*all characters above the age of 18
After arriving home, Eddie has made a beeline for his room and slammed door, quickly pulling off his jeans and opening his laptop. It had been a hard day at work in more ways than one. Eddie recently broken up with his girlfriend and now found himself lusting after every woman he saw. It had gotten so bad, Eddie had taken to masturbating at work during his lunch break, but that only curbed his need until he got home and could really let loose.
Furiously banging his keyboard, Eddie tried a variety of search terms, trying to capture the evening’s mood. He had his fetishes, but cycling through them was part of the appeal and it helped him to get off when he found a video or a story that really matched what he was lusting after internally.
Begrudgingly, he caved to his own sexual instinct and typed in the words “mom son sex.” Page after page of video appeared and scrolled through them, already tugging at his half-turgid cock. Eddie found the whole oedipal “every boy wants to bed his mother” trope to be cliche, but he also couldn’t get it out of his head. He had masturbated to interracial, gangbangs, bondage, humiliation, everything he could find (legally) in various combinations and still incest was what always drew his attention most and got him excited. He tried cartoon porn and hentai, and still the hottest were always the ones with sex between family members. Hell, most of the better done cartoon erotica was incest anyway.
So Eddie picked a video and focused his attention back on his own shaft. Unfortunately, he was the only person paying it any attention lately. For all the dating apps and social media out in the wild, he just couldn’t seem to land a date, much less the nasty sex he craved. Not helping things were his economic situation, and the source of his trepidation over continuing to feed his incest porn addiction:
Eddie had moved back in with his mother.
Eddie’s mother, Jo, was fairly lenient about what he got up to under her roof. He paid her a modest sum every month as “rent” and their rooms where in separate parts of the house, so Eddie had the run of an entire floor to himself, but he wasn’t exactly in a position to be laying pipe when he was minimum wage basement level.
His friends–male and female–tried to allay his concerns, telling him a lot of people were in his situation, but as he watched people he went to college and high school with start getting married, having kids, advance on career paths they wanted, Eddie couldn’t help but feel a little unwanted and left behind.
Jo, for her part, was aware of her son’s depression but unsure what to do about it. Her own marriage was on the rocks and her husband was never home, having moved to an apartment in a new city and presumably railing some new, younger woman every night with an assist from the little blue pill. They weren’t divorced or even officially separated, but it was around the corner and Jo couldn’t help but stress over her future. She was still working and had money of her own, plus the house, but she’d been off the dating scene for the length of her relationship to Eddie’s father and wasn’t the twig thin ingenue she once was. Examining her ass and thighs in the morning before getting dressed, she groaned at the thought of sausaging herself into something sexy and having to seduce another man just like her ex-husband for just a bit of companionship.
Jo’s friends, much like Eddie’s, did what they could to reassure her. “Thicc” as the term went, was back in, and it wasn’t like she was truly limited to men her own age. Cougars had proliferated so far as sexual fetish, none of her circle had any doubts that Jo could land some young dick with only the most basic efforts of seduction on her part. She balked at the suggestion, but secretly the idea appealed to her deeply.
Unlike her husband, Jo had been faithful through their marriage–barring an incident involving a mutual female friend–and had only experienced one cock for decades. The thought of someone new, a younger lover she could mold and nurture with her own experience–was truly exciting. In a way, her role as a mother had trained her to teach and guide with firm affection.
This line of thought, unfortunately, brought her to a more taboo realization: her son, Eddie, was the exact age and body type she yearned for in a new lover. Eddie was no quarterback, but he kept himself reasonably fit, and his features had always favored her more than his father’s, so there was a self-involved component too, the thought of fucking a younger, male version of herself.
She’d be loathe to ever admit it, but more than once her masturbation fantasies had veered towards her virile son between her legs, alternately eating her out and plowing her mature pussy, depending on her mood that night. It was bad, and Jo always had mixed feelings about the fantasy after, but it also always got her off harder than ever what little porn she indulged in.
