His Taboo Cock

An experience shared by Linda:

I’ve been searching for a place that has a community of people with experiences in taboo sex, and I’m glad I found Rachael’s site. Reading the Family Secrets entries has gotten me both excited and feeling free enough to share my own story. This is my experience with my son Mark , who is 23. I’m a 46-year-old single mom, and my son lives with me, although his work takes him away quite often.

I’ve always been very sexually active when I’ve been in relationships, but over the past year-and-half I’ve had no one and have resorted to regular masturbation for satisfaction. I’ve never had any sexual thoughts about my son, except twice. Once, I saw him come out of the shower and leave his bedroom door ajar. I was able to get a peek at him naked and caught a good look at his cock. I was tempted to spy on him more, but instead I nervously walked away. I found myself unexpectedly turned on, but did my best to keep myself from imagining anything further.

The second time was when he was seeing a girl. Although most times he went over to her place, a few nights she came to dinner at our home. On one of those nights, I had gotten out of bed and headed to the kitchen to get a drink. As I passed my son’s bedroom door, I heard some quiet moaning from her. Realizing what was happening on the other side of the door made me very horny, but it wasn’t so much the thought of my son that got me turned on, but more just being able to hear her being pleasured.

The experience I’m going to share with you took place around seven months ago. It was a Friday night. Mark and I had dinner and decided to just relax in front of the TV. We chatted about mundane stuff for a while with one of those cable movie channels playing in the background. He was lying down on the couch, and I was sat on the side of the couch with him. He complained his legs were hurting from a lot of walking he had done that day, and I offered to massage his legs.

He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Both of us were casually watching TV as I continued my massage for a while. The movie then showed a passionate sex scene. As it played out, I didn’t stop rubbing my hands over his legs and up his thighs. When the sex scene heated up, I suddenly felt very conscious of the way I was touching my son. I began to feel that I should stop, but feared it would make things even more awkward if I quit touching him all of the sudden – if I did, he would be sure to know what kinds of thoughts were going through my head with all the sexy moans and cheesy background music.

The lights were off, but even with only the glow of the TV I saw from the corner of my eye what seemed like movement inside his boxers. My heart jumped, but I kept running my hands up and down his thighs, more torn than before between stopping and continuing. As I continued, I could literally see the bulge in his shorts expanding from his growing erection. Soon, the head of his cock emerged from the leg of his boxers. My heart was beating so fast. My brain felt scrambled with thoughts of, “What the heck do I do?” That thought was contending with an equally and indescribable desire to touch his cock.

There was a bizarre stillness in the room. My eyes were glued to the head of his penis, which was now blatantly on display. In a moment of reckless abandon, I had the uncontrollable urge to touch his cock, which (no doubt) he had to be aware was sticking out a bit. The thought of just how taboo it would be made my heart beat faster and only increased my desire to touch it.

I slid my hand a little further up his muscular thigh and let my fingers graze past the head of his cock. It sent a shiver through me, but all I could really sense was being very nervous at how he would react. I brushed his cockhead a few more times with my fingers as if it was just incidental contact as part of the massage, which made the bulge in his boxers impossible to ignore. He wasn’t reacting in any other way, and he didn’t say anything at all. Was he okay with this?

His cock said yes…but what exactly do I do? Should I touch him the way I want to? Could I? How would we deal with the “after”? Should I be grateful for the little peek I got and the few fleeting touches, and just stop? The taboo nature of the contact had left me physically weak, along with a tremendous feeling of being dangerously horny.

Despite these growing concerns, I stayed with that motion for a few minutes – stroking up his thigh, and each time “innocently” grazing the head of his cock. All the while, my head was reeling with conflicting thoughts of mounting desire and plain lust for that thick cock right in front of me, and my rational side screaming, “What the fuck am I doing?” and “How will I look at him afterwards?”

Each time my fingers made passing contact with his cock, the rational side of me grew weaker and weaker.

Suddenly, almost with a jolt, I decided to stop moving my hand, leaving it to rest high up on his thigh, less than an inch from the tip of his cock. While I was reluctantly preparing myself to take my hand away and get up from the couch, my son started to move his hips. Slightly at first, then with greater purpose. In a moment I discovered what his aim was. Soon he was stroking the back of my hand with the side of his cock. His slow thrusting caused half his cock come out from his boxers.

