I had just turned nineteen and moved back home after my first year at college when everything changed. Mom was in the living room scrolling on her laptop late one night, the glow lighting up her face. I walked in for a glass of water and caught a glimpse of the screen. It was one of those mom and son sex stories videos, the kind with a mature woman riding a younger guy who looked just like me. She slammed the lid shut, but her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was heavy.
"Shit, Jake, I didn't hear you come in," she said, voice low and shaky.
I stood there staring, my cock already twitching in my shorts. We'd always been close, but this was different. The air felt thick.
"Don't worry about it," I muttered, but I didn't leave. Instead I sat down next to her on the couch. "You into that stuff?"
She bit her lip, eyes darting to the obvious bulge in my pants. "Sometimes. It's just fantasy. Your dad and I… things haven't been great."
I leaned closer, the raw need hitting me hard. "Show me what you were watching."
Her hand trembled as she opened the laptop again. The video played, a woman moaning while her "son" slammed into her from behind. Mom's thighs pressed together. I reached over and rested my hand on her knee, sliding it up under her robe. Her skin was hot and smooth.
"Fuck, Mom," I growled. "You're soaked already."
She didn't stop me. Her legs parted and my fingers found her wet pussy, no panties underneath. I rubbed her clit in slow circles while the video kept playing, the sounds of slapping skin filling the room. Mom moaned softly, hips rocking against my hand.
"Jake, this is wrong," she whispered, but her voice was thick with lust. She reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts, squeezing hard. "But I need it. I need you."
I yanked my shorts down and her eyes went wide at my thick shaft. She dropped to her knees right there on the living room floor, taking me into her mouth without hesitation. Her tongue swirled around the head, sucking deep and sloppy, spit running down my balls. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face, watching the mom and son sex stories video over her shoulder.
She pulled off with a wet pop. "Bedroom. Now."
We barely made it to her room. I ripped her robe open, sucking on her heavy tits while she stroked me. She pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top, guiding my cock into her tight, dripping cunt. The feeling of sliding into my own mother made my head spin. She rode me hard, tits bouncing, moaning louder than the video still playing in the background.
"That's it, baby," she panted, grinding down on every inch. "Fuck your mom like those videos. Fill me up."
I flipped her onto her back and pounded into her, the bed creaking under us. Her legs wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass. Every thrust was raw and deep, her pussy clenching around me. She came first, screaming my name, juices squirting around my cock. I kept going, flipping her onto all fours and slamming back in, watching her ass ripple.
The dirty talk poured out of both of us. "You like your son's dick, Mom?" I grunted.
"Yes, fuck yes, give it to me harder," she begged.
I came deep inside her, pumping load after load into her spasming cunt. We collapsed together, breathing hard, but neither of us was done. She sucked me hard again and we went at it twice more that night, switching positions, exploring every filthy fantasy we'd both been hiding.
By morning we knew this wasn't stopping. The videos had just been the spark. Now we had the real thing, and it was hotter than anything on screen.
