I’m lying in bed, reliving yesterday; I was still shocked. I couldn’t believe I had had sex with my mom. I know socially it’s wrong, but it felt so right, and not to mention good, very good. Reliving what had happened was having an effect on my growing cock. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stretch; I don’t bother putting on any clothes; just boxers will suffice.

I walk down the stairs and hear the coffee machine in the kitchen. My mom is standing by the coffee machine, wearing a thong and a crop top. I walk up behind her and wrap one arm around her waist and the other over her shoulder.

“Good morning, sweetie,” she says to me. “Did someone wake up horny?” She pushes her arse into my throbbing hard cock. I pull down her top, exposing one breast, and play with her nipple. She moans at my touch. My other hand slides into her thong, and my finger slides between her lips. She moans again.

“Did someone wake up horny?” I ask her in return, eliciting a chuckle from her. “I had a very good dream.” I whisper into her ear.

“What was this dream about?” she moans as my finger slides into her pussy.

“I was fucking my mom.” I push my finger in deeper and squeeze her nipple.

“Oh, sweetie,” she moans, “that wasn’t a dream.”

“Last night, you told me I could fuck you as often as I wanted.” I was going to put her words to the test. I pulled at her thong, gauging her reaction to see if she would resist. She allows me to remove her thong.

“I did, sweetie,” she purrs, “and I meant it.” As she turns around, I grab her by the shoulder and push her torso toward the kitchen counter. With my other hand, I pull down my boxers.

“Stay like that.” I command her. I grab my thick cock and slide it between her lips, coating my cock in her wetness. I press my head so it’s just between her lips. “What do you want?” I ask her.

“I want my son to fuck me,” she tells me, her face pressed against the countertop.

“You want this thick 9-inch cock inside you?” I push the tip in more, watching her pussy stretch as it accepts the head of my cock.

“Yes,” she moans, “I want to feel your big cock deep in me.” I push more of my cock into my mom. Her pussy stretching around my cock. I stop halfway and pull it back out, leaving just the tip inside her. I thrust my full length into her. She grunts as I bottom out, my groin pressed up against her arse cheeks.

I grasp her hips and pull her towards me while thrusting into her. “So deep,” she moans against the kitchen counter, “God, you are so deep!”

I pull out halfway and thrust back into her; this time, she moans. I begin to slowly fuck her, using my full length. I look down and see the buildup of her white cum along my shaft.

I pull down her crop top, exposing her breasts, and use both hands to grab and squeeze them while maintaining a steady rhythm.

“How does it feel having your eighteen-year-old son dominating you?” To make my point, I grab her hair and pull it back, pulling her face up. She moans and pushes back onto my cock.

“Mommy likes being her son's submissive slut.” Her words make my balls tighten. I reach down between her legs and begin to press against her clit. “Oh yes, that’s it.” She moans loudly.

I apply a bit more pressure and start to rub; I begin to fuck her a little faster, each thrust a little harder until our skin is slapping together.

“You're going to make me cum.” She screams. I grab her hips with both hands and start fucking her relentlessly, slamming my cock into her as hard as I can.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans. I feel my balls tighten and my cock shoot powerful squirts of cum into my mom.

“Oh fuck.” I grunt, emptying my balls into her. “God, your pussy feels amazing.” I lean on her, kissing her back. Both my hands are exploring her body, roaming over her. I grab both her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingertips, gently squeezing them. I increase the pressure, causing my mom to moan. I squeeze harder still.

“Ah,” Mom moans, her back arching towards me, “how do you know what I love?” My softening cock slides out of her pussy. I still squeeze one nipple, my other hand running down her body. I slide it between her wet lips, putting pressure when I slide over her clit. She moans as I move my finger around her clit in a circular motion. While squeezing her nipple, I gently pull her forward until she is bending over; I then let go of her nipple and slide two fingers into her wet pussy.

“Oh fuck, sweetie,” she moans, “this feels so good.” She purrs, grabbing the side of the counter. I started to finger fuck her, my cum and her growing wetness making a squelching sound as I picked up pace. I carried on rubbing her clit and finger-fucking her, “Oh god, I’m going to cum!” She moaned. “Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes,” she shouted. I felt her pussy grip my fingers and then a gush of water hit the floor.

“Oh fuck, did you just squirt?” I asked her, my fingers still buried inside her.

“Oh God, sweetie,” she said, exhausted, “that’s never happened to me before.”

I was shocked, and my voice didn’t hide it, “Really!?”

