To Err is Human

To Err is Human

by Pan

Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.

We all make mistakes, right?

Like, if we were to go around judging everyone for every little mistake they make... well, who wants to live in that world?

I make mistakes. You make mistakes. And, god bless her, even my Mom makes mistakes.

So when I came home from school one day and she accidentally kissed me, I didn't make a big deal of it.

It took me a few moments to realize what must have happened. Mom had just been cooking, and... I dunno, maybe everyone does this (I don't spend a lot of time watching other people cook) but whenever she's making something, she likes to taste-test it.

Not just at the end, when it's done. All throughout the cooking process, Mom is always popping things in her mouth. She'll slice up a carrot and have a piece, she'll mix milk into the sauce and immediately some of it will be in her mouth.

And so when I got home, dropped my backpack on the floor and wandered into the living room to say hi, she must've still been in that cooking frame of mind. Because instead of a friendly smile and a "How was your day?", Mom shot me a look, grabbed my collar (I was wearing a button-up shirt, trying out a new look), pulled me towards her, and before I knew what was happening, her tongue was down my throat.

I've been kissed before. Not a lot, but y'know... I know how it works. And so when Mom's lips pressed against mine, I knew what to do. She pressed her body against mine, and my hands instinctively found her waist, pulling us closer together as our tongues explored each others mouths. She let out a soft moan (I guess I "tasted" good?) and we kept going for almost a minute before she broke away, panting slightly, eyes wide.

I didn't say anything; like I said, if I started calling Mom out for all her little mistakes, she'd probably do the same for me. And god knows I make my fair share of mistakes.

So Mom just shot me a saucy smile, I grinned nervously in response, and I walked back to my bedroom, feeling kind of... strange.

It was just the two of us at dinner that night - Dad was working late again. I know it frustrates Mom when he does that, but she tries not to get me involved in their arguments. She's a really good Mom.

But it must have been on her mind (or maybe something else was distracting her) because when she came to collect my plate, she accidentally knocked my spoon onto the ground. We'd had gumbo; a bit of an unusual recipe for Mom, but I think she was having fun trying new things.

I offered to get it, of course, but Mom shot me that look again and insisted she'd grab it.

Well, when she ducked below the table to get my spoon, she must have gotten confused, because she accidentally unzipped my pants and pulled them down. I figure she must have slipped or something; embarrassing, but not the end of the world.

Except then (while looking for the spoon, I assume) I felt her hand start exploring me through my boxers. Now, normally that would be... well, weird, but not a huge issue. Except she kept on feeling and groping, looking for the spoon (I glanced down and actually saw it sitting right beside my chair; I'm honestly not sure how she missed it) and as a result I got hard.

Obviously my first instinct was to say something, but when I glanced down, Mom gave me a firm look, and I fell silent.

It occurred to me how ashamed she'd feel if I pointed out what she was doing. "Hey Mom, that's not a spoon, that's your teenage son's erection." Like I said, we all make mistakes, so I figured the least I could do was not make my mother feel self-conscious about hers.

So I bit my tongue as she (presumably thinking she'd found the spoon) grabbed my cock and started rubbing it.

And yeah, this is one of those moments where I wish I knew exactly what to say. "No, Mom, you're jerking me off!" "That's not the spoon!" "Mom, you're getting your son off!"

Yeah. None of those were right.

And to make it worse, I can't deny - it felt kind of good.

Like I said, I've been kissed before, but that's about as far as I've gone. So when Mom pulled my cock out of my boxers and started rubbing it with her bare hand, I felt a thrill go up my spine. Her hand felt warm and soft, and every time her fingers rubbed over the head of my cock it sent little shocks of pleasure through me.

Mom continued stroking me, this hungry look in her eyes, but I figure she must have just been excited to find the spoon. Although now that I think about it, I don't know why she didn't pick it up and return it to the table... but I'm glad she didn't. That could have hurt!

After a few minutes, the inevitable happened. My legs started shaking uncontrollably, and within seconds I was shooting a thick wad of cum across Mom's face, spattering her lips, nose and forehead.

I mentioned that Mom is a taster - well, just as I began spluttering out an apology, Mom's pink tongue came out from between her parted lips and licked at my semen, like nothing was wrong at all.

Apparently she liked the taste, because her hands moved up and she started scooping it into her mouth. When she was done, she moved her attention to my cock - a little of my seed had dribbled down the side, and she cleaned it up with her tongue, then wiped her chin clean with the back of her hand.

She didn't look embarrassed, so I decided I shouldn't either.

I mean, it was just a mistake, right?

When Dad came home, Mom didn't say anything about her mistakes, and so I decided I wouldn't either. I mean, it was kind of a funny story, but also maybe one of those ones that you had to be there for?

Yeah, it was easy to imagine Dad taking it the wrong way. Like, if I hadn't seen Mom do it with my own eyes, I might have had trouble believing that she accidentally pulled my dick out and jerked it off onto her face, before licking herself - and me - clean.

So I followed Mom's example, staying quiet about what happened.

Dad turned in early, but Mom and I (maybe feeling closer, because of our shared secret?) stayed up to watch a movie.

