Peter was hiding in his room, just like usual. He had just turned eighteen a few days ago, and his obsession with his mother was getting worse. He couldn’t get her out of his head, and the way she walked around the house with her tight pajamas like it was the most normal thing in the world was driving him crazy.
It had all started when he was fifteen, when some of his friends began commenting on how hot his mom was. He hadn’t really noticed it before, being a late bloomer, but that day, he looked at her for the first time as a woman, and not just his mother. Everything changed instantly. He saw her curves, how her tits seemed to push out of her tight low v-neck, even with the apron on, and the shorts she was wearing curved around her large ass.
After a basketball game, his friends would approach her covered in sweat, clearly flirting with her as she baked cookies for them. Peter would get incredibly pissed off, but could never really say anything about it. He never wanted to appear like he could see her beauty, too. They would talk about her at times while they played video games. Once, he even had to mute the stream while she walked by, because his two best friends were discussing the curve of her ass loudly. It was so incredibly frustrating for him, and he couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Even worse, his dad was a soldier, and was constantly away on secret missions. He could tell his mother was lonely, and he constantly imagined himself going to her at night, sharing her bed and giving her what she wanted.
He groaned, and couldn’t believe he was thinking about it again. He threw his controller down on his desk, looking down at his boner. Fuck, he’s going to have to deal with this. His usual habit was wanking in the shower, and since it was a Saturday, he hadn’t had his morning one yet. He pulled his top off of his body and exited his bedroom, heading for the bathroom next door.
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Marianne Cunnings put her hair in a ponytail. She had just finished folding the laundry, and was getting pretty hot. She was alone with her son for another weekend, which seemed like the norm these days. She picked up her phone, trying to see if her husband had the opportunity to contact her. The signal at where he was currently situated came on and off at times, which meant she had no idea when she would be able to get in contact with him next. It was even more frustrating than usual, and she was desperately trying not to let it bother her. She had just sent him a sexy picture of herself, too. Nothing too raunchy, but one of her fingers resting on her thick thighs while she wore her tight shorts, showing off her smooth skin.
She had never been the type to send any sort of pictures, since she had never really had much confidence in herself until she met her husband, Steve. But recently, the more lonely she felt, the hornier she was. She had one sex toy, but it didn’t really do a good job at satisfying her. The orgasms were good, but it was nothing like having something deep inside. She had hoped that sending him a picture would entice him to flirt with her a little, but it seemed he hadn’t even received it.
Her son, Peter, seemed to be avoiding her as well, and she had no idea why. She had contacted some of the other moms to see what she was doing wrong, and they all expressed that it was just part of being a teenager. She hadn’t had to deal with anything too bad with Peter in the past, but he had been a late bloomer, so maybe his attitude was starting now. It made her even more lonely, and she wondered if she should be messaging one of her friends to just have a wine and movies night.
She cocked her hip and rested the basket containing Peter’s clothes against it, humming as she walked up the stairs. His door was ajar, so she set the clothes down, giving a little groan as she saw the mess he had around his desk. She knew he had been obsessing over a game recently, and it made him a complete hermit, refusing to come out of his bedroom unless he had a basketball game. The desk and floor was currently littered with drinks and empty food plates, and she knew she would not be the one dealing with it - not this time.
“Peter, look at this mess.” She tsked, and realized at once he wasn’t even in the room. She looked around, confused. There was only one other place he could be. She exited his bedroom, and turned her head to look at the bathroom. She could hear the shower running but the door was also slightly opened as well. He must’ve been letting it run to heat the water up. She pushed it open, and was about to start complaining to him when she stopped in her tracks. He was completely naked in the shower, with steam billowing out. She pressed her back against the closet door at once, hiding herself from sight. Oh gods, that was so embarrassing.