In truth, Jo had Kıbrıs Escort something of a freak streak in her. Her marriage finally collapsing was strangely a sort of new opportunity. The idea of being a mother again was massively appealing to her. Part of that was of course the firsts of having a little baby in the house again, getting to hit all the milestones that Eddie had long since passed on his way to adulthood, but part of it was that Jo had never been hornier then when she was pregnant. Most women craved strange foods when they were with child, but she craved strange, usually violent sex. Her doctor had to actually finally order her to stop engaging in intercourse as she kept pushing her husband to fuck her whenever possible, even skirting past the point when sex became risky to the fetus. Eddie had been born without any problems, and he was the most beautiful thing that Jo had ever seen in her life, but her body cried out for the months of being a fat, cum-filled baby factory. She pleaded with her husband to give her another baby, and of course he acquiesced to the frequent sex and affection that came with it, but he left out the crucial detail that would irreparably damage their marriage: he got a secret vasectomy.
While he initially claimed that her pregnancy had been such an intense expierence that he wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat, and assured her that he could get it reversed later if they decided it was a better time to have more kids, the truth slowly became apparent over the years. Ever before Eddie was born, while she was pregnant even, her husband had been philandering, the pregnancy a smokescreen to cover him laying pipe all over town. Embarrassed and ashamed, she withdrew into raising their child as her spouse drifted further away, eventually leaving her marooned in the quiet little suburban life she soon realized was choking her to death.
So it was, two lonely people found themselves on opposite sides of the same house, each pleasuring themselves to the taboo thought of the other. Eddie had no idea his mother had any kind of attraction to him. For his part, the incest fetish was a hypothetical, the idea of incest itself was what excited him. That occasionally the faces of milf pornstars (with or without big silicon tits) were substituted for his own mother’s was incidental. Faced with an actual chance at intimacy with her, Eddie had no idea if he could actually follow through.
Jo, on the other hand, knew she lusted after her own child, but she pushed the thought to the back of her mind in her everyday life. Even the thought of initiating a relationship was a step too far. As much as she hated to admit it, the only thing worse for her than crossing that line was the thought Eddie wouldn’t embrace her, but reject her. For all the talk of cougars and even “mommy-son porn,” Jo’s self-esteem had taken a hit from her marriage dissolving and she doubted she could seduce anyone, much less her son.
Parent and child almost continued in this silent, unaware stalemate, but the universe had other plans.
“Hey, Eddie?” called Jo from the kitchen, “I’m going out.”
It was days after they had unknowingly masturbated at the same time and Jo had had a change of heart. She was going to go on a date.
“Okay, cool,” yelled Eddie back. He left his room and headed upstairs to the kitchen to talk to his mother before she left. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.
Jo hadn’t been sure how to modulated the sexy/modest dynamic in her outfit, but to Eddie, she had landed in a tasteful but alluring middle ground. The dress had a high neckline and technically covered her arms while the hem was below her knees, but the material hugged her body tight enough to almost be obscene. Jo had a bit of a tummy, which she was self-conscious about, but Eddie almost lost his mind at how sexy and real it made her look. He shamefully took in the sight of his mother’s tits, hips, and ass, lovingly packaged in this black dress. And of course, her face was as beautiful as when she was young, framed by long dark hair that she had been growing out recently. Eddie had seen photos of his mother as a high schooler, a truly alluring beauty, and doubted he would ever have been able to keep her out of his thoughts if they’d been the same age, if they’d been different people.
Jo knew Eddie was staring, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn him away. It made her feel good to know she could still draw the eye, even if the thought of incest still seemed far off and fanciful.
“See something you like?” Jo finally said, teasingly.
Eddie quickly looked away, face red, “Sorry, you just, uh, you look good, Mom. Hot date?”
Jo sighed and started collecting her things, “I don’t know if I’d say hot per se, but he seems nice enough and he’s a friend of a friend. I don’t think i’ll be out late, but are you got to feed yourself?”
“Yes, Mom, I think I can manage dinner,” answered Eddie with a chuckle.
“Smartass,” admonished Lefkoşa Escort Jo before walking over to her son for a hug goodbye.
Mother and son hugged each other tight. It didn’t seem much different than the countless other chaste embraces they had shared over the years, yet there was an underlying tension this time. They moved in a little close and held the other a little too tight. Eddie luxuriated his his mother’s curves, her soft tits and belly crushed against his body, while Jo couldn’t help but get a shiver from the comfort of her son’s strong embrace. Jo couldn’t help but let a little moan escape before they finally broke off the hug.