And then, you're not going to believe this... it happened again.

Not exactly the same way, of course. Like, even at her loopiest, Mom isn't the kind to make the same error twice.

We were sitting next to each other on the couch, watching a film. Actually, that was the first mistake, and I felt bad for not saying anything... Mom had said she was putting on a romcom, but she'd accidentally managed to throw on a pornographic film. I don't even know where she got it, maybe Dad had some old DVDs or something?

I was going to say something, but then she threw me this look, and I realized that if I said anything, I'd just embarrass her.

So I kept silent, as we watched "MILF Lust 8". To make sure Mom didn't feel uncomfortable, I made some joke about not having seen the first 7.

Mom laughed, and we sat there as the film played out. I won't bother recapping the "plot"; it was basically just an excuse for busty MILFs to fuck the neighborhood boys.

Then, when the film was wrapping up, Mom reached over to grab the remote, and...

Well, you won't believe what she accidentally grabbed instead.

Now, this time I feel like I have to take at least a little of the blame. I'm not really into MILF porn, and you'd think watching it while sitting next to my mother would be an instant boner-killer, but... apparently not? So yeah, when Mom's hand went looking for the remote, she instead found my hardness.

Just like earlier that day, she immediately grabbed hold of it and started rubbing it up and down through my pants. She shot me a look, and I just couldn't bring myself to say anything. God, I felt so bad for her... but at the same time, I can't deny, it felt pretty good.

She must have just been trying to work out what she'd grabbed, because she didn't stop. After a minute or so, she even unzipped my pants to touch my cock directly. Really trying to get a grip - no pun intended - on what she'd accidentally gotten her hands on. And, just like at dinner, it felt great. It was just her fingers, running up and down over my shaft, but it felt amazing. I was already hard from the film, but as Mom's hands worked on me, I felt my erection grow harder and harder.

At some point she got on her knees, presumably to inspect the 'remote' and work out what it was. Even that didn't help, because it wasn't long before...

Well, I told you my Mom was a taster?

Yeah. In her attempts to work out what she'd accidentally picked up, Mom moved her mouth onto my cock. I wanted to say something - anything! - but when she looked up at me, she had this look in her eyes, and I just couldn't bring myself to speak up.

As well as that... look, I'm not going to lie.

It felt amazing.

I'd thought that Mom's hand on my erection had felt good; well, the warmth of her mouth around my dick was a hundred times better. I groaned in pleasure as she sucked me off, and it wasn't long before I was shooting another load. This time, Mom didn't need to clean it off her face, she just swallowed it down hungrily, looking up at me with what I can only describe as motherly love.

After I came into Mom's mouth, she must have worked out what was happening, because she stood up, and reached out for my hand. It took me a moment to work out what was happening - she was so embarrassed that she wanted to go straight to bed, so we could sleep it off and pretend the whole thing never happened.

And that probably would've worked, except... well, Mom must have been flustered, because she accidentally went to the wrong room.

When she pulled me into my bedroom, I thought she was going to tuck me in or something, but she surprised me by moving her lips to mine and kissing me passionately. It didn't take me long to work out what had happened; she'd meant to go to her bedroom and make out with Dad, but in all the confusion she'd gotten the two of us mixed up.

And look, I was starting to get pretty confused myself. I mean, this was my mother, but she'd made me feel so good with her mouth and hands and tongue. To my surprise I found myself responding to her kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close.

My hands slid down, grabbing hold of her hips, and grasping her firm ass through her jeans. This just encouraged her, and soon she pulled away from the kiss, pushed me onto my bed, and straddled my lap.

This is where I should've stopped her and corrected her mistake, but Mom had this hungry look in her eyes, and I fell silent.

Maybe it was wrong, or selfish, but... I knew she was making a mistake (no mother would ever kiss her own son deliberately, of course) but it felt so good, and I just couldn't bring myself to stop it.

Soon our hands were all over each other's bodies, and Mom was grinding her pussy against my crotch, making me hard once more. As we kissed, I slid my hands up her shirt, cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly. She moaned into my mouth, and my cock twitched under her.

Finally, Mom broke the kiss and leaned forward, reaching down to undo my belt and unzip my pants. As they fell to the floor, Mom knelt down, and started sucking on my cock.

I don't know if she thought it was the remote, or a spoon, or Dad's dick - all I knew was how good it felt, being deep throated by my mother.

Her mouth was warm and wet, and I felt my cock slide into her mouth easily, sliding down her throat. I was shocked at how good Mom was at sucking cock, and I groaned loudly as Mom worked her tongue around my member. Her left hand gripped my shaft tightly, and her right arm reached up to grasp my balls.

Despite having just unloaded into my mother's throat, I knew I could've cum again... but as I felt myself getting close, Mom stopped. "I want you," she groaned, and even though I knew she thought I was my Dad, I didn't say a word, just nodded.

The sight of Mom slowly undressing for me was a thousand times hotter than any porno. Just watching her pull her shirt over her head and reveal her bra was enough to make me want to lose control and shoot all over her chest.

