Prohibited Temptation

I never thought I’d be in this position. Staring at my own mother, Sara, as she lay sprawled across our living room couch, her silk robe riding up to reveal her smooth, toned thighs. I couldn’t help but admire her body, a body that had given birth to me, yet now stirred something deep within me that I couldn’t quite comprehend.

Sara was 36, a stunning woman who had always turned heads wherever she went. Her long, chestnut hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing green eyes seemed to hold a secret that only I could unlock. As a jock at my high school, I was used to having my pick of the cheerleaders and prom queens, but none of them could hold a candle to my mother’s raw, unbridled sexuality.

I had always been close to my mother, sharing a bond that went beyond the typical mother-son relationship. We would stay up late at night, talking about everything and nothing, our laughter echoing through the house. But lately, things had changed. I had started to notice the way her eyes lingered on me a little too long, the way her touch seemed to linger on my arm or shoulder. And now, as she lay there before me, I knew that I was no longer a boy, but a man in her eyes.

“John,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “Come here, baby.”

I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that what we were about to do was wrong, that it went against every societal norm and moral code. But I couldn’t resist the pull of her, the magnetic force that drew me to her like a moth to a flame.

I walked over to her, my legs feeling like lead. She reached out and pulled me down onto the couch beside her, her hands roaming over my chest and arms, tracing the contours of my muscles. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans, straining against the fabric.

“Mom,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “We can’t do this.”

She silenced me with a kiss, her lips soft and demanding against mine. I melted into her, my hands tangling in her hair as I deepened the kiss. She tasted like forbidden fruit, sweet and intoxicating, and I knew that I was lost.

Her hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans to wrap around my throbbing shaft. I groaned into her mouth, my hips bucking forward involuntarily. She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive head of my cock, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had already formed.

“Mom,” I gasped, breaking away from the kiss. “We have to stop. Dad will be home soon.”

She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Let him come home. Let him see what a man you’ve become.”

The thought of my father catching us sent a rush of adrenaline through my body, a dangerous excitement that only heightened my arousal. I knew that I should put a stop to this, that I should push her away and run from the house, but I couldn’t. I was too far gone, too consumed by my desire for her.

She pushed me back against the couch, straddling my lap and grinding her hips against mine. I could feel the heat of her core through the thin fabric of her robe, and I knew that she was just as aroused as I was.

“Mom,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “Please, I can’t hold back much longer.”

She leaned down, her breasts pressing against my chest as she whispered in my ear. “Then don’t hold back, baby. Take what you want.”

With a growl, I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. I tore at her robe, ripping it open to reveal her perfect, full breasts. I latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and biting at the sensitive flesh as my hand slid between her thighs.

She was wet, her pussy slick with desire. I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upwards to stroke her G-spot. She cried out, her hips bucking against my hand as I fingered her roughly.

“Fuck, Mom,” I groaned, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans. “You’re so fucking wet.”

She reached down, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down just enough to free my aching cock. I hissed as her hand wrapped around it, stroking me in time with the movements of my fingers inside her.

“I need you inside me, John,” she panted, her eyes wild with lust. “I need to feel you stretching me, filling me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I withdrew my fingers from her pussy, bringing them to my mouth to suck her essence off of them. She tasted like honey and sin, and I knew that I would never get enough of her.

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her slick folds. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me to enter her.

With one powerful thrust, I buried myself inside her, groaning at the feel of her tight, hot pussy enveloping my cock. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I began to move.

I fucked her hard and fast, my hips slamming against hers as I drove into her again and again. She met each of my thrusts, her hips rising to meet mine, taking me deeper and deeper inside her.

“Fuck, Mom,” I grunted, my muscles tensing as I felt my orgasm building. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me, baby,” she moaned, her pussy tightening around my cock. “Fill me up with your hot, thick cum.”

Her words sent me over the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I spilled my seed into her waiting womb.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. I rolled off of her, pulling her into my arms as we both struggled to catch our breath.

“That was incredible,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to my chest. “You’re such a man, John. My perfect, beautiful man.”

I held her close, my mind reeling with the implications of what we had just done. I knew that it was wrong, that it went against everything that I had been taught, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Not when it felt so right, so perfect.

We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our forbidden lovemaking. But as the sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached our ears, we both knew that our moment of bliss was coming to an end.

“Your father’s home,” she said, a note of sadness in her voice. “We should get dressed.”

I nodded, reluctantly disentangling myself from her and pulling my clothes back on. She did the same, smoothing down her robe and running a hand through her disheveled hair.

As we heard the front door open, we exchanged a look, a silent promise of what was to come. We both knew that this wouldn’t be the last time we would be together like this, that our forbidden love was only just beginning.

And as my father called out a hello from the foyer, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that I had tasted the sweetest, most forbidden fruit of all.