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Due to a divorce, a mother must share a bed with her horny teenaged son.
At 36 years old I was going through a messy divorce. That doesn’t seem unreasonable by today’s standards, but at the time it was almost unheard of. Honestly it could’ve been worse and I could’ve divorced him the first TWO times he cheated on me, in which case I would’ve been a lot younger. But he was my high school sweetheart and the only man I’d ever been with, so I gave him another chance. Then I caught him again, but this time I gave him another chance out of fear.. Fear of being on my own. I didn’t work, we had a son.. I wasn’t even sure where to begin if I left, so I forgave him. We did counseling and things were better for awhile, but then he was caught again, and I left. I was able to stay with my sister and her husband, which was nice, but they only had one extra room, so my son, Mark, and I had to share a bed.

At first it was fine, but it quickly became problematic. He was a teenage boy, he wasn’t particularly clean, not very helpful, and was at the age where he wanted his privacy.. As was evident by the sticky and crusty tee shirts and socks in his dirty clothes. I found myself having to scold him a lot, and as the weeks went by, he began to retaliate with “I want to go home and live with dad!” This broke my heart and sometimes in the heat of the argument I’d say “Fine!”, but cooler heads would prevail and we’d make up. The divorce wasn’t final yet, not by a long shot. I generally didn’t agree with the idea of alimony, but after how my ex had treated me, I wanted to stick it to him, and that meant child support too. Mark was old enough that he could request which parent he’d prefer to live with. I was a very loving mother, and had been his primary parent since I didn’t work. But even I could understand why he’d chose to go live with his father right now, given our living arrangements. My lawyer had made it abundantly clear that if my son went to live with his father that not only would I not get child support, but it could weaken my case for alimony as well. So I began doing my best to be more accommodating to Mark.

This meant being tolerant of his messiness in our shared room, not scolding him, and trying to give him privacy. The later became a priority after I walked in on him masturbating. Of course I played it off (for the sake of both our embarrassments) and acted like I thought he was changing. But he was sitting in a chair with his pants at his ankles and his erection in his hand. To make it more awkward, he had one of my sexier brasseries and panties in front of him. I brought it up to someone and was assured that this was quite common. This was well before the internet mind you, and often times simple things like their mother’s bra was the most sensuous thing a young man had seen, and the closest he had to pornography.

One night, about a week later, I awoke and found him spooning me. It was now winter and rather cold at night, and having my son cuddle up with me was nice and still a very cute thing. His head was pressed against my back and one of his arms was draped over me with his hand atop my breast, I laughed to myself. I glanced over my shoulder at him, he looked dead asleep, mouth open, drooling a bit, so I simply moved his hand and fell back asleep. He started sleeping like this every night. At first he’d fall asleep with his back to me, but at some point he’d roll over and cuddle up to me, and his hand always seemed to find one of my breasts. Sometimes I’d remove it, other times I just let it stay there, it was harmless and even oddly soothing, so I didn’t think anything of it.

One night I was laying on my back, wearing pajamas (a matching flannel shirt and pants) and I awoke. I could clearly feel one of my tits being grabbed. I looked down my body and saw movement. Mark was laying to my right, pressed up against me and his hand was clutching my left breast. And not just clutching.. But grabbing, squeezing, kneading, massaging! I couldn’t see his eyes to tell if they were open and he was awake, or if he was having some pubescent teenaged sex dream and this was all unconscious behavior. I thought about moving his hand, but what if he was awake?! Could he actually be groping his own mother?? Why? Shear lust? Curiousity? It lasted for several minutes, I didn’t move, and other than his hand, neither did he. When he stopped I watched him awhile longer, looking for signs of consciousness, but there was nothing and eventually I drifted off.

It became a regular occurrence, at first I would try to catch him, almost certain that he was awake and aware of what he was doing, but even when I could see his face he looked fast asleep. I did notice that he was in a better mood during the day as well. His vivid dreams must’ve been rather satisfying. I chalked the whole thing up as a win. It was honestly harmless, and we were being more civil to one another, so no harm done… plus, and this is embarrassing to admit, but it actually made me feel kind of good about myself, like I was sexy somehow. It was happening every night, sometimes multiple times. It was to the point where it didn’t phase me any more, in fact I began sleeping right through it.

It was a week later before I was awoken again. A slightly painful sensation, like a pinch, caused me to open my eyes. I felt the familiar pressure squeezing my breasts, and realized it was both. Could he really be fondling both my tits in his sleep? However I was sleepy and I didn’t let it phase me, I started to dose off, but then I felt the pinch again and my eyes shot open. I looked down to see the top of Mark’s head on my chest, he was face down suckling hungrily on one of my nipples. He was propped up on one arm, with his free hand kneading my other tit. He was sucking hard and I felt the sharp pain again as he nibbled slightly on my tender flesh. I was again frozen, unsure of what to do. While still sucking on me, he removed his other hand from my breast and reached down, out of my sight. The bed began to rock very slightly and I heard the faint but unmistakable sound of skin rubbing skin.. He was masturbating. There was no doubt he was awake and had been consciously molesting his own mother in her sleep, and now had worked himself up so much that he was jerking off beside her, still groping her body. His breathing and movement changed as he quickly neared orgasm. He stopped sucking and I heard him mumble softly to himself as he began to spray his jizz on my leg.