One moment I was trying to pry myself away from what was happening, the next I was getting a clear indication from him that he wanted me to continue.

I was full of lust. Any and all thoughts of consequences shot out of my mind, and, as if propelled by a physical force of desire for his taboo cock, I was pushed over the edge.

The next few minutes were an emotional and mental blur for me, so can’t describe much of what I was feeling. My actions became reckless. I felt incredibly bold all of the sudden, knowing that he wanted what I wanted and it was consensual. I reached for him and pulled his now rock-hard dick out. I even remember using my left hand and cupping his heavy balls from underneath.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and felt my son start to buck his hips. Over the course of the massage I had leaned more and more toward him. My head was close to his crotch, no more than a few inches away from his cock, but my hair was down and covering any view he could have of my face. Somehow, knowing that he wouldn’t see it happening made me want to literally stuff my mouth with his cock.

I saw an oozing of pre-cum escape his slit, and I can only describe what followed as a frenzied act of pure lust.

I stuck my tongue out and licked the pre-cum from the tip of my son’s cock. The taste and the musky smell of Mark’s dick and pre-cum made my jaw fall open and I wantonly slid my mouth over his throbbing cock till I felt the salty head touch the back of my throat. I was full of desire, hungry for my son’s cock. My wet mouth was literally slobbering on his dick when he started to jerk his hips upwards fast.

I felt his cock spasm and he shot what I can only describe as an overwhelmingly big load of cum. I hurriedly swallowed a lot of it, but there was too much and some of it dribbled down his shaft.

Both of us were breathing hard. I still had not made any eye contact with him, and I quickly forced myself up off the couch and walked straight on out the door to my room. I closed my door, crawled into bed reeling from the experience, and masturbated furiously, reliving everything that had just happened.

After a period of calm following my orgasm, I wondered how it would be when we saw each other the next morning. I didn’t want to change the normal mom-son relationship we had, and hoped we could treat this as a one-off taboo episode. I had a speech prepared in my head if my son brought it up the next morning, but to my surprise he seemed to be on the same page and didn’t mention it.

It was weird. In a good way. Yes, there was an awkward silence when we saw each other in the morning, but he carried on behaving though nothing much had happened. I followed Mark’s lead and behaved in the same way.

The next night, I went to bed after dinner and was feeling so horny thinking about the previous night. I was fingering myself under the sheets when I heard a knock on the door. There were no lights on, but I could see with the light from the corridor. Without saying a word, he slowly walked to my bed and lay down next to me.

After several minutes of silence, with neither of us making any movements or saying anything, he pulled the sheet over him. I felt him fidgeting underneath the sheet in a way that suggested to me that he had pulled his shorts down. I wanted to make a move, but despite the previous night felt frozen again. Maybe a full ten minutes passed before he suddenly broke the silence and whispered, “Do you want to?”

My heart racing, I whispered back, “Yes…I want to.”

I quickly ducked my head underneath the sheet and was met with his already exposed, thick cock. I sucked him off again that night…and every night for the following week or so.

We’ve progressed a lot since then, but that’s another chapter – where, if you’re interested, I will share how things became even more carnal.

Even to this day, it’s truly bizarre for me, but something I’m so grateful for. We aren’t “lovers” emotionally. We still maintain a relatively normal mom-son dynamic by day, but at night (and only at night)…it’s a completely different story. It’s like living in parallel realities…one reality is as normal as any mother and son, the other is as taboo as can be.

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34 Comments

34 thoughts on “His Taboo Cock

  1. Linda , wow
    Thanks sharing your sex story .This story made me Hard , desirous of warm and wet pussy.plrase go forward with your fuck with that Taboo cock

  2. Linda such a very hot story! I’m am very interested would like to read more please share your experiences with us.

  3. Wow Linda,
    Love, love, love this! Thank you for sharing your super hot experience. Cannot wait to hear more. So sensual…

  4. Wow Linda, I am a little new to this site, and these ideas…but that was a very hot story and now I can’t stop thinking of my mum as just mum!

  5. Wow, that was really hot reading. I just can imagine how my wife would react if that ever happened to her….
    Thank you for sharing and making me raging hard! ;)

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