Sharing Bed With Mother - Sex Stories

Sharing Bed With Mother

It was a dark, starry night. The mother, Janice, was exhausted from the long day of driving and decided to share a bed with her son, Billy, on their camping trip. She had always been protective and close to him, but she never imagined what would happen that very night.

Janice settled into her sleeping bag, feeling the warmth of her son's body pressed against hers. As they both drifted off to sleep, Billy's arm inadvertently rested on his mother's breast. Janice felt a mild sense of discomfort but did not say anything, as she thought it was just an innocent mistake.

As the night progressed, their bodies continued to adjust to one another, unknowingly setting the stage for what would soon transpire. Janice had no idea that her son's hormones were raging and his mind filled with thoughts of his mother's body. She was unaware that he had been secretly fantasizing about her for years, his cock growing hard at the mere thought of her.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Janice felt a massive, hot object press against her ass. Her heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of fear and excitement. She tried to ignore it, hoping that maybe it was just her imagination or perhaps a dream. But the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Janice could no longer deny what was happening. Her son was fully awake now, his cock straining against the fabric of his pajamas as he reached down to touch his mother's ass. The sight was intoxicating; ...

... she could feel her own pussy wetting at the thought of her son exploring her body.

With a trembling hand, Billy gently caressed his mother's ass through her sleeping gown. Janice felt a wave of desire wash over her, and she knew that there was no turning back now. She wanted him inside her – to feel his cock deep within her pussy or even her asshole. The thought sent a thrill down her spine, and she could not resist the urge any longer.

Janice reached behind her and felt Billy's cock through his pajamas. It was massive, hard, and throbbing with need. She took it in her hand, feeling its warmth and strength as she stroked him gently. Janice could feel her own pussy wetting even more, eager for his cock to enter her.

Billy moaned softly as his mother's hand explored his body, her fingers tracing the outline of his erection. He knew that he was about to do something wrong – something that would leave him feeling guilty and ashamed. But the thought of being inside his mother, feeling her warmth enveloping him, was too much to resist.

Janice's hand continued to stroke Billy's cock, feeling it grow harder in her grip. She could feel its veins pulsating beneath her touch, and she knew that it was ready for her. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen.

With a sigh of resignation, Janice turned to face her son, her eyes meeting his as he reached out to touch her face. He could see the desire in her eyes, and it only fueled his own lust. He ...