A Mothers Unexpected Encounter

Never in a million years did it cross Sara's mind that anything like this would have happened today. She was a normal, middle-class woman in a very normal neighbourhood where nothing interesting ever happened, and everyone liked it that way. There was always gossip to be had about who had done what, and who might have been sleeping with who, but nothing was ever confirmed, and all the rumours seemed to die down after a few days, replaced by a new set of who had done what. That was how Sara liked it, that was how it was in her little suburb, at least until today. Today was where her entire world had changed in less than 20 minutes.

Her son, Sam, had just come back from college, he'd graduated with a fantastic degree in psychology and was applying to do a masters elsewhere, and in the meantime, he'd come home to be with his parents. Sara and her husband loved having him back in the house, of course they wanted him to continue with his studies and flourish out into the world on his own, but having their little boy back in the nest with them was fantastic. However, in the time he'd been away, it was clear Sam wasn't their

little

boy anymore. While he'd obviously grown up prior to going off to college, it seemed Sam had flourished and found himself a lot more there, now having an extensive network of friends across the country and seemingly becoming something of a heartthrob as well; never a week went by where another woman would be seen fawning over him as they headed up to his bedroom. It wasn't long before the women moved from women of his age to some slightly older women, and after a while the women were approaching Sara's own age.

This was not a concern of Sara's initially, in fact, her and her husband talked about it and despite the fact she'd never sleep with a younger man, she understood that if their sex life had been completely dead, then she might do that. Thankfully, her sex life wasn't dead, and her husband, Colin, could do a lot to make her happy. However, as much as she'd never admit it, the idea of a younger man did crop up in her head every now and then, mostly in the moments where Colin might have been showing his age a little, she would think about her son and the noises of pleasure from the older married women he seemed to be pleasing incredibly well.

All that to say, while things were different with her son home, what happened today was something she have never saw coming.

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It was an incredibly normal day, slightly cloudy outside with the chance of rain, a perfect opportunity to get a lot of the housework done. She worked part-time as an accountant in a small legal firm, and with today being a weekday her Colin was working, she used it to get jobs in the house done with as little interference as possible, and so was dressed in her housework gear, a pair of jeans that were tight around her sizable rear, and a white t-shirt with no bra underneath for maximum comfort and movement.

She knew Sam was home, but he was doing some university application for his masters today; that was what he said, she knew he played games and watch YouTube a lot of the time, but he did enough work to keep them satisfied, so why bother making him do more than he wanted. He'd come down for lunch a little bit ago, and so when he wandered into the kitchen, she didn't assume anything was wrong.

"Hey Mom," Sam said, walking up to the kitchen island behind her.

"Hey honey," she replied, just finishing up the last bits of washing up she was doing. "How's the applications going?"

"Well enough, all the personal statements are just annoying, that's basically what I've been doing all day."

"Well, they have to be done I guess," She didn't push any further,

"I guess." She sensed him move behind her in the room, almost waiting to get to the sink.

"I'll be done in a second, then I'll be out of your way." She reached into the water and pulled the plug, the water in the sink draining as she moved back towards the kitchen island and grabbed a hand towel, drying her hands.

It was then that Sam moved in and gently hugged her from behind, his arms wrapping around her stomach,

"I love you mom." He said, making her smile,

"And what have I done to get this kind of affection?"

"Nothing, I just... I don't think I say it enough." She smiled. Ever since he'd come back from college, Sam had been a lot more affectionate. He'd been telling her he loved his mother and hugging her more than he ever had before. Now, this hug was nothing unusual, unexpected in the moment, but nothing he hadn't done before.

"Well, it's always nice to hear." Sara said, putting a hand on his and enjoying the moment. He then gave her a small kiss on the cheek, and she laughed, "Well don't I feel lucky."

"I just... I want you to know I do love you." He said, seemingly a little nervous, though hiding it quite well. As he said that, his hands slowly moved along her curves to her hips; again, nothing too unusual, but unexpected in the moment.

"I do know honey, don't worry." She did her best to look back at him and smiled warmly.

"I just..." Sam paused, leaving what he was about to say hanging.

"You just, what honey?" She said, putting a hand on his as she looked at him with a slight concern for him. He seemed to be avoiding eye contact with her.

"I wish... I wish I could show you how much I love you." He said, looking at her. She blushed a little, rubbing his hand,

"You do honey, you show me every day how much you love me. And I love you for it." As she said that, his hands slowly seemed to move down onto her legs and towards the front of her thighs,

"No mom I... I don't think you understand." He now seemed incredibly nervous, and Sara was a little worried about what he meant.

"What do you mean, honey?" He looked down a bit, before leaning in and kissing her cheek again.

"I want to... I..." He stuttered before finally finding the words, "I want to please you." Sara was a little in shock, what on earth did he mean by that?

"You... you do please me honey," she said, a little nervous, "You make me proud every single day." She felt his hands on her thigh, the heat seemingly wanting to burn through the denim of her jeans.

