Jimmy opened his eyes and fell out of bed as he scrambled for the bedroom door. He charged into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, and barely flipped open the toilet before retching. All the junk food he'd consumed the night before flushed from his system. He clung to the sides of the toilet dry heaving until he was sure there was nothing else to come up. He sat back on the hard tile floor with his back against the wall. What the hell was he going to do? Life as he knew it ended last night.

Flashes from last night passed through his throbbing brain. He beat his temples, desperate to keep them out, but it was no good. They came anyway. The memories were hazy, edged with fuzz. Jimmy had been drunk before he took the hits off the vape. Those hits tipped him into the abyss. He wanted to blame the drugs, but even the strongest pot couldn't make you fuck your mother.

He saw his mom on the couch—pinned between his friends—Tanner and Parker double teaming her like some scene out of a porn video. He heard his mom begging his friends to fuck her. And then Jimmy saw himself standing behind her, staring down at her plump ass and swollen cunt, ready to fuck her himself. He started to get hard and felt like he was going to be sick again.

Jimmy stripped down and took a long, scalding hot shower. He stayed in there until the water turned cold, and only then did he reluctantly step out of the shower. He listened intently as he toweled off. His mother was out there in the house somewhere, and he could not face her. He didn't know if he's ever be able to face her again. His ears were greeted by silence, but that didn't mean he was home alone. His mom was probably even worse off than he was, and still sleeping it off.

Treading lightly, Jimmy crept into the hallway. The house was old, and it was difficult to walk on the creaky floors without making a racket. When he was in high school, just a couple years ago, it had been impossible to sneak in after curfew. Each creak of the floor stabbed into his ears as he walked toward his mother's room at the end of the hallway. The door was ajar and the room was dark beyond. His mom usually opened the curtains first thing, suggesting she was still in there.

He couldn't bring himself to call out her name, so Jimmy poked his head past the door, and sighed in relief finding his mother's bed empty. His heart sank again when he realized that didn't mean she wasn't room. The clock on her nightstand said it was mid-afternoon. She could have gone to church. He almost laughed, thinking about his mom piously sitting upright in a church pew after what she'd done last night. Jimmy went to the window and pulled the curtain aside. Her car was not parked out front. Now he really did relax.

Jimmy retreated to his room and quickly dressed. He didn't know how long she'd be out, and he didn't want to be there when she returned. He threw on his standard uniform of baggy jeans, long-sleeved t-shirt and hoodie and fled out the back door, where his beat-up old Dodge Neon was parked. He purposely didn't look at the living room, where everything had gone down.

The neighborhood park was a short drive away, but it had always felt like another world to Jimmy. He'd been losing himself in the woods since he was little, probably too little to be out there alone. He wasn't always alone. This was also where he and his friends retreated when they wanted to hang out away from the prying eyes of adults, but Jimmy's friends were the last thing he wanted to think about right now.

It was a chilly October afternoon, and Jimmy shoved his hands deep into the hoodie's pockets as the trudged up the trail. The trees thickened around him as he pushed up hill. The trail wound up and around, behind a big rock face that overlooked a wide creek and an open field. Jimmy liked to sit out on that rock and look out on the world—especially when the park was deserted. It was deserted today, and that suited him just fine. Jimmy settled onto the rock, stared out into the field, and the trees beyond it, and could not escape one thought: I'm a motherfucker. Literally, a motherfucker.

Jimmy hated his friends now. How could they take advantage of his mom like that? The second she came stumbling into the house last night he knew there was going to be trouble. It took everyone a moment to get over the fear of being busted drinking underage and smoking weed, but once that passed, and they got a load of her outfit, Jimmy felt the atmosphere in the room change. The guys couldn't take their eyes off her. In the deepest, darkest part of his soul, Jimmy had to admit he couldn't either, but at least he had the grace to try. He saw his mom when she left, and when he got a load of her tits in that outfit he purposely stared at the floor. He didn't like the things he felt for his mother sometimes.

Wyatt was the worst of the group. He'd had a thing for Jimmy's mom since middle school and never tried to hide it. The others agreed that she was the hottest mom—they loved telling Jimmy he had a MILF, just to see his reaction—but Wyatt acted like he was really in love with her. Wyatt always stared. He was always like, "Mrs. O, you're so pretty" or "Thanks, Mrs. O, you're the best." She didn't see it for what it was, but why would she? Jimmy thought Wyatt came in his pants when she walked in wearing that costume last night.

Jimmy did what he could to get his mom upstairs and in bed. She was already tipsy, but it was like the world was working against him, and the next thing he knew his mom was on the couch between his friends—their hands all over. When he couldn't take anymore, he went up to his room. He felt guilty now for throwing her to the wolves, but he was too angry to care at the time. His mother was acting kind of like a slut, so she deserved what she got.

Jimmy stewed in his room until he couldn't take it anymore. He was too high to properly suppress the feelings his mother's Halloween costume stirred in him. He tried to think of anything else, but she kept coming to mind, and he was so horny he couldn't think straight. Jimmy finally resolved to kick the guys out and get his mom in bed (not like that!)

The sounds coming from the living room stopped him at the top of the stairs. The rational part of his brain told him to run back to his bedroom, shut the door, and hold his pillow over his head. The animal part of his brain took him around the corner and down the stairs to where he stopped, stunned by what he saw. There was his mom, on the couch, bouncing between his friends, Tanner and Parker. Tanner was fucking Jimmy's mom like a wild man, while Parker used her mouth. Parker let her go, and she begged Tanner to fuck her. Tanner was happy to comply, riding her ass until he filled her with his load. Parker moved in right behind her and took his friend's place.

