Hungry Son Fingers/Fucks His Mother

I knew I shouldn't like it but I did. There I was, staring into the eyes of my boy, the child I carried for nine months, the child I raised, who used to play with tiny toy trucks and Legos. That same kid was now all grown up- and hell I knew it. It feels like just yesterday I was teaching him how to aim with his "wewe" to pee. Now, I was holding that same dick in my hand.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I say, my voice hitched in my throat. My husband was just in the other room, snoring loudly. My son Tommy and I stayed up to watch a movie like we used to. He was going off to college in less than a month, I thought we should celebrate by doing one last movie night. That was my plan for us two. He had another.

"Tell me we should stop then," he spoke softly, yet his tone was as firm as his cock. There was this, dominant side to him rearing its head, a side I had never seen before.

He was taking initiative, although some could say my short nightdress was tempting. But I justified it with his hunger, the look in his eyes was unlike anything I'd ever seen. Before I could even say a word, he pushed my upper body back against the couch, the movie playing softly in the background. Pinned to the sofa, he encroached his bare legs between my knees, pushing my legs apart until my nightdress barely danced over my dripping wet hole. The only barrier now was my panties, white and soaked at the sight of my son.

Tommy grinned at the sight of me; a hitched chuckle escaped his lips. "I don't think I ever made Erika this wet," he spoke in a whisper, leaning close to my ear, "I haven't even stuck my fingers in you yet."

My body was pulsing red, flushed from the idea. My pussy had grown tight and lonely from my husband's neglect. I was only 36, and yet- my husband stopped initiating anything after our second born. I'd been craving this, and despite how depraved it was that my sensual fantasies were being fulfilled by my son, I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan as he trailed his fingers across my upper thigh.

"Oh fuck," I involuntarily press my thigh into his hand, as he gently caressed up to the crease of my leg and hips, a tickling sensation emerged from his light touch.

"You like that, little girl?" He groaned in a deep tone, despite our situation- I felt like a teenager again. I hadn't been touched this gently since Jason Maverick in my senior year of high school.

"Yes, oh god yes Daddy..." I don't know what came over me, why of all pet names that was the one I called him. But he started it.

"Good girl," he whispered in my ear, and kissed my neck. His fingers played with the entrance to my panties, before suddenly: he mercilessly dived in. I was sopping wet, and his touch only made me wetter. He slid his finger across my entrance teasingly, dragging my wetness all the way up to my clit, circling the bead. I moaned, softly- my body growing more and more eager to take him.

He finally stopped tempting me and slid two of his fingers into my entrance. I took him eagerly, moving my hips with his rhythm as he thrusted his fingers in and out. My breath quickened with his pace, he was hungry... and so was I. His cock was still hard and ready, but he took care of me first, prepared me to take him. He curled his fingers as he pushed and pulled, the friction almost engulfing me in a sea of ecstasy. He kissed my neck while he fingered my hole, faster and faster. My legs were shaking, my face flushed red, body overheating.

I felt a climax on the horizon, but before I could reach it, he quickly ripped his fingers out and plunged his ready dick inside of me. I hadn't taken a cock this thick in years; it would have hurt terribly if he didn't prepare me so graciously.

"Good girl... you take me so well..." he grunted, not bothering to start slow again. He didn't need to; we were both good and ready. He thrusted his fat cock into me, his balls pounding against my lower ass. His breaths and thrusts were quick and hard, each one sending me deeper and deeper into nirvana. He kissed me and held me while he fucked me so viciously. So hard. So fast.

"Ah- God," I moaned suddenly. Loud. Much louder than I should have. We suddenly halted our motion, as I heard a groan from my husband in the other room.

"Everything okay?" He yelled, I turned red.

"Yeah, of course- just, scary movie," I yelled back.

My son withdrew his giant cock from my hole before either of us could climax. My husband walked into the TV room, eyes groggy and tired.

"Christ, you woke me up for nothing," He mumbled.

I sighed, my son: covered in a blanket, threw his pants back on and sighed.

"Until next movie night."