She couldn’t recall what she had said or what she might have done. The only thing she knew for sure was that she ended up bending over the washing machine, her skirt hiked up above her ass, while her very own son fucked her from behind to an amazing climax.
Nancy hadn’t been touched for such a long time, and the sex had been fantastic. Even so, she was riddled with guilt over the incident, and told Jimmy in no uncertain terms that nothing like it could ever happen again. Actually getting to fuck his own mother had been so incredible, though, that Jimmy became obsessed with doing it again. He did everything in his power to earn another opportunity.
Not even a week later, after making a valiant attempt to fuck her one afternoon, Jimmy convinced his mother to suck his cock. Nancy had tried rationalizing it to herself. It wasn’t really sex, and she was giving him a release so that maybe he would leave her alone for a few days. But taking her son’s cock into her mouth had made her feel more guilty than fucking him.
Still, after feeling his thick cock between her lips and watching as he shot out a spewing load of cum, Nancy lost control of herself. She jacked him back to arousal and fucked him right on his bed.
It had been a heated, passionate romp of sex. All the filthy things Nancy had tried not to think about, the things she’d pictured herself doing with her son ever since their first encounter, came to pass in that session. She needed it so badly. They fucked long and hard, and Nancy lost track of how many times she got off. But once it was over, she was deeply ashamed of herself.
Jimmy had worn her down a few more times since then, but Nancy still wasn’t the least bit comfortable with the notion of fucking him. She knew how horribly wrong it was, what an awful sin she was committing. She just couldn’t help herself. Nancy could hold out admirably for the first few days, then her horniness would build up, as would Jimmy’s advances on her. Eventually, she would be unable to resist him.
She always felt terrible after the sex, and always told Jimmy that it could never happen again. She would feel angry with herself for letting it happen. She would be angry with Jimmy for fucking her. Most of all, she would be angry with her husband for neglecting her for so long that she had to rely on her own son for satisfaction.
As she stood in front of Jimmy’s bed, Nancy’s breasts were still exposed. She made no effort to cover herself. Jimmy stood up and undid his pants.
“Honey… oh, God.”
Jimmy kicked off his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free. He positioned some pillows at the head of his bed and laid back onto them, getting in a reclined position.
“Come on, Mom. You know you want to.”
Nancy bit her lower lip with shame. She looked at her son’s stiff, throbbing cock as it pointed up at the ceiling, waiting for her to come aboard. She was in serious need of a good fucking, and Jimmy’s tongue assault on her sensitive nipples had gotten her warmed up.
Maybe he would be too drunk to remember anything, she thought. Maybe she could convince him that it hadn’t happened, that he had been dreaming.