It wasn't just a punch to the gut. It was more like a baseball bat. He had to sit on the steps as it felt like the house was turning on its side. Jimmy had never felt anything like this in his 19 years. Hot-white anger and betrayal. An urge to do serious violence. And under all of that, a burning arousal. Jimmy didn't know when he got hard, but his cock was painfully full. His balls felt heavy between his legs. He didn't want to face it, but he'd never seen anything as sexy as his mother being double teamed on the living room couch.

Jimmy saw Tanner approaching him, pulling up his pants, and tried to flee. But Tanner caught up with him. Meanwhile, Parker kept fucking Jimmy's mom, and Wyatt fed her his cock.

"Pretty fucking hot, right?" Tanner said.

"That's my mom, you asshole," Jimmy spat.

"Oh, knock it off. You want her as much as the rest of us, or you wouldn't be up here watching the show."

"Tanner, you're dick. I do not want that."

"You're not hard, Jimmy?"

Jimmy looked away, shamed.

"Hey, don't think any of us are going to judge you. We've all just had her. Why don't you come down and take your turn?"

"No! No way, man!" Jimmy shook his head, violently.

"Look at her. Karen fucking needs it, Jimmy. She's not going to turn down that hog leg of yours. Just get in there after Park's done. We've got her all ready for you."

"No. I can't. It's fucking wrong. What's wrong with you, Tanner?"

"It's not like you have pussy falling out of your pockets, Jimmy. It would be wrong to turn this down. When's the next time you're going to get the chance to bang a wild piece of tail like Karen?"

It irked Jimmy that Tanner kept referring to his mother as Karen, which was silly given the circumstances. Sitting there, the day after, staring out at the field, he still didn't know what he had been thinking. There was no excuse for his behavior. Jimmy went down those steps and he fucked his mother.

Her face was buried in Wyatt's lap. His chest was tight. How was he going to fuck her if he couldn't breathe? But then he was reaching for her, and she wiggled her ass back at him, eager for her next cock. She didn't know it was him, at first. He just thrust himself into her drenched pussy. She loved it, though. She went wild the second he stuck his cock in her, almost like she could sense something was different. She was so wet and sloppy from his friends fucking her, and coming inside her, that he didn't know what to think. It felt so different than the handful of other times he'd had sex. But his mother's cunt felt good. And the illicitness of the act made it difficult to keep from coming right off the bat. She begged him to fuck her—not knowing it was him—and he fucked her harder, feeling the cum boiling in his balls. And then she knew it was him, and the spell was broken. His mon panicked and begged him to stop. Jimmy almost did, but she felt too good. Parker told her to lie back and enjoy it, and she gave in. She loved her son's cock too much.

Jimmy kept ramming her as she screamed, climaxing on his prick. He fucked her even as she went limp. At the last minute, a sliver of sanity took over and Jimmy pulled out, shooting his load all over her round, juicy ass. At least he didn't come inside his own mother.

He ran upstairs without looking back, leaving his mother with his friends. Jimmy knew that made him a coward, but that didn't matter. He couldn't face anyone. And he still couldn't. Jimmy sat on that cold rock with the wind whipping up around him and wondered what the hell he was going to do. Could he just run away and start somewhere else?

It wasn't just about how he felt. What was his mother going to say? What was she feeling? Jimmy knew she was a good person, or always thought so until last night. Not that being drunk and high was an excuse—as she'd always told him—but she would have never done that stuff otherwise. His mom must be devastated. Maybe she had already run away. No, she would face this, and make Jimmy face it. But god, what were they going to do? How could they face something like this? Nothing would ever be the same again.

Jimmy stayed in the park until it began getting dark. He only had the light of his mobile to navigate back down the trail, so he didn't want to let it get full dark. When he reached his car, he knew he couldn't go home, not yet. He hadn't figured out how to face his mother. Instead, he stopped for a bite to eat, consuming the fast food in his car and listening to Spotify. He tried flipping through stuff on his phone, but nothing grabbed his interest. His mother was ever on his find, and when he figured out that he was mildly aroused thinking about her, he almost pulled up some porn on his mobile. He recalled his mom begging, "Jimmy...baby...don't..." And then she moaned, "Mmm...no...yes..." Jimmy was disgusted with himself and sat in his dark car.

It was almost 10 when he rolled home. Jimmy circled the block and found his mom's SUV parked out front, but didn't see any lights on in the house. If the universe had any mercy, his mother had gone to bed, hoping to avoid him too. He came in through the backdoor, and the house was silent. He picked through the dark kitchen and dining room. The living room was dimly lit from the street lights out front, but he didn't see anything. As he turned the corner to go upstairs, he heard his name.

"Jimmy."

He froze, didn't speak.

"Jimmy."

Still silent.

She turned on the light, and he took a step upward. "Jimmy, stop. We can't hide from this."

"Mom... I don't know." He didn't look at her.

"Jimmy."

"I don't know if I can talk about this. Let me go, please."

"No. We can't let this go. Come here."

He finally did turn, anger flaring. Who was she to tell him what to do after last night? She had no moral leverage. "Or what, Mom? Are you going to ground me? Spank me?"

"Stop it, Jimmy. I understand why you're angry."

"Do you, Mom? Do you understand how I'm feeling? How can you understand?"

