My mum’s name is Charlotte, and she’s just turned forty-two. She’s got a proper curvaceous figure, nicely filled out, but not fat in the slightest. Mind you, she’s blessed with an impressive pair of breasts. It’s just the two of us since Dad (Stephen) passed away years ago. Mum’s been on the odd date, but nothing ever turned serious. I’m Ethan, twenty years old now, and I work from home as a freelance web designer. Life had been ticking along quietly. I was building my little business, and I reckon Mum was still quietly grieving.
Then, one evening, everything changed.
I was watching a film in my room when Mum came in and sat on the edge of my bed. Her eyes were red; she’d clearly been crying. I asked what was wrong. She gave me a crooked little smile. “I miss your dad. Today would’ve been our wedding anniversary.” I wheeled my chair closer. “That’s rotten, Mum. Anything I can do to make you feel a bit better?” She dabbed her eyes. “There’s nothing anyone can do, Stephen’s not coming back. But… I really don’t want to be alone tonight. Would you mind sleeping in my bed with me? Just for tonight.”
I must’ve looked stunned. I’ve slept starkers ever since I got my room, can’t stand pyjamas. “Er… yeah, of course, Mum. But you know I don’t own any nightwear.” She looked suddenly deflated. “That’s all right, love, if you’d rather not…” I put my hand on her shoulder. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I just sleep naked, so…” She thought for a second. “Honestly, Ethan, it’s fine. You don’t have to wear anything if it makes you more comfortable.” It slowly dawned on me that my mother had just invited me to get into her bed completely naked. She stood up. “I’ll be in my room. Come through when you’re ready.”
When I walked in, Mum was lying on the bed without a stitch on. I’d never looked at her sexually before. I’d caught the odd glimpse of her heading to the bathroom in next to nothing, but seeing her fully naked like this was something else. Her full, heavy breasts with wide brown areolas and thick nipples took my breath away. I was instantly obsessed. She was cleanly shaven down below and lying with her legs together, so I couldn’t yet see everything, but the sight alone had me rock hard in seconds.
I pushed my boxers down and felt myself flush as my half-stiff cock sprang free. She glanced at it, then smiled softly. “Don’t be shy, darling. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She leaned over and hugged me, her bare skin against mine. “Perfectly natural, sweetheart. It’d only be a problem if nothing happened.” Still, having her naked body pressed against me felt… wrong in the best possible way. “Shall we get in, then?” she murmured. I switched off the light and slipped under the duvet.
As soon as I was settled, Mum snuggled right up against me with a deep sigh. “Thank you, Ethan. I really needed this.” “Anytime,” I mumbled like an idiot. After a bit of shuffling, I ended up spooning her from behind. I draped an arm over her and, without really thinking, rested my hand on one of those magnificent breasts. Her nipple stiffened under my palm; at least I think it did. My now throbbing erection was nestled firmly between her bum cheeks. Before I could process it, Mum reached down between her thighs, gently took hold of my cock, and guided it forward until it rested snugly against her warm, wet pussy lips. “There… that feels better,” she whispered.
It was the first time she’d ever touched me there. I lay there trying to sleep with one hand cupping her breast and my cock pressed against my mother’s slick folds.
That night I dreamt I was shagging a woman with incredible tits. I was behind her, slowly sliding my stiff cock into her soaking cunt. She moaned and gasped as I filled her inch by inch, her muscles clenching around me. Every gentle thrust was met with a push back from her hips. I grabbed her breasts hard; she cried out for me to be careful, but kept begging for more. I kept that steady rhythm until, in the dream, I came buckets deep inside her.
I woke up convinced it had just been an amazingly vivid dream, until I realised the sheets between Mum’s thighs were soaked and sticky. I hadn’t dreamt the orgasm; I’d actually shot my load between her legs while we slept. Mum pressed her bum back against me and I could have sworn I heard her murmur “lovely…” but I might have imagined it.
Next morning I pulled on boxers and wandered into the kitchen. Mum was in her dressing gown making tea. I hopped onto the kitchen table. “I could murder a cuppa.” She turned and grinned. “Morning, sleepyhead. Sleep all right? Have any nice dreams?” I went red. She laughed softly. “No point pretending, love – I found the evidence between my legs this morning.”
“Sorry, Mum. It just… happened. I was dreaming I was… you know.” She handed me a mug. “Nothing to apologise for, darling. Truth be told, I may have helped things along a bit. But I slept like a baby, and my little black cloud from yesterday has completely lifted.” I smiled. “Got the day off work?” She nodded. “Taken the day off, actually. Thought I’d spend it with my favourite young man.”
She blushed when I took her hand. “I’m just glad you’re smiling again.” “That’s down to you,” she said softly. “You made me feel safe last night. You’re my rock, Ethan.” She leant in to kiss my cheek; I turned at the same moment, and our lips met. Neither of us pulled away. The kiss deepened, tongues tentatively touching, then dancing properly. My cock was instantly hard again.
After a couple of minutes, she broke away, flustered. “I’m so sorry, love, that shouldn’t have—” I stood, walked over, and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “It’s okay, Mum. No one will ever know. It’s our secret.” The mug slipped from her hand into the sink. She spun round, threw her arms round my neck and kissed me again, fierce and hungry this time.
While we kissed I slid my hands under her bum, lifted her onto the counter, then carried her to the sofa. She undid her dressing gown and let it fall open, revealing that gorgeous naked body again. She hooked her thumbs into my boxers and yanked them down, wrapping her fingers round my straining cock. “Bloody hell, Ethan… easily two hand-widths long and thick as anything. Some girl’s going to be very lucky one day. But right now I want you to make your mom pleased.”
She guided my cock to her entrance, she was absolutely dripping. Parting her lips with her fingers, she pulled me forward. I pressed the head against her hot, wet opening and eased just the tip inside. “Oh yes… fuck me, darling. I want you deep.” I teased her for a moment, then slowly – inch by inch – sank all the way in. She groaned that she could feel every ridge of my cock stroking every part of her pussy. She grabbed behind her knees and pulled her legs wide. “Fuck me, Ethan… please, fuck your mum.”
When I was finally buried to the hilt we paused, savouring it. Then she whispered, “Pull out and lie on the sofa.” I raised an eyebrow. “I want to ride you properly, cowgirl style. I want that big cock right up against my cervix.” I did as I was told. She straddled me, lined up, and sank down slowly, both of us gasping. Then she started riding me like she’d been doing it her whole life. “Mmm, that’s it… Mummy’s riding her naughty boy’s fat cock.”
I’d never heard her talk like that, it drove me wild. She leaned forward so her heavy breasts smothered my face; I sucked and gently bit her nipples until she was shrieking. Every time she slammed down, I thrust up to meet her. “Yes… fuck me deep… fuck Mummy’s womb, you gorgeous, filthy boy!”
We were both close. “Come inside me, sweetheart,” she panted. “Fill Mummy’s pussy… pump me full of your spunk!” I grabbed her hips, drove up hard; she clamped down with her inner muscles, and we exploded together. I fired rope after rope deep inside her as she screamed that she could feel my hot cum flooding her womb.
I buried my face in her breasts, still twitching inside her. “Mum… I love you…”
At that exact moment the front door swung open. There stood Aunt Emma, Mum’s younger sister, mouth open in shock.
“Well, well… you two have been having a proper lovely time, haven’t you!”