Pretending to rummage through her bag for a moment, just so she wouldn’t have to face the look in her son’s eyes, Jo made her way for the door.
Despite knowing he could have just waved from where he was, Eddie followed her, stopping at the entrance to their house as Jo let herself out.
“Have a fun time,” said Eddie.
“Thank you, honey,” said Jo, giving her son a kiss on the cheek, “Be good.”
As Jo pulled her car out of the driveway and made her way out to meet her date, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of saying be good to the son she herself was lusting after. Just a little to the left and she could have planted a kiss on those lips that looked so much like her own. The taboo fantasy gave her a little tingle and she went into her date geared up and horny, just not for the man she was meeting.
Eddie, with no plans of his own, spent the evening alternately between streaming and video games. He lazily traded DMs and texts with friends and checked nudes of old ex girlfriends, but the well of potential partners seemed to have run dry and he spent the night raiding his mother’s kitchen and trying not to waste too much time jerking off yet again.
He was in the middle of an episode of some old Adult Swim cartoon when the sound of a door slamming upstairs rattled him. Rushing up the steps, Eddie found his mother standing in their kitchen, looking worse for wear. Jo had kicked her heels off in the front hall and was smoking a cigarette over the sink, clearly drunk from the night’s events, and it looked like she had been crying.
“Mom?” asked Eddie, approaching her slowly. She was turned away from him and leaning over the sink, trying to steady herself, her bare feet wobbly on the cold tile floor of the kitchen.
“Oh, hello baby,” said Jo, looking over her shoulder, “I didn’t wake you did I? I know you tend to stay up late but I had a bit to drink at the restaurant and lost track of time.”
“Are you okay?” said Eddie, now standing over her shoulder, unsure of what to do. Eddie had never realized what a small woman his mother was, or maybe she just seemed small in the moment, shrunken into herself with sorrow.
“Apparently I’m too old and fat to love,” she answered sarcastically, ashing her cigarette directly into the sink, “Good news is I can finally stop killing myself to squeeze into these ridiculous sexy dresses and dress like the frumpy librarian I was always meant to be.”
“Mom, you’re incredibly sexy,” retorted Eddie, surprised at his old boldness, “Anyone who saw you in that dress and didn’t want to take you where you stand obviously doesn’t have a pulse.”
Jo giggled at her son’s reaction, “I don’t know how I feel about ‘taking me where I stand’ but that’s sweet of you to say to your old mother, baby.”
“I mean it, Mom,” said Eddie, suddenly staunch in wanting his mother to know how attractive she was.
Jo, partially drunk and partially wanted to push Eddie past where she would usually, arched her back and stuck her ass out. Her neckline seemed deeper than Eddie remembered and the way the smoke of her cigarette complement the curve of her neck gave Jo the look of a femme fatale trying to seduce a noir detective into an illicit romance.
“Would you do it?” asked Jo, saying the words without knowing where they came from, “Would you take…a woman dressed like me?”
Eddie wasn’t prepared for what he was seeing. Between his mother’s inebriated state and his own conflicting emotions about the situation, he had no idea how he was supposed to react. He didn’t want to walk away and leave her to wallow like this, but the thought of acting on his impulses was putting his brain into overload and making him freeze up.
Silently, Eddie tried to pull his mother into a hug, hoping to cheer her up and calm them both down, but he didn’t think it through. She was still leaning over the sink, cigarette in hand, so he had pulled her towards him from behind. Her ass settled against his semi-hard cock as his arms closed around her waist. Jo found herself moaning at her son’s touch again, but this time did nothing to hide it. As much as Eddie wanting to pretend this had been an attempt to comfort, he and his mother were now pressed body to body, with no space in-between.
Instinct kicked in and Eddie dragged Girne Escort his swelling member across Jo’s backside. It had been an automatic motion and he kicked himself for it, hoping his mother would ignore it, only to be shocked when she responded by pressing herself against him even harder and slowly rubbing her ass against him of her own accord, bring her son to full mast as her cigarette burn down to her fingers and found itself unceremoniously dropped in her kitchen sink. Reach behind her, Jo’s hands found Eddie’s hair and closed her fingers in his thick man, locking the pair of them together.