Jimmy walked towards where she sat on the couch. She was in jeans and a worn, old Orioles t-shirt. The t-shirt was snug, emphasizing her nice, round breasts, and Jimmy cursed himself for noticing, but he couldn't help it, not now that he'd seen her tits nude, bouncing as she was fucked by his friends. His cock stirred, and he tried to suppress those feelings.

She looked as worn out and worried as he felt, but she was still beautiful. Jimmy's mother had always been beautiful. From an early age, he'd known his mom was pretty in a way that most of the other mothers weren't. She'd worn her hair darker and shorter when he was younger, but his dad liked blondes, so over time she'd begun dying it and let it grow out. It was a shady of honey-blonde now, and fell just past her shoulders. She was prettier when it was down, not pulled back. She was in her mid-40s now, and wore glasses, but the dark frames only seemed to highlight her pretty blue eyes. His mom had laugh lines when she smiled, but her smile was radiant. She was not smiling now.

Jimmy got why his friends wanted her. She was pretty and blonde, and had always been in reasonably good shape. Maybe she'd thickened a bit over the years, but Tanner liked a thick ass, and her tits had always been incredible. And then Jimmy's dad left, and after she got over her initial depression, she'd pulled herself together and transformed herself. Transformed wasn't fair. She had always been attractive, but his mother started running every morning, which knocked off a few pounds and nicely shaped her legs and butt. Her ass kept a nice little jiggle, but it was rounder. And her breasts looked bigger when she slimmed down. Yes, Jimmy understood how his friends felt, because even he had noticed how his mother looked, but that didn't excuse anything.

"Jimmy," she said, taken aback.

"Do you know what I'm feeling? I don't remember you mentioned this happened to you. Did Mom Mom fuck some boys from the neighborhood? Or did Poppie screw some of your friends?"

"Jimmy, stop!"

"When Poppie fucked your friends, did you just have to jump in? Was it too hot for you?"

"Jimmy, enough! Sit down."

He fell silent, but was fuming. How could that slut sit here and act like his mother after what she'd done? She was acting like it was no big deal. For a moment, he wondered if she'd been fucking his friends all along, and he'd only just found out. Jimmy sat beside her, and for the first time it occurred to him what his problem was. It floored him.

Jimmy sat beside his mother on the couch—that couch. He swore the room still smelled of sex, even though his mother had cleaned the mess from the night before. There was no sign of the depraved orgy he'd shared his with friends. Shared was being generous. They took what they wanted and left him sloppy seconds...or thirds...or fourths. Yeah, he was jealous. He was jealous because his friends didn't consider how their good time would affect him. He was jealous because they had her first. His friends were brave enough to do the things he'd only thought about in the darkest reaches of his mind. And he was jealous because she gave herself to them. Maybe she did start out with a token no, but Tanner was right. She wanted it. Karen wanted it. Jimmy heard her mother begging them to fuck her. He saw how she swallowed their cocks. The truth made him sick. Jimmy was jealous because he wanted her himself. If she was going to give herself away like that, Jimmy wanted her first. It was sick, but he felt she should have known.

"I know this must be very difficult for you, but can we please talk? I love you, Jimmy. I don't want this to ruin our lives," she said earnestly.

Jimmy took a deep breath and calmed himself. He didn't know what to say to her, because he didn't know how to tell her what she was feeling. Yes, he hated himself for his weakness, he could tell her that. He just didn't know how to tell her that he was so upset because he was jealous of his friends, and he was made at her for being their whore. How could he tell his mother he wanted her to be his whore?

"Mom...it's just all so fucked up," he started, pausing when he caught himself cursing. The irony nearly made him laugh. "I feel like I'm all over the place. There's just so much... How can we even tackle this?"

"Do you want me to start, honey?" She reached for his hand, but he pulled away. He felt a pang of guilt at her hurt expression.

Jimmy nodded.

She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "I'm not really sure where to start either, honey. I guess at the beginning. What happened with your friends—I don't even know how things got so out of hand. I was a little tipsy when I came home, and I should not have had anymore to drink, let alone smoked your pot. And don't think we're not going to talk about that."

"Really, Mom?"

She smiled. It was nice to see her smile. "I'm still your mother, no matter how you feel about me right now."

"I know that."

"Anyway, I don't know if you've noticed, but things have been very strange for me the last year or so. It was very hard when your father left. I didn't know what to do with myself. I never even considered there was a time when we wouldn't be together. It felt like my world ended."

"I'm sorry, Mom." Jimmy took her hand now, feeling sad for her.

"Thanks, but that's not necessary. I'm just trying to explain my frame of mind, so maybe—hopefully—you won't just think the worst of me."

"I don't just think the worst of you, Mom. It's...complicated."

"I get that, Jimmy."

"But you're really pretty, Mom. Once you got out there, it's not like you had trouble dating."

"We've never really talked about that. How do you feel about me dating?"

"I can't lie. It's weird for me. Not as weird as what happened last night, but it's weird. I mean, you're my mom, so it's hard to see you as—I don't know—a woman."

"But I am a woman. And I don't want to hurt you, but I don't want to be alone either."

"I know. You have needs, Mom."

"Jimmy..."

"Sorry."

Jimmy couldn't help himself. He'd overheard what she'd told his friends. But he already knew it. He tried his best to get used to his mother dating, but it was tough because of all the conflicting feelings it brought to his young mind. It started with the simplest feelings any kid has. It's hard to see your mother move on and bring other men around. Most boys don't want to think about their mother doing things with those men, and they don't want to see their father being replaced. Jimmy didn't give a shit about his dad, but he did think about his mother doing things with her dates. He was not typical, though. It didn't gross Jimmy out. It made him hard.

