Football

Oh god, I don't know where to begin. It was just supposed to be a normal night, you know? Just a regular mother-son outing to support Mike at his big football match. But fuck me, it turned into so much more than that.

We got to the hotel after the game - Mike's team won, by the way. I was so proud of my boy. Anyways, I started drinking at the bar to celebrate. I mean, it's not every day your kid scores the winning touchdown. So I had a few too many gin and tonics. Maybe six or seven? I lost count after a while.

Next thing I know, Mike's helping me back to our room. We only had one keycard and he had to practically carry my drunk ass up the stairs. God, I must have looked like such a mess.

I remember vaguely Mike getting me onto the bed. He took off my shoes and I think he even changed me into my pajamas. What a sweet boy. He really does take after his father that way. But anyway...

I must have dozed off for a bit, because the next thing I remember is feeling something big and hard poking between my legs. At first I thought it was just a dream. A very vivid, erotic dream involving my ex-husband's impressive manhood. But then I opened my eyes and realized it was Mike, on top of me, rubbing his cock against my pussy through my panties.

"Mike, what are you doing?" I slurred, my head still fuzzy from the booze.

"Shh, just relax Mom," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I need this. I need you."

Before I could protest any further, he pulled my panties aside and pushed his thick cock deep into my wet cunt. I gasped as he filled me up, stretching me out in the most delicious way. It had been so long since I'd been with a man. And fuck, had Mike grown up. His cock was huge!

He started moving slowly at first, letting me get used to his size. I could feel every throbbing inch of him sliding in and out of me. It felt so good, I couldn't help but moan.

"That's it Mom," Mike encouraged, picking up the pace. "Take my cock. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he began pounding into me harder and faster. The bed creaked beneath us with each powerful thrust. My tits bounced as he hammered away at my needy cunt.

"Oh fuck, Mike!" I heard myself moan loudly. "Your cock feels so good in my pussy! Don't stop baby, please don't stop!"

He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back toward my head, giving him even deeper access. I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my ass with each brutal stroke. He was fucking me like a wild animal in heat.
"Yes, yes, YES!" I screamed as the pleasure built to a fever pitch inside me.

That seemed to push him over the edge. With one final powerful thrust, he buried his cock as deep as it would go and unleashed a torrent of thick, creamy cum deep inside my hungry cunt.

I could feel it shooting out of him in hot spurts, coating my walls with his sticky spunk. My pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

Afterwards, we lay there in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both panting for breath. Mike pulled out and I could feel his cum starting to leak out of me. I reached down and scooped some up with my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean.

"Mmm, you taste good baby," I purred.

Mike just smiled and kissed me deeply, our tongues entwining. Then he flipped me over onto my hands and knees and got behind me. His hard cock slid back into my cum-soaked pussy like it belonged there.

And then he fucked me again. Harder and deeper this time, like he wanted to split me in two. Like he wanted to prove that this was more than just a one-time drunken mistake.

He fucked me until I passed out from sheer exhaustion and overstimulation. When I woke up the next morning, I could barely walk. My pussy was raw and sore, but in the most delicious way. And Mike was still asleep beside me, his arm draped across my waist.

I knew I should feel ashamed, guilty even. Incest is wrong, right? But fuck, it felt so good. Mike's cock was incredible. And the way he fucked me...like he owned me, like he knew exactly what I needed...it was addictive.

So what if he's my son? So what if society says it's taboo? All I know is that Mike's cock is the best I've ever had and I want more of it. No, I NEED more of it.

I gently woke Mike with a blowjob, taking his already hardening cock into my mouth and sucking him back to full mast. Then I climbed on top and rode him until we both came again.

God help me, but I think this might be the start of a beautiful relationship.