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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46 thoughts on “His Taboo Cock

  1. Loved this story. You shouldn’t feel bad. Once you both feel comfortable with progress to the ultimate, need I explain?

    Lust for someone is ok. There are plenty of sons/moms and dad/daughters doing this. I think if you can write about it then you must feel pretty good about it.

    It might be wise to talk to your son though. That way you’ll know both your thoughts.

  2. Yes I would love hearing more how carnal this has become.

    There is a British family who starts having sex with their kids at 14. The mom writes about it and has picks of her family, only adult age though, in the website

    http://www.lushstories.com.

    Rach knows all about Lush. Rach do have Holly as a friend. I’m double checking in her username.

  3. The girl on Lush is

    Holly_Yates.

    Rach look her up if you don’t know her. They are quite the sexy family.

  4. Very erotic story. I got incredibly turned on reading it. I look forward to the next sexy chapter.

  5. Linda,

    Never be ashamed nor afraid of your attraction to your son. You are both consenting adults and it matters not so long as you both desire the same pleasure from each other. I’m with JB; if you haven’t already, sit down with Mark and talk candidly about the mutual attraction. Talk about what you both desire from this physical relationship and where you expect to be in a few months or even a year from now.

    Most of all, enjoy each other and be careful not to allow jealousy to creep in.

    Rupert

  6. Thanks for sharing these events. I know it’s not easy opening up about real life. For me, your writing accurately portrays the uneasy feelings of lust and desire.

    Please continue the story.

  7. What an exceptional story, well-written and hot. I do hope there’s a follow-up… Rachael, thanks for hosting this hot tale!

  8. I thought this was exceptionally written. I loved the juxtaposition of fear and lust. I’m glad lust won out. Thank you for sharing your story.

  9. Wonderful story; so easy to relate to. Love how you both went at it very tentatively and slowly on night 2, yet very deliberately when the question was asked. Please continue sharing with us.

  10. Linda,

    This is exactly how I dreamed things would unfold with my mother. If I had only known then what I know now. She used to wear nighties with no panties, and ask for massages. I just missed every sign.

    Please continue the story.

  11. Wow, thanks everyone for the feedback. Rachael helped in proofreading the story, and got turned on in the process…which is what I hoped :)

    I’m a bit busy now but will write a follow up in the near future.

    Out of curiosity are there any fellow moms who read Rachel’s blog and have similar experiences or at least desires? It’s great hearing from the guys, but would be fun to hear from another mom too.

    I appreciate your feedback and know it’s the right place to have shared this.

    Also @JB you mention there’s a writer Holly? who writes her stories…do you have a link to them on Lush…can’t find anything. Are they real stories or just fantasy stuff…there’s an abundance of those.

    Anyway, thanks to all and particularly Rachel :)

  12. Well done. That was a good story. I was so excited from reading this. I had to read it to my girlfriend and she got excited too and gave me a hell of a blowjob. She loves to pretend she’s my mommy and I’m her son. We cannot wait for the next chapter of this story.

    Thank you for sharing it with us.

  13. I remember the first time with my Mom……. Read my story “Moms Story” on this site……… I sure hope your son appreciates the time he gets to share with you…..

  14. @Linda,

    You can find Holly at: https://www.lushstories.com/holly_yates

    She doesn’t have any stories, as incest is no longer allowed at Lush. But, I’m sure if you connect with her there, the two of you could become close friends. You can always join, I’d love to ‘see’ you there.

    Rupert
    WSCLG

  15. 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! ;)

  16. 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!

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