His mother would get all dolled up for her dates and Jimmy would see her before she went out. She always looked good, and sometimes she looked hot. She was a decent woman, and didn't usually over-do it, but there were times when she'd slip into something particularly sexy for a man she really wanted to impress. And Jimmy knew why she wanted to impress her date. She wanted to get lucky.
When she came down in some short dress that showed off her legs, or something that really featured her tits, Jimmy tried to not stare at his mother, but it wasn't easy. Her outfits had gotten particularly sexy with this last guy. Things were steamy with this one. Jimmy knew first hand. It stung when Wyatt accused him of listening in on his mother having sex—because it was true. Jimmy didn't set out to do it, and it freaked him out the first time it happened, but he found he looked forward to his mom bringing dates home as time went on. She only did it if it was very late and she thought he would be asleep. Their house was not big, and his mother was not nearly as quiet as she thought she was. Her moans and cries of passion turned his cock to a bar of steel. Jimmy couldn't help jerking off when he heard it. And when he heard the bed straining to contain the action, Jimmy knew his mom's date was putting it to her hard. Jimmy knew it was sick, but he couldn't help wishing it was him in there.

"Anyway, I just want you to know that I've been in a vulnerable place, and then I had a fight with Steve at the party last night and I was angry and hurt, and I think I had something to prove. I'm not trying to say any of that is an excuse for what happened. You were right last night. I should have just gone upstairs, but the guys were pushing all the right buttons and it felt so good to be appreciated and accepted like that, especially by a bunch of younger guys."

"Do you like younger guys?" Jimmy asked.

"I guess. I don't know. At my age, I guess it feels good to know you're still attractive to younger guys, but I don't think about boys your age, if that's what you're thinking." She looked embarrassed.

"It's okay, Mom. I get it. It makes sense."

"But no matter how flattered I was, I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have even been dressed like that in front of your friends."

Jimmy noticed she didn't say anything about being dressed that way in front of him. It was probably because it didn't even occur to her to think about that, but it was all he could think about. Jimmy wished his mother was dressed like that more often—not that she had to. Just the tight t-shirt she wore tonight made his balls tingle. It took everything he had to avoid thinking about his mother's tits.

"Don't worry, Mom. It wasn't just the outfit that set them off. Wyatt's wanted to do that forever. It was just an excuse. They got you at the right moment and they took advantage of you."

"Maybe that's part of it, but I have to take responsibility for myself. I should have gone upstairs. I should have seen the direction things were going and stopped it."

"When I think about it from your point of view, I guess I can see how it happened. Sort of..."

Jimmy really was softening towards his mother. He understood that it was the perfect storm. She was in the right vulnerable frame of mind, everyone was drunk and stoned, and everyone was horny. Still, his friends gangbanged his mother. It wasn't like she'd just screwed one of them. She'd turned into a total whore. He'd never be able to unsee that.

"Sort of?"

"Mom, it's hard to explain. It's just, okay, maybe if Wyatt had gotten you in the right mood and you were drunk, I can see something happening—not that it's not crazy. But it was all of them, Mom. It was like you couldn't stop yourself. You wanted everything they did. You wanted all of them."

"I don't know what came over me, Jimmy. I knew it was wrong when we started, I tried to resist them, but way they touched me... I know you don't want to hear this, but it just felt so good. After a while, I couldn't help myself. I did want it. I'm sorry, honey. I know it's terrible. I know what that makes me."

She looked away from him. Jimmy could see her trembling. He didn't want his mother to cry, so he took her hand and squeezed it. Her hand was warm and soft, and just touching her bare flesh sent a ripple of desire through him. She looked back at him, biting her lip.

"But you really did want it? They weren't making you do all that stuff?"

"In the beginning...I don't know...I guess I really did want it. I don't know how to describe it, honey. It was like I was so desired, and when they touched me... I shouldn't talk about that part with you, Jimmy."

Jimmy wished she would, and wished she wouldn't. He had never been so confused. Right and wrong were jumbled in his brain. He knew his feelings were wrong, but he couldn't stop them. He just wanted to satisfy them. He wanted his mother.

"Is it true what you said about the guys? About how they've always looked at me like that?"

"They told you themselves, Mom."

"They were just saying that to get in my panties."

"No, it's true. They've always thought you were a MILF. They talk about it all the time."

She squeezed his hand back. "How does that make you feel? You shouldn't have to defend my honor."

"I told them not to. I told them it was wrong. But I couldn't really argue with them."

"What do you mean?"

"You are hot, Mom. You are a MILF."

She shook her head. "You shouldn't talk like that, Jimmy. It's not right."

Jimmy laughed, but it wasn't cruel this time. It was genuine. "After last night? Really, Mom."

"We've talked about your friends. We haven't really talked about what happened with us."

"I know you liked it, Mom."

"It's not about that, Jimmy. If I had known it was you... It was so wrong, honey. You shouldn't have, we shouldn't have..."

Jimmy turned on the couch so he was facing her. "Even after you knew it was me, you didn't stop. You wanted it, Mom."

"Jimmy...I was all caught up...I was so far gone, honey. I wasn't thinking straight."

"I didn't think I was either."

"Of course not. What you saw was shocking. It made you crazy, honey. You probably forgot it was me. You just saw what was going on, and you had the natural reaction of a young man."