Mom wrapped her arms around me, and we shared a passionate kiss. “You sure are good at this,” she whispered in my ear. “How much practice have you had?” We passionately kissed again before Mom gently pulled away.

“Well, not a lot,” I replied honestly, watching as Mom grabbed some paper towels and began to clean the floor. I leaned down and helped her.

She looked at me and said, “Thank you.” She stood up, adjusted her thong, and pulled her top back over her boobs. “So, what’s your body count?” She laughed when I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that what the kids are saying these days?”

“No, Mom,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what the kids say.” I smile at her. “It’s 5; I’ve slept with five girls.” Mom looked shocked.

“Five already?” She folds her arms across her chest, and I can tell she is pretending to be angry.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I was careful!”

“Well, that’s good; I’m not ready to be a nanny yet,” Mom joked.

“So what’s your body count, Mom?” I know it's higher than two.

“Three,” she says, “what did you think, that your mom was a slut?” She asks, noticing my shocked expression.

“Well…” I let the sentence trail off; I certainly didn’t think my mom was a slut.

She playfully smacks my arm. “Just the three,” she tells me. “Do I know the other four girls you’ve been with?”

“No, you’ve never seen them,” I tell Mom.

“So, what are they like?” she asks.

“In what sense?” I reply, beginning to sense that she is feeling jealous.

“You know, blonde, brown, pretty?” I watch Mom bite her bottom lip before turning around to make a cup of coffee. I can’t help but look at her arse; I walk behind her and grab her arse, giving it a squeeze. “Well?” she prompts.

“I mean, yeah, they were pretty, with a split hair color, three to two,” I tell her.

“Which color had more?” she inquires.

"brown," I say, my hand sliding up to grasp her boob.

“So, like me then?” She turns around and drapes her arms over my shoulders. I pause for a moment; no, they were nothing like her.

“No,” I reply, she looking confused. “You’re a woman, Mom; they were girls. They had nothing on you; you are beyond sexy.” I’m looking into her eyes, wondering what she is thinking. We share another passionate kiss, and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around me. My hands instinctively grab her arse and support her.

“Out of the five, who was the best?” she asks, her lips millimeters from mine.

“Hmm.” I tease.

“You have to think about that?” She pulls her head back to look at me. I chuckle; she is clearly jealous.

“You were the best mom,” I reassure her. “Your pussy felt the best, your blowjob was the best, you’ve got the best body and you are the most beautiful of them all.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she purrs, “do you really mean that?”

“You don’t have to feel jealous, Mom; they were nothing compared to you.”

“Wait, so last night was the first time you had sex without protection?”

“First pussy I’ve been in raw and the first pussy I’ve filled with my cum.” I whisper into her ear. I feel her shiver.

“You did very well lasting as long as you did last night,” Mom said, clearly impressed.

“So, out of the three, who was the best?” I tease her, pushing my semi-hard cock against her.

“Your cock is the biggest I’ve ever had,” she told me, nibbling my earlobe.

“That’s not what I asked,” I told her, my hand letting go of one arse cheek and giving it a playful slap.

“Well, my first time was my first time; it’s never good. Your dad was good,” I gulp, “but you have youth, and your cock fills me like no other. And because it’s socially taboo and wrong, it adds something naughty to it. So, you, you’re my best.”

“The biggest you’ve ever had, huh?” I remark with a grin.

“By a long shot. So thick,” she purrs before kissing me, “so long.”

I set Mom down, and she prepares us both a cup of coffee. She hands me mine, and we take a sip together. “What have you done to me? I’m still ridiculously horny!”

She says, looking into my eyes, eyes that are burning with desire.

I grin, aware of the effect I'm having on my mom. “You love it, don’t you?” She accuses me.

“Of course,” I tell her, “who wouldn’t enjoy making an attractive woman horny?”

“Well, you’re doing very well at that,” she tells me with a smirk. “I was thinking last night, why don’t we go on a little road trip?”

I watch as she walks over to me with a mischievous grin on her face. She walks until she in front of me, she pulls the band of my boxers and wraps her hand around my cock, I moan. “Let’s go somewhere for a few days, somewhere no one will know us,” she bites my earlobe and slowly strokes my cock, I can feel it throbbing, each throb getting harder. “And we can just pretend I’m your older hot girlfriend, we could go see a movie and have dinner,” she paused kissing my neck, “and we can go shopping, to a naughty underwear shop and I’ll try on whatever you want and I’ll buy your favourite one and wear it that night for you.”

