My son's secret

As a woman who had once been pretty, it wasn’t easy getting older. I was forty-four, and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining things, but it felt like I got less and less attention. I remembered it like it was yesterday when I was nineteen and every man wanted to flirt with me … Oh, how time flies.

The divorce at forty didn’t help me either. Now I lived alone with my son. Even if I was older, I was still really, really horny. I didn’t need lubricant when using my toys, and I still got wet naturally. But toys weren’t enough for me to climax. I wanted the real thing … I wanted a cock.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My pencil skirt hugged my hips, and the V-neck top gave my chest a youthful look. My breasts were bell-shaped and sagged a little, but the push-up bra created a natural cleavage. I had a few fine lines around my eyes, but my skin was still mostly smooth, and my hair was still golden.

I wasn’t unattractive, but I had lost that bright, youthful glow.

My nineteen-year-old son, Alex, was handsome, tall, good-looking and polite. I was proud of him. As far as I knew, he wasn’t sexually active. After working out in the gym, he usually stayed home and played computer games. I didn’t really mind. It just meant more quality time with him.

But recently, I started having forbidden fantasies that I tried to ignore. And eventually, I got so horny that ignoring them became impossible.

They were about my son, how he would take me like a man, but I knew they were just fantasies for now.

*****

Later that day, I was in the kitchen finishing dinner when I heard the front door open. Alex stepped inside, his gym bag hanging off one shoulder.

“Hey, Mom,” he said. “I think I messed up my leg … It’s killing me.”

I wiped my hands on a towel and walked over to him. “Let me take a look. Sit down for a second.”

He sat down on a chair and pushed his shorts up his leg. I grabbed the tube of anti-inflammatory cream from the cabinet and knelt beside him. The angle put me close enough for him to see my cleavage.

“Tell me where it hurts,” I said.

He pressed his hand against the inside of his thigh. “Right here. I think I stretched too far during squats.”

I squeezed cream onto my fingers and started rubbing it gently into his skin. His thigh was warm and firm, the muscles tight from his workout. I massaged his thigh, easing the tension as he sighed.

“Does that feel okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, that feels really good. Thank you, Mom.”

I smiled up at him, admiring his good looks. He had that youthful glow that I missed, and smooth skin, thick, golden hair and a rosy blush. I looked at his broad shoulders and big hands, feeling that maternal pride, but the moment my eyes drifted to the side, I froze for half a second.

His shorts had shifted just enough for me to see his bulge. At first, it was just the shape. It was thick and heavy against the clothing. I tried to look away, focusing on his thigh, but when I slid my hand a little higher to blend the cream, the bulge twitched and did this throb that surprisingly turned me on, but it wasn’t just that little jump, but the bulge itself was quite big … almost the size of a Coke bottle.

Alex adjusted himself, which made the clothing pull tighter. I watched it thicken and swell, and my pussy just got wetter.

I forced my hand to stay steady and focus on the task, pretending nothing unusual was happening, even though every part of me was suddenly aware of how close I was to his privates. My fingertips were inches away from something I had no business noticing, and all the sudden, it felt challenging not to accidentally touch him.

“Is the pressure okay?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“Yeah, you’re doing it right.”

His cock pushed harder against the shorts. I should have looked away. I should have stood up and said dinner was ready. Instead, I let my eyes linger and let my panties become damp.

“Mom, that’s fine,” he said suddenly.

“Alright, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

“A little,” he said. His eyes dipped to my cleavage before he looked back up. “Are you going out?”

I glanced down and realized I was still wearing my pencil skirt. “Oh, I just wanted to try on some new clothes,” I said with a dismissive wave. “Does it bother you?”

“No, I think you look great,” he said, his gaze moving over me in a way that made me smile.

He probably didn’t know but that comment meant the world to me.

*****

During dinner, we talked about all the usual things but I kept losing focus. I was still a little turned on from seeing his bulge, and the memory sparked a curiosity I was trying hard to push away.

*****

After we finished eating, Alex went upstairs to shower. I stayed behind, clearing the dishes and trying to focus on anything but the image seared into my brain, the image of his bulge, and the way it had swelled and throbbed.