"No, Mom. I knew it was you. I never forgot it was you."

"But Jimmy..."

"Really, Mom. Maybe the other guys pushed me over the edge, and I guess I was out of control too, but it was about you."

"Stop it, Jimmy."

"I can't. I can't hide this, Mom."

"Jimmy..."

"I did it because I wanted you. I wanted to fuck you, Mom."

"No, Jimmy, you can't."

"And it wasn't just last night. I've been thinking about you for a long time, Mom. Thinking about...that."

"It's not right, honey. You're just confused because of the way your friends talk. They're disgusting. They shouldn't make you think like that."

"You didn't think they were disgusting last night."

"It was all disgusting. Your friends are so wrong, Jimmy."

"They didn't make me do anything. And I can't help the way I feel about you."

"You have to. It's so wrong. Last night shouldn't have happened. It can never happen again."

"I thought that way too, Mom. But now I realize I'm glad it happened."

"No, Jimmy!"

"I'm glad it happened, and deep down so are you. You loved it, Mom. You want me too."

"I don't, Jimmy. It's wrong. We can't..."

"It's perfect, Mom. Don't you see? I'm not an asshole like Steve—or Dad. You know I love you. You know I'll never hurt you."

"Jimmy, mothers and sons don't do that. It's wrong."

"I won't get you pregnant, Mom. We'll be careful."

"I have birth control," she mumbled, almost like it was an aside. "It's not about that. You know it's wrong, Jimmy."

"I don't care. I just don't. I need you, Mom."

She pulled against him, but Jimmy didn't release her hand. She looked afraid, and it hurt him, but he saw something else there. He was sure he saw desire. She couldn't forget about how good it felt when they were together, not any more than he could. And he was going to prove to her it wasn't just about his friends, or being out of control. He was going to prove he could make her feel like that all on his own. Now he knew what his mother needed.

"Let go of me, Jimmy."

"I can't do that. We both know what you want. We both know what you need."

"Jimmy, no."

"I need it to, Mom. It's okay."

The time for talking was done. Jimmy pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She stiffened and pushed against his chest. She tried to get away, but he wrapped his arms around her tighter. She tried twisting her head way, but he held it in place, his lips mashed to hers. He didn't remember her fighting his friends at all. It made him angry. She was not going to refuse him, not after giving herself to his friends. She was his mother. She belonged to him, dammit.

Jimmy gripped the back of her neck harder, and felt his mother jump. She also gasped, opening her lips just enough for him to really kiss her. She stayed stiff in his arms, but he lips started moving. Her resistance was melting, just like Jimmy knew it would. He knew her slut mother couldn't resist. Jimmy knew her true nature now. He didn't mind that his mother was a slut, as long as she was his slut.

She gradually stopped fighting him, and by the time Jimmy was fully hard, his mother was pliant in his arms. He snaked his tongue into her mouth, and she flicked her own back at him. He slackened his hold on her, and she slipped her arms around him. His heart pounded in his chest. He couldn't believe it was really happening, but it was. After all the years of confusing feelings, Jimmy was finally going to get what he'd always wanted deep down. His mother was his.

Jimmy kissed her soft cheek, brushing her blonde hair aside so he could get at her neck. She melted when he kissed her there. Jimmy had found most girls did. He felt her hot breath on his cheek, knew his mother was panting. Yes, she wanted it.

"Honey...this is so wrong..." she sighed, the words barely more than a whisper.

Jimmy ignored her. She wasn't fighting him anymore, but nothing was going to stop him anyway. She stiffened again when he touched her breast, but she didn't take his hand away. Instead, she let her son grope her, and Jimmy wished he could feel more of her through the padded t-shirt bra. She ran her hands through his hair, and tickled the back of his neck with her long fingernails. He had always liked his mom's pretty nails.

"Jimmy..." she breathed when they stared into each other's eyes. She was pleading with him, but it wasn't clear for what.

"Mom, I love you," he answered, and kissed her again.

Their second kiss was hotter, more passionate. She was a sexy kisser when she wasn't resisting, and put the girls his age to shame. No 19-year-old girl could compare. She kissed him like she wanted it as badly as he did, without that pretense that she had to hold back. His blood pumped in his ears, and he was so hard it hurt. Jimmy could have shoved it into her right then, but he knew he had to take it slow. He wanted to make his mother feel good. He pulled at her t-shirt. He was ready to really get at her wonderful tits.

She raised her arms and let him pull her top off, but then she held out her hands, trying to stop him. Jimmy stared at her, confused. He was not about to stop.

"Jimmy, honey, you really need to stop and think. This isn't something you can take back—we can take back. Do you really want to do this?"

He grinned. "I know what I want. You're the only one who seems to be confused."

"It's not about wanting it, honey. Every moment of my life tells me this is wrong."

"And you want it anyway. Don't you, Mom?"

"Jimmy..."

He pushed her hands aside, and she only offered feeble resistance. He touched her cheek, and she held his wrist, but he still moved his hand to her breast. She wore a white t-shirt bra, and he saw the clasp in the front. He didn't have a ton of experience, so he unhooked her bra with both hands. She covered her breasts with both hands, holding her bra in place.

"Jimmy, don't make me," she begged.

Jimmy was about to reply that he wasn't making her do anything, but then he recognized that she needed this, at least to start. She needed to believe he was making her do it. Jimmy was not going to rape his mother, but he knew this was not rape. She needed is help with this.

"Mom, I have to. Don't fight me."