She gets on her knees, takes the tip of my throbbing cock into her mouth and sucks the head, swirling her tongue around it. “How does that sound?” She looks up at me while gently sucking on one of my balls, slowly stroking my cock.

“That sounds like a lot of fun, I moan as she sucks on my cock.

“I thought you might like the sound of it.” She stood up and tucked my cock back into my boxers, which barely contain it.

I was sitting behind the steering wheel of my car while Mom was sitting in the passenger seat, her feet resting on the dashboard. I glanced at the shape of her toned legs; she was wearing short denim shorts that occasionally revealed the bottom of her bum. It was a warm, sunny day, and we both had the window rolled down.

I hear Mom yawn. “Oh, sorry, sweetie, I dozed off.”

“That’s okay; I was only bored for a few hours,” I tell her.

“I’m sure I can make it up to you.” I turn and see the mischievous grin on her face. “Have any of your girlfriends sucked your cock while you were driving?”

“They weren't girlfriends.” I tell her I can feel my cock getting hard.

“Well, what were they then?” She turns sideways in her seat to look at me.

“Friends with benefits, pound pals, fuck buddies,” I say with a shrug. “It never really had a name.”

I glance at Mom, and she rolls her eyes. “Well, did any of your pound pals suck your cock while you were driving?”

“No, they didn’t,” I tell her, hoping this is going to go where I think it’s about to. I adjust my growing cock to the side so it’s not sticking up.

“Are you getting excited?” my mom asks. I don’t even have to look at her to know she is smirking.

“No,” I tell her, feeling my cock growing harder by the second.

“Oh, is that so?” I see her reach over, “So you won’t mind me touching to see.” I feel her hand grab my cock; she gives it a squeeze, causing me to moan.

“That’s a very hard cock you have there,” she undoes her seat belt. “It must be so uncomfortable; let me help you.” She pulls at my shorts. I lift my hips up, allowing her to pull them down along with my boxers. My cock springs free; I can’t help but moan when I feel her hand wrap around it.

The moment she takes my cock into her mouth and sucks on it, the car swerves a little. “Think you can be a big boy and keep us on the road while I suck this big cock of yours?” She asks me sarcastically.

I place my hand on the back of her head and push her back down onto my cock. She swallows my whole length, and I can’t help but moan. I can’t believe my mom is sucking my cock while I’m driving; the whole scenario was so arousing.

“You love sucking your son's cock, don’t you?” She carries on sucking my cock but moans in agreement. “You dirty cock-loving slut.”

She goes to take my cock out of her mouth, but I forcefully push her head back down, making her take my whole length into her throat. “I didn’t say stop.” My hand keeps my cock buried in her throat. I feel her gag for air; I grab her hair and slowly bring her up off my cock, feeling her gag a few more times makes my cock get even harder.

My mom takes a deep breath, and I pull her head back down onto my cock. “You’ve not made me cum yet. I went to use your throat as my cum dump.” My mom carries on sucking my cock; I take my hand off her head.

It doesn’t take my mom much longer until I feel my balls tighten and my cock stiffen. I unload my balls into my mom's mouth, powerful squirts shooting out of my cock. “Oh fuck,” I moan. She carries on sucking my overly sensitive cock, causing me to squirm. She takes my cock out of her mouth and feel her face next to my ear. I hear her swallow loudly.

“That was a very big load; I love swallowing your cum.” She bites my earlobe. “God, I’m so wet. Why does sucking my son's cock turn me on so much?” She purrs in my ear.

I reached over and slid my hand along the inside of her leg; she sat back and opened her legs, giving me access to her. My hand glides across the inside of her thigh, her jeans shorts giving me easy access to her pussy. My hand slides over her pussy, and she moans. I’m surprised that she isn’t wearing underwear. I turn my head and look at her; she is staring at me with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Did you notice something, sweetie?” she asks innocently.

“I’ve noticed that something is missing,” I replied with a smirk.

“I thought you’d appreciate the easy access to your mom's wet pussy.” She purrs. I run my finger between her lips and feel how wet she is.

“You really are wet, aren’t you?” I say to her.

“So wet,” she moans as I slide a finger inside her. I gradually begin to rub her clit. “Oh yes, sweetie.” I keep up the pressure and keep the same rhythm. It isn’t long before she starts to gyrate her hips, a sign that she is close to cumming.“Oh yes, yes, that’s it, keep going; I’m cumming, sweetie.”

I turn to look at her; her cheeks are flushed with color, and she is panting. “This is going to be a very fun trip, Mom.”