She wanted to leave, to give him his privacy, but all she could think about was what she saw. His cock… his cock was massive. The last time she had seen it, he was probably around nine or ten years old, and now, with puberty, it was three, four, maybe five times its original size. What was more, he had his hand wrapped around it, and she could clearly hear soft grunts coming from the shower.
Her body heated up from embarrassment and lust. The last time she had seen a cock was months ago, and this was far bigger than any she’d ever seen. She had been watching a lot of porn lately, just to accompany her masturbation, and she had always marveled at the size of some of the men. She didn’t know she would be actually seeing one in real life.
She carefully stepped a single step, and turned her head to watch him again. His fingers were still wrapped around his cock, and he was stroking up and down, squeezing at the tip. He groaned, with his other hand resting against the white tiles of the shower. “Fuck…” he groaned, and his deep husky voice was so hot she felt all the heat pool below her belly. This was completely insane, was she really standing here, sneakily watching her son touch himself? She was such a pervert, she couldn’t believe she was so lacking of her husband she was becoming this sort of woman.
She couldn’t tear her eye away, he could’ve turned to see her at any moment, but still she stood there, mesmerized by every stroke. She jumped when she heard him moan, “mom…” thinking he had spotted her. She was confused when he didn’t turn around. Had he not spotted her? Was he somehow fantasizing about her?
“Oh my god,” she said out loud. It had just come out, and she slapped her hand on her mouth. It was too late though, he turned around, his eyes wide as he spotted her at last.
“Mom?” He covered his crotch with both hands, his back slamming against the shower wall. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I…” She began. “You left the door open! I wanted to talk to you, I didn’t know you were showering!”
“How long have you been standing there?” He asked, clearly already knowing.
“A while…” She admitted, her cheeks bright red.
“Mom!” He groaned, hitting his head against the tiles.
“Were you… were you really fantasizing about me?” Her lust was spurring her on, and she couldn’t believe what was coming out of her mouth. She should leave. It would’ve been the right thing to do.
“You can’t just ask me that!”
“But you said ‘mom’ while you were touching yourself. I can’t just ignore that!”
“Why don’t you leave and we’ll just pretend this never happened.” Peter said.
She couldn’t though. She didn’t know why, but she opened the glass door of the shower, and walked inside. Peter stared at her like she was crazy. Her hair and clothes were now soaked, making her clothes cling even more against her body. Within the confines of the shower, their faces were close to each other, and she could feel his hot breath mingle with hers. “What are you doing?” He asked, his voice low and husky again.
“I don’t know,” she replied. Their heads kept getting closer and closer, until their noses touched. She didn’t know who made the move first, because both of them moved at once, closing their lips together. She moaned, it was just so hot feeling a man’s lips after so long. He spun her around and pushed her back against the wall, his hands slamming down on either side of her. She hadn’t realized until today, but her son had become so powerful with his growth and his regular workouts on the team. He had become a real man, maybe even more than his father.
His tongue stroked against her, and she wondered how he even knew how to kiss like this. From what she knew, he never even had a girlfriend. Their lips opened and closed at once, their tongue pushing hungrily against each other. He reached down and took her top off, a pink crop top she had worn on top of a black sports bra for her yoga session in an hour. His fingers reached behind her and unhooked her sports bra as well, making it fall onto the wet floor. He stopped kissing her to look down at her bare breasts. He looked absolutely amazed, like a kid seeing candy for the first time. “Your tits are huge,” he said, making her blush. “You don’t know how many years I’ve been dreaming about seeing these.”
“Really?” She asked, feeling incredibly flattered. She hadn’t known he was lusting after her for years like this. He reached down and pushed them against each other, making them even larger. He pushed his face into her cleavage, blocking his own breathing as he felt her soft skin.
He looked up at her. “Fuck, mom.” She couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at her with so much lust. He began sucking on her fat nipples, which were already erect for him. He lapped and licked at her like he was ravenous, using his hand to twist and pinch the other. She moaned, and could feel herself getting even more wet as she tangled her fingers in his hair.