He brushed her hands aside and her bra slipped off her shoulders, hanging on her arms. The slopes of her tits were covered with tiny freckles, the result of his mother's love of the sun. This was really the first chance he had to study her. When he came back down the night before, she was on her hands and knees being used. He couldn't focus on one thing. But now he marveled at his mother's tits. He didn't know what to expect, but they were big enough to fill his hands, and they looked perky for a woman in her 40s who'd had two kids. The brief thought about his sister, off in college, gave him a pang of—something—but Jimmy ignored that. Her nipples were puffy and pale pink, jutting out and turning darker as the stiffened. He'd always thought an older woman would be kind of saggy with nothing to hold her up, and while she didn't look like a 20-year-old girl, Jimmy thought his mother was the sexiest woman he'd ever seen.

"Mmm, not too rough, honey. They're sensitive, and I'm a little sore after last night. If you're gentle it feels really good."

Jimmy teased her nipples lightly while massaging her tits. She jumped and gasped.

"Yes, like that, honey. Mmm, just like that," she moaned.

Her eyes were closed behind her dark-framed glasses, like she wanted to pretend it was someone else touching her. Jimmy had always thought she looked so pretty in her glasses, and didn't understand why she wore contacts on most of her dates. He purposely left them on and kissed her again while he rubbed her tits.

She moaned into their kiss, and he felt her excitement growing. It might take more urging, but she was going to let him fuck her. Jimmy was past the point where she could stop him anyway. He had to have his sexy mother.

Jimmy kissed her neck again, and tilted her back on the couch while he kissed his way to her breasts. She sighed and stroked his hair. He sucked one of those sweet nipples into his mouth, and she cried out, hissing, "Yesss!"

It was so exciting to feel his mother trembling from what he was doing to her. Her breathing was deep, punctuated by soft moans, and she dug her nails into his scalp when he flicked his tongue over her nipples. Jimmy wanted to tease her nipples with his teeth—he dated a girl who liked that—but his mom told him to be gentle, which was odd. His friends were gentle with her at all, and she loved every second of it.

Jimmy worked the snap on her jeans and pulled her zipper down. She didn't hesitate until he shoved a hand into her jeans. Her panties were soaked.

"Jimmy, wait..." she moaned.

His tongue was still teasing her nipple, so he knew she wouldn't stop him. He rubbed her through the wet panties, and she jumped, pushing at his hand. Jimmy took it as a go-ahead, and pulled on her jeans, trying to work them past her round hips. His mother was in good shape from running every morning, but she still had a nice round ass and a sexy hourglass figure. Her ass looked particularly good in a tight pair of jeans. He had to stop sucking her tits and grab her tight jeans with both hands to pull them down, which also dragged her blue panties halfway down her legs.

Jimmy saw the panicked look on her face, and knew he couldn't give his mother time to think about what he was doing, but he still had to take a moment to admire her pussy. She wasn't a natural blonde, but that didn't matter, of course, because she was shaved clean. Her lips were red and swollen, and he could see how damp they were, even in the dim light of the living room. She moved to cover up, so Jimmy dove right in, pushing her thighs apart and burying his face in his mother's cunt.

"Jimmy...wait...you shouldn't...oh god...honey...oh god..."

The words came out of her mouth as a rush, and ended with a moan of surrender as her son's tongue found her clit. Jimmy was only 19, but he knew what he was doing down there from the two months he spent screwing his manager at his high school job. She was almost ten years older and had schooled him in the ways to make a woman happy—and avoid the dumb kid stuff that left women frustrated. Some guys never learned all that, and Jimmy was proud of his skills. Now his mother was the beneficiary of his studies.

"Oh god, Jimmy...oh god Jimmy...feels so good..."

He lashed at her clit with his tongue, hitting it over and over, but it was difficult to stay on target because she was so drenched his fingers kept slipping off her lips. As he sucked and licked his mother's cunt, Jimmy tried not to think about his friends fucking her just 24 hours ago. He speared two fingers inside her and her cunt squished as he finger-fucked her.

"Jimmy...oh my god...oh my god...Jimmy! Feels so good! Right there! Yes! Yes! Jimmy!" she cried.

His mother bucked on the couch and flooded his face. Making his mother come was like a shot of adrenaline. He kept licking and fingering her, and she kept going crazy. Her slut side was out, and he knew she was his now. Jimmy was ready to fuck his mother.

Jimmy shucked his hoodie and threw off his pants. He didn't bother with his t-shirt. He knew he had to keep moving. His mom was in orgasmic bliss, but that didn't mean she wouldn't react when he put it in. He moved on top of her, cock in hand.

"Jimmy, what are you doing?" she asked, slightly dazed.

"You know what I'm doing, Mom."

"Isn't this enough, honey? I know you want this, but it's so wrong. We can do other things, honey. Let me suck you, Jimmy."

His mother's offer to blow him was tempting, but there would be time for that later. It was time to fuck. He rubbed his cock against his slit, and she moaned, staring up at him. He knew she was scared. He knew she thought this was wrong, whether she wanted it or not. But he didn't care anymore. He knew she would fall in line.

"No, Mom. I have to have you."

"Jimmy, please..."

"I'm going to fuck you, Mom."

"Jimmy, wait... Please don't..."

Jimmy ignored his mother and thrust inside her. She was so wet, she practically sucked him inside her. It didn't matter what her mouth said. Her body wanted him. He buried his cock in her and he left it there. It felt like it was humming. He felt her clenching around him, like she was trying to draw him deeper still.