Spurred on by his mother’s response, Eddie’s rubbing became bolder until they were outright thrust, parent and child dry humping in their kitchen. Eddie’s hands moved from Jo’s waist to her hips and she moaned again as she felt his grip close around her. All pretense seemed to fall away at this point and the only thing prevent Jo and Eddie from taking their sexual frustration out on each other was that they were still clothed.
Eddie took the initiative by closing a hand around his mother’s throat and pulling her into another kiss. A real kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a frenzied sexual urgency and vice versa, while his other hand made its way up to her chest. Eddie hesitated just below his mother’s breast, afraid somehow of breaking the spell and ending whatever was happening between, so Jo took the initiative and mashed his fingers against her tit, her hand pressed against his, commanding him to manhandle her tits.
Jo finally broke away from Eddie. She turned around and immediately pulled him back to her, mother and son locked in an illicit kiss. They made out for a good while before Jo took her son’s hand and led him towards her room.
“Unzip me,” she told him while they were still in the hallway, “and start taking your clothes off, god damn it. I need you inside me now, baby.”
“Yes ma’am,” answered Eddie, half-joking and half-dazed as he abandoned his shirt and pants in the hall, pulling his mother’s zipper to reveal her bare sexy back and the straps of a sheer black bra. Impulsively, he stopped Jo and pulled her close to him stripping her dress off the rest of the way and leaving her in just in underwear. Eddie was already turned on, but his mother’s choice of bra and panties–a matching sheer black set with lots of extra straps, the panties a thong that left her big, beautiful butt on full display–just drove him over the edge. He forced his mother against the wall, rubbing his hard on against her ass, thin material the only thing stopping them from finally achieving the sinful deed.
“You want to fuck me in the hallway, baby?” asked Jo, “You want to fuck your mother in the hallway with her sexy underwear on like a little slut? You want to make me your little slut?”
“I love hearing you talk dirty like this,” said Eddie, mauling his mother’s neck with his mother as he pushed her against the wall, “I’ve wanted your slutty little body for so long.”
“Really baby?” said Jo, excited to hear her son getting into things, “That makes Mommy so happy. Mommy wants you too. She wants your big cock.”
Jo wasn’t sure if she was more surprised by her son’s capitulation to what was happening or her own. She’d lived so long in the confines of marital sex and the specter of her husband’s infidelity that her fantasy sex life had grown like kudzu into a vast garden maze of carnal debauchery, but this was the first time one of those fantasies had escaped into waking life, and it was absolutely overwhelming her. Her anxieties about her body faded into the shadows and was replaced with a resplendent sexual yearning as moaned and ground herself against her son’s body. She wanted to be his whore, his perfect little whore, his personal fucktoy.
“Take me to bed, baby, please,” pleaded Jo, “I need you to fuck me. I need you inside me so bad, Eddie, please.”
Eddie complied, releasing his mother from her position against the wall. They tripped and humped their way towards Jo’s room. Leaving the door open behind them, they fell into her bed together, Eddie unsnapped his mother’s bra as he pinned her against the bed. Pulling off his boxer briefs, the only thing protecting Jo from her son’s hard dick was her sheer black panties.
They still hadn’t seen each other naked from the front, but they were both too lost in the feeling of Eddie’s cock stabbing at Jo’s ass to progress further.
“Baby, I’m so wet for you,” said Jo, a dreamy look in her eye as she felt how big Eddie’s unsheathed cock felt against, “Mommy wants you to fill her up.”
“If I fuck you, you’re going to my slut,” said Eddie, getting into character, “You’re going to have to be open to me all the time. This pussy is going to be mine.”
“This pussy is yours,” said Jo, “Mommy’s pussy was always yours. Now please: fuck me.”
Not needing any more urging, Eddie ripped off Jo’s panties. The sheer black material was soaked through with her juices. Taking a moment to bring them to his face, Eddie breathed in his mother’s scent before tossing the panties aside and returning his gaze to his mother’s body. Jo was clearly getting agitated, pushing her body back against him, trying to get him inside her, but Eddie needed to see something first.