"No... I... I want..." he stuttered, he then kissed her cheek again, this time pulling away and placing a second kiss on her shoulder. Sara didn't know what to make of this, and with the very slow movement of his hands up her thighs, she was getting more and more concerned for what was going on.

"What do you want?" She asked, trying to pull away from his shoulder kiss.

"Can I show you?" He asked, and she almost froze. She had no idea what was going to happen next.

"That depends," She answered, with the hand she had on his trying to stop at least that one from its seeming ascent up her thigh.

"Depends on what?" Sam asked, not stopping the movement of his other, free hand up her thigh,

"It just... depends." Sara then tried to get herself a little bit away from Sam, confident that if she got away things would cool down and everything would be completely fine, and they could just forget about this. Her subtle attempt wasn't enough, and Sam was still there with her.

"Let me just show you mom," Sam said, his free hand then gently gliding across the smooth denim of her jeans from her thigh to her crotch. As she felt this, Sara let out a sharp breath, the sensation a sudden shock to the system. She jolted her hips back a little to get away from his hand, but was met by his body, and particularly, his hard member right behind her soft ass.

"Honey, please..." She felt his hand between her legs slowly rubbing her through the two layers of fabric, feeling the blood rush down there, against everything her brain is saying, making everything much more sensitive. She let out a moan instinctively.

"Mom, I just want to make you happy." Sam said, kissing her neck softly as his hand rubbed her, feeling that warmth between her legs she was so afraid of. At the touch of his lips on her neck, she again moved back towards him, this time with some kind of instinct; she moaned again, almost moving her hips in motion with his hand between her legs. His touch was a lot, and... she wished it wasn't as pleasurable as it was. His other hand broke free of hers, and he slowly moved it up her thigh, over her hip and up underneath her t-shirt onto the soft skin of her stomach.

"Sam..." She said breathily, looking back at him. Things were rushing through her head, and while she wanted to scream, she knew everything that was happening was wrong, and while she could likely end this by breaking free and leaving, she couldn't bring herself to do it, all she could say was, "Sam... we shouldn't be doing this." She let out another breathy moan as she closed her eyes at his touch, feeling his hand go further up her t-shirt. He was strong, his arms now basically held her with one hand between her legs and the other on her lower chest, making its way up to her breasts, and all she could do was put her hands on the edge of the counter and let it happen... at least, that was what her body was telling her to do. Her mind was racing, trying to find a way of stopping this, but something inside her was keeping her there, letting this happen to her, and as his hand finally reached her breast, she let out another moan at the work his hands were doing.

"Are you liking it mom?" Sam asked after a while, his finger now teasing her nipple.

"Sam, this is wrong." She pushed herself back a little, her hands planted on the kitchen island, she wanted to see if what she felt before was still there. She moved back, and felt it, his hard member pushing against her soft ass.

"How can it be wrong if we're enjoying it?" He pushed her forward with his body, pinning her against the kitchen counter, feeling his hardness even more. That something primal inside her enjoyed that, much to her dismay. This was wrong, but that wrongness was what that part of her was liking.

"Because... you're my son." She said, looking back at him. She was having trouble finding ways to argue.

"But are you enjoying it?" She hated that he asked that, he had her pinned her with all his body weight, his hands on her breast and between her legs against her will, why was she struggling to answer the question. "Mom, are you enjoying this?" She couldn't help but moan before answering,

"Yes," the word almost escaping her unconsciously,

"Do you want me to stop?" She looked back at him, and despite what had happened, despite the fact he had forced himself on her, she trusted that if she told him to stop then he would, all she'd have to is say.

"This is so wrong," was all she could say as she looked at him, and without her telling him to stop, he leaned in, and they locked lips.

Any resistance from Sara was now taken over by that part of her that loved this, her brain was still screaming at her about the wrongness of it all, but her body was needy and wanting her sons hands all over her... and so much more.

Sam's hand came away from his mother's breast and began to tug her shirt upwards, and without hesitation she pulled away and pulled off her thin white shirt and threw it to the floor, suddenly, Sara realised she's topless, and the panic of what's happening came back. Sam then kisses her, and the wrongness and taboo nature that she found so alluring came back, and she felt herself leaning back into it. Then, her son's hand comes away from her crotch, and for a second time the rationality came back, and she thinks maybe he's realised that this shouldn't happen either. But his hand moved to her jeans button, undoing it, then finding the zip, slowly sliding it down. She looked back at her son as his hand slid down his mothers jeans and into her underwear, finding her hot wetness inside.

"This is so wrong," she moaned, meaning what she said as his fingers found her slit and ran along it. She looked away from him, closing her eyes and moaning as his thumb found what most guys seem to have so much trouble finding down there. "Oh god," she moaned, her breathing getting heavier and heavier. His fingers continued to play between her legs, and all she could do was let him do whatever he wanted. She felt his lips come down to her neck again, and one hand comes up to his head, running her fingers through his short hair, feeling it's silky smoothness as his lips kiss her soft skin. It was then, as he had her like putty in his hands, that Sam slowly slid two fingers inside his own mother.

