Early Morning Shag With Mother: An Erotic Tale of Taboo Lust
She was lying in the bedroom, half asleep, when the first vibrant rays of light from the morning sun lit up her face. She was in her mid-30s, with auburn hair, flowing seductively to her shoulders. Her slender, petite body was still covered in the nightgown she had worn to bed the night before, but the fabric was pulled tightly against her curves, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath.
It had been weeks since she had felt a man’s touch. Her husband was often away on business, so it was easy to forget what it was like or to even think about it. But as the sunlight caressed her skin and woke her from her slumber, a new thought began to enter her mind.
She tried to push it away, to tell herself it was wrong, but it was as though her body was begging for more. She had been drifting in and out of sleep for hours, and the warmth of the sun was slowly stirring her desires.
She slowly climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She had been alone all night and the urge to touch herself was growing stronger. She stepped onto the cold tile floor, and the chill made her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her nightgown.
She looked in the mirror and felt her arousal intensifying. Her fingers grazed her neck, her earlobes, her nipples, and then she let her hand wander lower. Her hand moved over her stomach, and then she felt the warmth between her legs. She could feel her wetness, and she moaned softly.
The moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Her son had woken up and was calling for her. She quickly composed herself and stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her and pushing away her naughty desires.
But they soon returned as her son returned to his bedroom down the hall. She had been watching him sleep through the bedroom window, and the sight of him had stirred up more feelings. He was a young man of twenty, tall and muscular, with a masculine face and a mop of dark hair.
She had never felt this way about her son before, but her body was filled with a forbidden longing. She yearned for his touch, for his kiss, for his hands all over her body.
She could feel her arousal intensifying, and it was too much for her to bear. She wanted to be with him, to feel his body against hers, to feel his desire coursing through her veins.
Without hesitation, she made her way to his bedroom and opened the door. He was sleeping soundly, and his breath was slow and steady. She stepped inside, gently closing the door behind her, and she could feel her heart racing.
He stirred, and his eyes opened. He saw his mother standing there, her nightgown barely covering her body, and he gasped with surprise. She quickly shushed him, and he complied, his eyes widening in awe as he took in the sight of her.
She stepped forward, her eyes never leaving his, and she reached out and lightly caressed the side of his face. His eyes closed, and he sighed softly, his body trembling with anticipation.
She moved closer and her hand moved down his chest, over his stomach, and then lower, where she could feel his hardness. His breathing was ragged, and she felt his desire more strongly.
Without another thought, she moved her hand over the front of his pants and could feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands moved around her body, his eyes wide with pleasure as he felt her curves.
Their lips met, and the kiss was deep and passionate. His hands moved to her nightgown, and he pulled it away, exposing her naked body. She gasped in surprise, but her body was warm with desire. He quickly removed his own clothing and she gasped at the sight of his erect penis.
He lifted her onto the bed and then moved above her, his eyes never leaving her. He kissed her neck, her breasts, and then lower, his tongue tracing circles around her belly button and then lower still.
She moaned with pleasure as she felt his tongue caressing her sensitive area. His fingers moved inside her, and she could feel her body trembling with pleasure. He moved his body against hers, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
He moved inside her, and the sensation was unbearable. She felt her body quivering in pleasure as their movements became more frantic. He quickened his pace, and the pleasure intensified with each thrust. She clasped her hands around his neck, and he moaned softly as his body moved faster and faster.
The sensation was too much, and she cried out as she felt her orgasm consuming her body. He too reached his climax, and his body shuddered against her.
The pleasure slowly faded, and they both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and blissful. She closed her eyes and savored the moment. It had been wrong, but it had been the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced.
As the morning sun slowly lit up the room, they snuggled on the bed, her head resting against his chest, and their bodies slowly cooling down. She didn’t know what would happen when their secret was revealed, but for now, in the warmth of the early morning, it felt like nothing else mattered.