Mom looked up at me and smiled gently as she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her tits were larger than I expected, with large pink nipples. God... I wanted to suck them, to bite them, to have my hands all over them.

Then she peeled off her jeans, and I could see her soaking wet panties. I gasped as Mom stepped out of her clothes, giving me a full view of her body, before she returned to the bed and began kissing me once more.

My hands ran over every inch of Mom's skin, and I loved the sounds of pleasure as she moaned into my mouth. When she slipped her hand down and grasped my cock once, I almost lost it right there and then.

But I held back, wanting to be ready for her, and when Mom lifted her leg and straddled me I knew I'd done the right thing. I groaned as I thrust into her, my cock sliding smoothly into Mom's hot pussy. It was wetter than I'd expected, slick with her juices. She was so tight around my cock; I'd never felt anything like it.

Mom's eyes were closed, her lips parted as she breathed in and out slowly, enjoying the sensation. I had to be careful not to thrust too fast, because I didn't want to hurt my Mom, but as she felt me hold back, she opened her eyes.

"Fuck me hard," she growled, and my eyes widened. It was possible that she'd misspoken; Mom had been making so many mistakes that night, but something told me that she meant it.

Mom liked to be fucked hard. It was something that no son should know about their mother... something that I wouldn't have known, if Mom hadn't somehow gotten the bedrooms confused.

But since she'd asked so directly... well, who was I to argue?

"Yes'm," I grunted, and began ploughing into her with all that I was worth. Over and over again I slammed into my mother, pounding her wet pussy so hard that I was worried I'd hurt her. But as hard as I gave it to her, she was able to take it, moaning and gasping as I drove myself into her.

Mom's breasts bounced wildly beneath her, and I loved the sound of them slapping against her chest. Her pelvis rocked against mine, and it was all I could do to keep on top of her. The room filled with the sound of flesh on flesh, mixed with Mom's pleasure and my own short breaths.

I was close, too - I could feel my climax building up inside me, and I gritted my teeth in preparation. Then, without warning, Mom arched her back, pushing herself closer to my cock, and screamed out my name.

My eyes widened. Oh, shit. Had she worked out that she'd gone into the wrong room?

Mom collapsed on top of me, giggling as she ground against my still-hard cock. When she noticed that I'd frozen in terror, her eyes widened, stared into mine, and all of a sudden I worked out what had happened.

It was a mistake on top of a mistake. Mom, of course, thought that she was in her own bedroom, fucking my father. Her first mistake was coming into the wrong room and fucking her son, instead... but then on top of that, while fucking who she thought was my Dad, she'd called out the wrong name!

Two wrongs, in this case, accidentally made a right... but I was able to relax, knowing that Mom still thought that she was fucking my old man.

She'd just accidentally cried out my name in her moment of orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby," she whispered, rocking her hips back and forth on top of me. "I want you to cum inside me."

I groaned at the thought. I knew I shouldn't - none of this should be happening. It was nothing but an unlikely series of accidents... but since it was happening, didn't it make sense for me to enjoy it?

I don't know if that logic completely held up, but I was so turned on that I didn't care. My own mother had just reached a screaming climax, crying out my name as she fucked me on my bed, and I needed to cum as well.

I needed to cum, and Mom wanted me to.

So maybe it wasn't right, but I knew I was going to do it. I was going to cum inside my own mother. And we were both going to love every second of it.

"That's right, baby," Mom cooed as I started sliding in and out of her once more. "Fuck me. Fuck me like you've always wanted to."

It was a strange comment for a women to make to who she thought was her husband, but I let it slide. The feeling of Mom's tightness around my cock just felt so good, and I was hardly in the mood to question anything.

"Fuck me," she groaned. "Do it. You're such a good boy. Fuck me. Please. Please, fuck me. Do it. Fill your mother with your seed!"

With that last comment, I felt my balls tighten up, and I knew I was going to do exactly what I was told. With a loud grunt, I buried my cock deep into Mom's pussy and exploded with pleasure, pumping spurt after spurt of my cum into her. Mom gasped, her legs tightening around my waist as she rode out my orgasm.

Once I'd finished, I slumped back into the pillows, panting heavily, until Mom crawled off of me, and moved to lie beside me.

"Oh, baby," she sighed, stroking my cheek. "You sure know how to fuck a woman."

My mouth opened... I had to do it. I had to tell Mom about the mistake she'd made, going into the wrong room, fucking her son instead of her husband. But as I began to speak, Mom looked me in the eyes again, and I realized I couldn't.

I couldn't embarrass my Mom like that. I couldn't tell her that she'd accidentally fucked her own child, or that she'd called out my name, or even that she'd referred to herself as my mother during intercourse. She'd be so ashamed, and I just couldn't do that to her.

Besides, if I drew attention to it... she probably wouldn't do it again.

"Good boy," Mom smirked, before kissing me lightly on the cheek. "Now, if you get hard again, you can fuck my ass..."

My eyes widened. God, who knew that Mom was so filthy? Or that she called my father 'good boy'?

As I felt my erection growing, I knew I'd made the right decision.

After all, we all make mistakes.