I was scrolling late one night when the video popped up in my feed. Mom and son sex stories video, the title read, with a thumbnail that showed a thick woman on her knees in front of a younger guy who looked just like the kind of stud youd see in any gym. I should have clicked away, but my cock was already twitching in my shorts. I hit play.
The woman on screen had the same full hips and heavy tits as my own mother. She was whispering filthy shit while she sucked the guys dick, calling him her good boy, telling him how wet it made her to finally taste him. I stroked myself slow at first, then faster as she climbed on top and rode him hard, her ass slapping down with every thrust. By the time the video ended I was panting, cum all over my stomach, and my head was full of one thought: what if it was us?
The next afternoon Mom came home from work in her usual tight blouse and pencil skirt. She kicked off her heels and poured two glasses of wine without asking. Long day, she said, handing me one. Her fingers brushed mine and stayed there a second too long.
We ended up on the couch with the laptop open between us. I didnt plan it, but the video was still in my history. She saw the title and laughed, low and throaty. You into that kind of thing, baby? Her eyes were dark, pupils blown.
I swallowed. Yeah. You?
Instead of answering she reached over and clicked play. The same woman started moaning on screen. Mom shifted closer until her thigh pressed against mine. Her hand landed on my leg, then slid higher. Youre hard already, she murmured, squeezing my cock through my jeans. Just like in the video.
I didnt think. I leaned in and kissed her. She tasted like wine and something sweeter. Her tongue pushed into my mouth while her hand worked my zipper down. She pulled my cock out and stroked it with sure, firm pulls, thumb circling the head the way the woman in the video did.
Fuck, Mom, I groaned.
She smiled against my lips. Say it again.
Mom, please.
She dropped to her knees between my legs and took me into her mouth in one smooth motion. Hot, wet, and tight. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
I could hear the wet sounds of her mouth and the moans coming from the laptop. It was too much and not enough.
I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her skirt rode up; she wasnt wearing panties. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I lined up and pushed inside in one long thrust. She was tight, hotter than anything Id ever felt.
Yes, she hissed. Fuck your mother just like that.
I slammed into her, hips snapping, the couch creaking under us. Her tits spilled out of her blouse when I reached around and yanked it open. I pinched her nipples while I pounded her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with the videos soundtrack.
She came first, clamping down on my cock so hard I almost lost it. I kept fucking her through it until my own orgasm hit, pumping load after load deep inside her. We stayed locked together, breathing hard, the video still playing on a loop behind us.
Later, in her bed, she rode me slow and deep, whispering every dirty thought shed ever had about me. I flipped her onto her back and fucked her until she screamed my name. We watched another mom and son sex stories video on her phone while I took her from behind again, both of us too turned on to stop.
By morning we were sticky, sore, and already planning round three. The video had just been the start. Now we had the real thing, and neither of us wanted it to end.