"Fuck, Mom, you feel incredible," he groaned.

"Jimmy..."

"Your pussy is like magic, Mom."

"Jimmy...oh god...you're so big..."

"You like that big cock, Mom? You like my big dick filling you?"

Jimmy knew she should be loving to his mother, but he remembered how his friends talked to her, and how hot it was. He knew she liked being treated like a slut. It didn't mean he loved her any less.

"Jimmy...don't...please...Jimmy...call me Karen...please"

"You like that big cock, Karen?"

She nodded vigorously, her eyes closed.

Jimmy shifted, pulled out, then thrust back into her hard.

"Tell me you want it, Karen."

"I...I...I want it, honey. God help me! I want it!"

Jimmy slowly slid in and out of his mother. Her mouth hung open and her legs wrapped around his waist. She moved her hips, pushing back at him, but she still kept her eyes closed. It bothered him.

"Look at me," he demanded. "Look at me, Karen!" It felt weird calling his mom by her first name. It wasn't right, even with what they were doing. Her eyes stayed closed. "Look me at me, Mom! Look at me while I fuck you!"

Her eyes snapped open. She looked like a wild animal. Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her cunt tightened around him, and for a second he thought he was going to come. She was an incredible lover.

"Jimmy...please...make love to me...please, honey! I want you!"

"That's it, Mom! I knew you loved my cock!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm a slut, Jimmy!"

"I know, Mom. You're my slut, and I love you for it!"

"I love you, Jimmy. Oh god! I love you!"
She was wrapped around him so tightly it was hard to move, but nothing was going to stop that young man. Deep inside his mother, Jimmy felt like he belonged. This was where he was meant to me. He was meant to be his mother's lover. He didn't care what society thought of it.

"Fuck, Mom! Fuck, Mom!" he cried.

"Jimmy! Jimmy! Don't stop! Please, honey! Please don't stop!" she screamed.

She started flailing, like she did when she came before. Feeling his mother climaxing beneath him was too much for Jimmy. It was amazing he held out as long as he did. He vaguely remembered his mother saying something about birth control, but it didn't matter. He wasn't stopping. Wild horses couldn't have dragged him off her. Jimmy slammed his cock into her one last time and shot his load deep into her hungry pussy.

"Oh god! I feel you coming, Jimmy!"

Being a young man, Jimmy dropped a huge load in his mother. It felt so good to release inside her. He was releasing years of sexual frustration. He leaned down, and they started frantically kissing. The kissed like they wanted to consume each other.

"Honey, I love you! You have to know that!" she exclaimed.

"I know, Mom. I know." He saw tears in her eyes, it was like a stab in his gut. "Mom, don't cry."

"It's okay, honey. It's just such a rush of feelings. I don't know what to think or feel. This is so crazy."

"We'll figure it out, together."

"I know, honey."

Jimmy climbed off her, his wet cock sliding out with a plop. His mother stared at it, seemingly impressed that he was still semi-hard. She didn't hide her desire this time. That was fine with him. He planned on fucking her all night.

"I hope you didn't think we were done, did you?"

She laughed. "I'm used to men my age, honey. I keep forgetting the way you young men can just keep going and going."

"We're going to keep going, Mom."

"Let's go upstairs first, then. No more on this couch. We're going to have to burn this thing."

"Very funny."

Jimmy followed his mother upstairs, appreciating the way her nude ass jiggled when she walked. Damn, she was so sexy. Seeing her body like that, it was hard to stay angry at his friends. How could they help themselves? He couldn't. But they didn't need to know that.

She ducked into the bathroom, and he went down to her room. What had been his parents' bedroom? How many times had his dad fucked his mother in that bed? He'd been in that room a thousand times, but it felt like he was coming in for the first time. He wasn't coming in there as a child. He was coming in as a man now. He felt his young cock growing hard again as he thought about taking his mother in her martial bed.

Jimmy was laying on the bed when she came in. He was on his back, and his cock stood straight up when he saw his nude mother in the doorway. She stayed there, and he felt her eyes crawling over him. She'd left her glasses in the bathroom. It was really the first time either of them had the chance to check out the other, and Jimmy unabashedly stared at his mom. Her body was beautiful. He knew she wasn't supposed to be attracted to a woman in her 40s, but he was. He was very impressed by her tits, a nice handful and still pretty perky. He wanted to suck on those hard, pink nipples. Her hips had a nice roundness to them, and seeing she was clean-shaven made his cock swell. She was looking at him too, but didn't come any closer.

"Come here, Mom," he said.

She came into the bedroom, but he could see she was making herself. She paused at the foot of the bed, her eyes going from his eyes to his stiff prick. It was obvious she wanted it, but she looked scared."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This is hard for me, honey. It doesn't feel right. You must know that."

"Come here, Mom," he repeated, beaconing her onto the bed.

Tentatively, she crawled onto the bed between his legs, kneeling with his cock right in front of her. Her eyes were drawn to it like a magnet. Jimmy told her to touch it, and she reached out, carefully caressing it like it might bite her. He smiled, finding her reticence silly. Why did she hold back? They'd fucked twice now. The horse was out of the barn. Why did she still need to be pushed? Would it always be like this? She began stroking him, gaining more confidence.

"That feels really good, Mom—I mean, Karen."

"You have a really nice dick, Jimmy. Your girlfriends must be very happy."

He laughed. "I haven't had any complaints. You seem to like it."

She blushed. "It was great, honey." She stopped, embarrassed by her words. "I know you think I'm crazy. But you just don't understand. You're my son. This isn't supposed to happen."