I rinsed a plate and thought to myself, what was wrong with me? He was my son. But I couldn’t stop imagining what it might look like fully erect and bare, how it might feel in my hand or against my thigh and … inside me.

I shook my head. This was inappropriate. I needed to get myself under control.

I heard the shower stop running upstairs. It had been about twenty minutes since Alex had gone up. He should be done by now. Usually, he’d come back down after his shower to grab a snack or watch TV with me, but tonight, he stayed upstairs.

Was he avoiding me? Or was he… I bit my lip as a thought crossed my mind, was he masturbating? Maybe my dress and cleavage turned him on, and he needed to relieve himself.

The laundry basket by the washing machine caught my eye. It was the perfect excuse. I’d just go up and ask if he had any clothes that needed washing.

I went upstairs, and when I reached his door, I paused. I could hear moaning sounds and grunts coming from inside his bedroom.

I raised my hand to knock but froze. Should I really interrupt him? But curiosity got the better of me, and I gently turned the doorknob, pushing the door open just a crack.

“Alex, do you have any laundry that-”

My eyes widened. Alex was on his bed, completely naked, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it furiously. On his laptop screen, a woman who looked like me was on her knees in front of a young man, calling him stepson as she sucked his cock.

“Mom!” Alex shouted, trying to cover himself but not before I got an eyeful.

His cock was massive, easily eight inches long and so thick my fingers wouldn’t have met if I’d wrapped my hand around it. The head was swollen and purple, glistening with pre-cum, and then it was the thick vein. Gosh, his cock looked hot.

“I’m so sorry!” I said. “I should have knocked. I didn’t realize you were … I’m sorry!”

I backed out quickly and closed the door, leaning against the wall in the hallway. My heart raced, and between my legs, I felt wetness and my soaked panties. My body was responding to what I’d just seen, and I couldn’t deny it.

That cock … my son’s cock. He was so much bigger than his father’s had ever been. Big enough to stretch me in ways I hadn’t felt in my life. And he’d been watching stepmom porn. Not just any porn, but a video of a woman who looked like me pleasuring her stepson.

*****

Later that evening, he was in the living room texting on his phone. I came up to him. “Alex … about earlier. I didn’t mean to walk in on you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to open the door.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” I said. “You’re a grown man.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, well … it’s not exactly something I’m proud of. Most guys wouldn’t brag about being … you know.”

I stepped a little closer. “About being what?”

“Too big,” he said quietly. “It freaks people out.”

“Alex, nothing about you looked wrong. It looked wonderful.”

“I don’t know. A girl told me once it was too much. She said she couldn’t handle it and freaked out. So I just stopped trying with anyone.”

I felt bad for him. “Honey, she was probably inexperienced. That has nothing to do with you.”

He looked at me again, searching my face for reassurance and permission to believe me.

I sat down next to him, close enough to feel his body heat. “If you want,” I said, “I could take a closer look, just to make sure nothing’s wrong. Sometimes it helps to actually see the problem before assuming it’s you.”

He swallowed once. “You’d … do that?”

I nodded. “Only if you’re comfortable. I just want to help.”

He didn’t answer right away. He just stared at me, unsure and nerbous.

After a long moment, he nodded. “Okay.”

He pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from our conversation. As I watched, it swelled further, growing thicker and longer until it stood fully erect against his stomach. Geez, it was thick and long.

He blushed hard. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.

“Don’t apologize,” I said. “It’s a natural reaction.” I studied him for a moment, admiring the impressive length and girth. It was extra thick at the bottom and narrowed a little at the top. The crown was deep purple, cut. It was thick as a Coke bottle and as long as my forearm. I had never seen such a well-endowed man in my life. “Who are you thinking about right now?”

“You.”

“Me? Really?”

“Yeah.” His voice grew stronger. “You’re beautiful, Mom. I’ve always thought so.”

His words warmed my heart. “That’s … that’s flattering. I’ve been feeling so insecure lately. Getting older isn’t easy. I look in the mirror and don’t recognize myself sometimes.”

Alex shook his head firmly. “You’re hot, way hotter than girls my age. They don’t compare.”