Sara let out a gasp as he did, her eyes snapping open as she felt her lower lips be pushed open by his two fingers, and she couldn't help but moan as they slid further inside her. She gently pulled his head away from her neck and looked him in the eye, breathless, still not believing what was happening. That was when he said it.

"I want to show you how much I love you, mom." They both knew what it meant. She closed her eyes and let out another moan as he pushed inside her again. She opened her eyes and looked at him again,

"I'm your mom... We shouldn't." It was all she could say, all the arguments against this were irrelevant now, because she had her own son's fingers inside her as he was asking to make love to her. She couldn't argue now, how could she? Why would she? All she could do was lean forwards onto the kitchen counter, biting her lip and wondering what was going to happen next. She moaned as he slid is finger out of her, and even as she looked back, she could barely see what he was doing.

The marble counter of the island was cold on her warn skin, and she realised this was the first time her son's hands hadn't been fully on her since this started. She could run now, get away from this scenario that was so much worse than anything she'd ever thought of, and yet when she felt his thumbs slide into her jeans and underwear, sliding them down her legs, she knew she didn't want that. She felt the wet fabric of her comfy underwear peel away from her slick pussy, and she knew now that everything she had was on full show for her son. She felt the slight breeze in the air move across her exposed behind as she waited, every second she was there realising more and more about what was about to happen and knew that if he didn't make a move soon, then she wouldn't have the nerve to let her son fuck her.

She felt his hand on one of her cheeks, slightly spreading them, knowing that her son now had a better view of both her holes, and that made her blood pump faster, she hated that it did, but here she was.

"Fuck, you look amazing mom," Sam said, almost quiet enough where he was talking to himself. She then felt the very tip of his hard, warm member behind her, poking its way between her cheeks. The worst thought went through her mind about which hole he might pick, she thankfully felt it at the entrance to her wet lips. She felt that final alignment before he pushed himself slowly inside. She heard him moan as she felt the walls of her inside stretch, she hadn't seen his cock, only felt it as the hardness she rubbed up against, but she could now tell that as he pushed further and further inside her, he was big. She moaned loudly as he pushed further, and just when she thought he might have no more length, that was another inch or so before she felt his pelvis hit her soft behind. He was fully inside her; her son was inside her. She lay there with him inside her for what felt like an hour, thinking about how wrong this all was, that she was his mother and that something like this was so very wrong. He then began to pull back and she forgot about it.

The fucking only sped up from there, Sam's hands on his mother's hips as he thrust inside her; her bent over the kitchen island for him, letting him fuck her. He got faster, so much so that the slapping of his pelvis and her ass was making such a loud sound that one might think a round of applause for this was taking place, that someone was encouraging this incredibly wrong act. The only thing going through Sara's head was the thought that this was so wrong, along with the internal pleasure of having a young man fuck her with the speed and stamina she hadn't had in years. She was moaning louder and louder, not able to stifle anything from this assault she was receiving from behind. She felt something inside her building, she thought it might be the guilt ready to hit her full force, but very quickly she realised it was far from that, and her moan got louder and louder as an orgasm grew nearer.

"I'm going... to cum." She said, looking back at her son, seeing the sweat dripping down his face and chest, realising she hadn't seen him take off his shirt.

"Me too," he said, looking at her, smiling. Her moaning grew louder again, and the pressure that was building up inside her was ready to be released, and so she didn't hold it in anymore and let it out with a scream of,

"Fuck!"

She felt like every muscle in her core was quivering as the pressure inside her burst, and she felt the lips of her pussy quivering around her son's cock. As it happened, she felt his cock pulsing and a warmth filling her inside. There seemed to be so many pulses inside her as he continued to thrust, but she could feel him slowing down. She could feel the waves of pleasure inside her getting weaker, her breathing slowing down slightly as she settled down. She felt Sam pull out of her, and the warmth she felt inside her that her own some had just pumped inside her began leaking out.

"Oh my god," Sam said, as he stepped back, seeing what had just happened. He seemed almost panicked, and Sara felt the same thing. She slowly pushed herself up, now feeling the warm cum from her son's cock running down her leg towards her underwear and jeans that were around her knees. "I love you mom," Sam said before leaning in and kissing her smooth back. He then picked up his clothes and made his way upstairs, leaving Sara there to think about what had just happened.

Her son had forced himself on her, that's how she tried to rationalise it. She hadn't wanted this, and he'd given her no way out. Yes, that was how it would work. She wouldn't tell any one about what had happened, but she would move on from this and never mention it again, not even to her husband. She'd just fucked her own son, and she'd cum from him fucking her right there in the kitchen. She never knew how she could look at the room the same again. Had anyone seen them? Oh god, they'd done it right there in the kitchen, right there by the window, anyone might have seen them. How do you move on from something like that?

How do you move on from fucking your own son? She pondered the question as her son's cum leaked out of her, right there in the kitchen.