Eric has always considered himself normal –except for his deepest secret. Unsure what to do, Eric has never ignored the fact he’s sexually attracted to his mother! He knows nobody can blame him, but can he make the first move? With his smoking hot mom forced to share his bed for a weekend, Eric might just get the opportunity. Will this mother and son finally cross the last boundary between them?
At first, I thought someone was moving me, rocking me gently.
Only, I realized as I came awake, that I wasn't being moved, I was the one moving. I had no idea what the hell was going on, the only thing I could really know through the haze of sleepiness was that was I horny.
Like, out of my mind horny.
It happened sometimes. A lot, actually. I mean, I was an eighteen year old guy. All those jokes and stereotypes about horny young teens, yeah, they're totally true. At least in my case it was. Normally I just jerked off and went back to sleep.
Only, this time, I couldn't because I was in bed with my-
That's what made me realize exactly what was happening and my heart nearly stopped. I was dry-humping my mother.
I was up against her curvy body, grinding my hips and cock against her full ass, one hand over her, groping one large, firm breast, covered only by a sports bra. I stopped immediately, practically trembling with absolute fear.
Maybe...maybe she hadn't woken up. Maybe she was a heavy sleeper.
I slowly let go of her and began to roll away.
That's when she moved, shifted and rolled over, facing me. Moonlight came in through a window behind me and it illuminated her face perfectly. I could see every feature, her eyes seemed to glow. She was wide awake, and by the look on her face, she knew exactly what I'd been doing. How long had I been doing it? How long had she been awake for it? Only...I didn't see what I'd expected to see on her face.
She didn't look horrified or disgusted or afraid.
I didn't know what she was thinking, I couldn't read her face at all.
“Mom,” I began, trying to find my voice. “I'm so sorry, I was asleep, I had no idea-”
“Shh,” she whispered. She reached out and placed a hand on my bicep beneath the blankets. Her hand was really warm and soft. “It's okay,” she said. She seemed to be considering something for a few seconds, and then suddenly she seemed like she'd made a decision. What the fuck was going on? It was hard to think.
“Honey,” she said softly, “listen...if you want, if you'd like to...” she paused for a second, bit her lower lip, then smiled. “You can have sex with me.”