“That means the world to me,” I said. Then without thinking, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. “I can’t even get my hand all the way around it,” I marveled. “I’ve never seen one this big before.”

He moaned as I moved my hand experimentally up and down. “Would you mind if I…” I licked my lips, hardly believing what I was about to ask. “Could I suck it a little? I haven’t done this in years.”

“Yes,” he said, not bothering about the taboo. “Please.”

I lowered my head, opened wide and swallowed him whole, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the sensation. He was warm and hard against my tongue, his skin smooth. I felt him throb as I moved my head, swallowing him deeper.

Alex’s hips began to move, gently pushing his cock into my mouth. He cupped my neck, not forcing but guiding me. Each sound he made sent shivers down my spine. He truly enjoyed my blowjob. His moans were so warm that I felt them on my face.

I grew wetter by the second, my panties soaked through. After a few minutes, I pulled back, my lips swollen.

“Let me show you something,” I said, standing up. I unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor, then unhooked my bra. My breasts fell free, not as perky as they once were, but still full. “What do you think? Be honest.”

“They’re beautiful,” Alex said, his eyes wide with wonder and his cock twitching in approval. “Can I touch them?”

I nodded, and he reached out, cupping them gently in his hands. His thumbs brushed over my nipples. I just loved a man’s touch on my privates, and the way he squeezed and explored them. He just made me wetter.

“You have no idea how happy this makes me,” I told him. “To be desired again.”

“I’m glad I can make you feel this way.”

I pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his hips, positioning myself above his cock. I grabbed it and lightly rubbed it against my wet slit. “Are you okay?” I asked him.

He nodded, his cock twitching in my hand. Slowly, I guided it to my vagina and pushed it inside me, gasping as he stretched me as no man had ever done before.

“You’re so big,” I said, moaning as I took him inch by inch. I had to go slow, but it felt so good against my most sensitive part. “God, you feel amazing.”

“So do you,” he said, throwing his head back.

Planting my hands on his sculpted chest, I rode him slowly at first, lifting my hips only to let them fall back. His hands gripped my hips, helping me fuck him. I loved the way he grabbed my ass, holding onto me for dear life.

“Oh,” I said, feeling his cock slide in and out of me. He was taking me to heaven.

When I’d had my fill of controlling the pace, I climbed off and lay back on the couch, spreading my legs wide open for him. “Fuck me,” I said. “I want to feel you on top of me.”

Alex positioned himself between my thighs and pushed his big cock inside me. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull when I felt that stretch again. He began to thrust like a man, and I wrapped my legs around him. The couch creaked beneath us as he pounded into me. I said yes for every thrust, in disbelief that this was happening, but it was happening … my son fucked me hard.

“I’m going to come,” he said after several minutes of intense fucking. “Should I pull out?”

“No, do it raw,” I said.

He slid his arms under mine and leaned closer down. We were so close, I could feel his chest on mine, his breath down my neck and his cock entering me again and again.

His rhythm faltered, then he thrust deep one final time, groaning as he emptied himself inside me. The moment I felt him throb inside me, the heat of his cum pushed me over the edge. My body tightened around him, helpless and hungry, and I cried out as the orgasm ripped through me. Waves of pleasure crashed over my core, stealing my breath, making my thighs shake and my spine arch. I couldn’t think. I could only feel, the pulsing, the fullness, the slippery warmth, and the raw, aching bliss that tore me apart and stitched me back together in the same second.

I orgasmed, and I felt claimed, filled and shattered in the best way.

Afterward, we lay together, his arm around me, my head on his chest. He still hadn’t pulled out, and his cum warmed my core along with his big cock.

“I haven’t felt this happy in years,” I told him. “Thank you.”

“For what?” he asked, kissing the top of my head.

“For making me feel beautiful again and for wanting me.”

He pulled me closer. “I’ve always wanted you. I just never thought…”

“I know,” I said. “But we’re here now.”

He pulled out his cock, which came out wet and sticky. He looked me in the eyes and asked, “Do you think we can do this again?”

“As many times as you want, sweetheart.”

He smiled. “You’re the best mom.”

“And Alex, you are the best son in the world.”