“That feels so good, Peter. My breasts are so sensitive.” He moved his lips to her other breast, and she took the time to take her shorts and panties off in one sweep. It was the last of their clothing, and she wanted him to see all of her. He stopped sucking and looked down, seeing her bushy mound with an even more intense expression. He reached down and pushed his fingers between her folds, feeling her wetness.
“Mom… you’re such a slut.” He pulled his fingers out, showing her a string of her wetness. He put his fingers in her mouth, sucking on it. It was by far the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life. “You taste so good,” he said, before abruptly pulling her forwards and bending her back, so her ass was out and facing him.
He gave it a hard slap, watching it jiggle up and down with the water pouring on top of it. “Fuck, I can’t decide if I love your ass more or your tits.”
She couldn’t believe her own son was saying such dirty things to her, but she wanted so much more of it. It was making her so fucking wet. Her ass swayed from side to side, tempting him. “Are you going to fuck me, Peter?” She teased. She couldn’t believe how desperate she was for it. She didn’t think she’d ever wanted cock this bad.
“I’m so read to fuck you.” He aligned his cock against her dripping wet hole, grabbed onto her waist, and slammed all the way in at once. She practically screamed from the sensation. She had never had anything that deep inside of her before. It felt like he was halfway up her stomach.
“FUCK FUCK FUCK,” she cried out, her eyes shutting tight.
“You okay?” He asked, feeling her walls clamp down around him over and over again.
She breathed in and out raggedly, trying to let her body adjust to the onslaught. “Yes. Yes I’m okay. Fuck that feels so good, Peter.”
He began thrusting into her, slowly at first, letting both of their bodies get used to each other. She had nothing solid to grasp onto, and her arms were shaking as it held her entire body up against the wet shower tiles. Peter slammed into her like his life depended on it, and it seemed like he was trying his best not to cum almost immediately. Her pussy kept squeezing him, like her body wanted to keep him inside of her as much as possible. She used a hand to reach down between her legs, playing with her clit as she felt her orgasm approach. “I’m so close, Peter. Don’t stop.”
He listened to her, and began to slam even harder than before. It felt like they were going to break something at any second. His cock was so deep it felt like he was reaching her womb, his big fat cock head protruding far deeper than anyone had ever been before. “Yes, yes, yes.” She moaned with every thrust, and eventually felt her thick thighs begin to shake. She fell over the edge, her orgasm rocking her whole body as she screamed his name. Her pussy clenched around him so tight his nails dug deep in her waist, and she could feel him cumming as well. She couldn’t even remember her own name. Her head was so foggy with lust, and she was experiencing the best orgasm she had ever had. It was even better with his hot cum pumping into her, so much she knew it was going to overflow.
“PETER! FUCK. FUCK!” She moaned, riding out the rest of her orgasm. He slipped out of her, his thick cock still shooting out cum, it was so much it painted the walls of the shower, coating it in his thick white goo.
The two of them seemed to calm down at the same time, and she collapsed onto the ground as soon as he let her go. “Fuck mom. I can’t believe I lost my virginity to you,” He said matter-of-factly.
She gasped. “But you were so good… I can’t believe that was your first time. That was the best sex I’d ever had.” She regretted it as soon as it came out. How would she ever explain that to her own husband? “You’re such a good son for mommy,” she said, caressing the bottom of his chin.
He grinned, looking incredibly satisfied with himself. She was shocked to find his cock already hardening again. How was that even possible? He shut the shower, bending down to pick her up princess style. “Wait, what are you doing?” She asked, confused.
They were still soaked, but he walked her to the master bedroom and plopped her down onto the bed. “I’ve waited three years to fuck you mom. You think I’d be done only after one time?” His cum was still dripping out of her as he aligned himself against her hole again, sliding in all the way with one thrust, making her scream his name once more.
“I’m going to fuck you so much you won’t even remember dad’s name.” He whispered in her ear.