"But we want it to happen, so let go, Karen."

She smiled. "It was easier when you boys made me."

"Okay. Suck it, Mom."

"Jimmy..."

"Do it. Suck me."

She brushed her blonde hair back and leaned forward, her lips brushing his head. Jimmy's hips jerked, and his cock slipped into his mother's mouth. Her tongue slid along the underside and he gasped. Jimmy hadn't enjoyed the pleasure of his mother's mouth like his friends. He didn't know what a good cocksucker she was, but he was learning. Her cheeks caved as she firmly sucked him, slowly sliding her lips down his shaft. She gripped the base tightly, jerking it. Her clear blue eyes met his for a moment, but she closed them.

Jimmy held her hair back from her face so he could watch her sucking him. It was an unbelievable sight. He'd imagined it more than once, but he never thought he'd actually see his mother sucking his cock. It was even more amazing to see than he'd imagined. She was just so pretty, and the more she sucked him, the more she got into it. It looked like she was really enjoying her work. She sucked him hard, pulling back until she held just the head in her mouth. She tongued his head while she stroked his wet shaft, and Jimmy almost came in that moment. The only reason he didn't was that she let him slip from her mouth.

"Fuck, Mom...Karen...fuck that's good. Please don't stop."

"Honey, I love your cock."

"Show me, Karen. Suck my balls."

She smiled wickedly and went down, licking and kissing his ball sac. This Karen shit was annoying. He just didn't think of her that way. She was his mother. He called her Mom. Karen felt wrong in his mouth.

"Oh god...fuck, Mom...fuck that's hot..."

His mother slowly stroked his shaft while she feasted on his balls. She smothered them with her tongue, then sucked each one into her mouth and slurped away. Jimmy smoothed her hair and moaned encouragement. He almost lost it again when she dug deep and her tongue darted under his nutsack, going dangerously close to his anus. For a second he thought his mother was going to eat his ass. Mom was kinky as fuck, he thought.

"Fuck, Mommy! Oh, fuck!" he moaned.

Jimmy had to pull her head up, or he really was going to blast his load all over her hair. His mother pulled him right back into her mouth and aggressively sucked him, like she needed it. He held the back of her head and jacked his hips off the bed. He remembered what she'd said—she liked it when they made her do it. His gripped tightened on her head, and Jimmy fucked his mother's mouth. She started to gag, but he didn't have any mercy. He thrust to the back of her throat and held it there. His mom sucked hungrily, even as drool ran out of her mouth. The only reason Jimmy didn't blast down her throat was because he had other plans. He released his mother, and she pulled back, sucking air.

"Honey, slow down! I'm not like the girls your age," she complained.

"You're a thousand times better, Mom. You're fucking incredible. You should teach classes."

"That's really sweet, honey. But please, don't use that word when we're together like this. It's just wrong."

Jimmy caught his mother's wrist and pulled her down onto the bed beside him. In one fluid motion, he rolled on top of her, his cock bouncing against her swollen cunt. She looked a little scared, and incredibly horny.

"Put it in," he ordered.

"Jimmy," she gasped.

He took her wrist, put her hand on his cock. "Put it in, Mom. Put my cock in your pussy."

"Oh. My God," she exclaimed, taking her son's prick and slipping it inside her. Jimmy buried himself with one thrust. "Oh fuck, Jimmy!" she cried.

"That's it, Mommy, that my cock. Take it nice and deep," he groaned, holding himself inside her.

"Honey...yes...it feels so good, baby!"

"You love my cock, don't you, Mom?"

"I do. God help me, I love it. Please, Jimmy!"

"What, Mom?"

"Please take me. Make me fuck you, Jimmy. Make me yours!"

"Yes, you're mine now. You're all mine," he cooed.

He did not take her violently like he did on the couch, but made slow, passionate love to his mother. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms and legs around him, drawing him inside her. There was no question he was making her do anything. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

"I love you, Mommy," he moaned.

"Yes, honey. I love you so much. I'm sorry I fought you. I'm sorry for everything. I do want you, Jimmy. I want to be your woman."

"You are my woman."

"Yes!"

"And my mother!"

"Yes! God, yes, Jimmy!"

"Say it!"

"I'm yours, Jimmy...your woman...your mother...your slut...all yours, honey..."

"Fuck, yes, Mom!"

"Yes! Yes, that's it, baby! Give it to me! Give it all to mommy. Give me your nice big cock."

"Fuck, Mom..."

"Fuck mommy good! Fuck me so good, baby. That's what you want. You want to fuck your mother!"

"Yeah...yeah..."

"Give it to me, motherfucker!"

"Yes! Fuck, yeah, Mom!"

"Fuck your mommy! Fuck me so good! Love your fucking dick..."

"Take it, Mommy!"

"Yes! Yes! YES! Jimmy..."

Her cunt gripped him so tightly he could hardly move. He gave her one last deep thrust and came deep inside his mother. The very action felt so wrong, and that's what made him come so hard. He bet his mother felt the same way too. They stayed locked together afterward, his soft cock nestled in his mother's pussy.

"I love you so much, baby," she sobbed.

"I love you too. I don't care who thinks it's wrong. I need you. I need you, Mom."

"I need you too, Jimmy. I don't know how we can go back."

"We won't. Not ever."

"We'll figure it out, honey. Don't worry. Mom will figure everything out."

The incestuous couple fell asleep in each other arms that night. And every night after that.