wake-up call that some mothers fantasize about. I wrapped my legs around him and drifted off into oblivion. I couldn't help but wonder if our housekeeper was outside our door, listening. I still couldn't shake her discovery.

He melted into the seat as I drove us back to the campus. I too was basking in our secret, my body, so pleasantly sore. He wanted to show me something, so I followed him to his dorm room. When he opened the door, there was Jeremy sitting on the sofa playing a video game.

"Oh hello," he said as he readjusted his seating.
"I'll be right back," Michael said, as I stood by the sofa.
"How are you doing today, Jeremy," I said rather flirtatiously.

His eyes were round indeed. I purposely looked down at that movie cover (Taboo) and picked it up off the floor. Jeremy became very restless. As I stared at the cover I whispered, "Paul,"... then I rested in back on the floor.

Jeremys expression was fabulous. He looked at me like, "you've seen it too?!?"
"MMM", I uttered softly as I smiled at him. He was completely stunned. "Here it is," Michael said as he handed me the letter.

As I quietly read the letter, I could see Jeremys mind working overtime. I wondered if Jeremy was able to put two and two together on that subject. He gazed at both Michael and I with great suspicion.

I've been back to visit Michael on several different occasions since then. Jeremy and I have shared some lingering smiles that I'm certain made him horny too. I'd like to take him as well. The mind is an erotic neighborhood. /Carrie