“Shit!” I heard him mumble, I couldn’t help but laugh in my head.

I kept my eyes tightly shut as I felt him shuffle around, then gently wiping his cum off of me. Eventually he settled back into bed and went to sleep. My eyes were still closed but my mind was racing. Should I do something about this?? But what?.. I mean this was molestation and incest! But how do I address this?? No matter what I said or did it would be, at the very least, incredibly embarrassing for him (not to mention myself). There’s no way we would be able to continue living in such close quarters, let alone sharing a bed, if I brought this up.. He’d have to go live with his dad, and honestly I wouldn’t blame him… but I needed him to stay with me, it sounds misguided and selfish but it was a means to an end and for now I’d have to keep this to myself and deal with it some other way.

Mark didn’t act any differently around me, no sign of embarrassment or guilt. If he was feeling anything he played it off perfectly. For the next week I was able to keep him off of me at night. First I started going to bed much later than he did, so by the time I got in he was fast asleep, that helped. Once I was in bed I didn’t sleep soundly, if I felt him touch me or start to cuddle up with me, I’d simply roll over or otherwise pull away, feigning sleep. This fixed the problem.. But at a price, I wasn’t getting much sleep of my own. Luckily for me his restlessness seemed to disappear and he went a few nights of sleeping soundly and never moving over towards me. Finally I could get some sleep if my own!

The next night, exhausted, I passed out quickly.. It was one of those sleeps where you’re so tired you can’t even move… I’ve never been one for sex – dreams but that night I had a vivid one. Perhaps it was the months I’d been going without it, or the lack of privacy amounting to very few masturbatory moments to myself, or maybe it was just all this horny teenage drama I’ve been dealing with from Mark. But in my dream I was back in my sexually formative teenage years. I was in a corn field, a popular date night location where I grew up, on my hands and knees with my skirt pushed up past my waist. A faceless young man poised behind me, his smooth shaft taking long slow strokes in and out of me. I could tell I was about to climax, it felt strange but pleasant, better than any dream – orgasm I’d ever felt before, more real. It was happening, but it was real! I was beginning to have a real orgasm from a dream! I started to wake me up, I fought to stay asleep, not wanting to lose it! But then my dream-self spoke..

“Oh Mark!” She moaned.

The disturbing remark woke me up and my eyes opened. It was late in the night, I was asleep on my side, staring at the darkness. My heart was racing, I couldn’t believe that I’d uttered my son’s name in a during dream-sex! But I also couldn’t believe how aroused I was, and became annoyed that I’d shaken myself out of an orgasm. I wasn’t fully awake yet, still in a sort of dream state, and could still feel the blood throbbing through my pussy. The feeling of a prick passing through my soft lips and pressing against my womb, then withdrawing momentarily before doing it again. I smiled.

I felt movement, Mark shifted behind me, and I shut my eyes. I became aware that his hand was on my hip, his fingers grazed my bare skin though, not my pajama bottoms. He gently gripped my waist and my eyes shot open as the feeling of smooth flesh slid through the soft lips of my gash and pressed snug against my womb. I gasped silently. He held it there before withdrawing it momentarily and sliding it in again. He was going very slowly, trying not to wake me.. His mother.. as he quietly and cautiously fucked me in my (presumed) sleep. I didn’t move, I didn’t yell, didn’t turn and slap him or push him away. I just laid there perfectly still, staring into the darkness with my mouth open, trying to control my breathing, as I focused intently on the feeling of his cocks’ long movements in and out of me.

“Go faster!” I screamed in my head, and my eyes widened, surprised by my own thoughts.

It was as if he read my mind, and his pauses between strokes got shorter and shorter until he was sliding in and out at a still slow, but steady pace. He was ready to blow, I only had seconds left as I closed my eyes and focused on my own pleasure, while it wasn’t as fast or hard as I would’ve liked, my son’s prick was still going to make me cum! I bit my lip and clawed at the sheet as the feeling of my heart beating through the walls of vagina shook my insides. I came just in time as he suddenly stopped and I felt the splatter of warm young semen across my bare ass cheeks. I heard his soft grunts and couldn’t help but laugh smile. He didn’t move for several minutes afterwards, we both laid there in the dark, ironically basking in the afterglow of each of our “secret” orgasms. The warmth inside me tingling away as I felt his dick twitch against my thigh as it began to soften. He finally moved, grabbed a tee shirt or something to gently wipe his jizz off of me. Then he pulled my pants back up a little and rolled over to go to sleep.

The next morning we both awoke when the alarm went off. We sat up and began to get out of bed.

“Morning” he mumbled.

“Morning sweetheart, sleep good?”

“Ya, you?” He asked, eyeing me for signs of suspicion.

“I slept great! Like a rock.. I’ve actually been sleeping really deeply recently, like nothing could wake me up!” I said and walked out, a little smirk crept onto both our faces.

That afternoon I went and bought him condoms. He was embarrassed and a little annoyed with me, but I simply played the concerned and protective mother and told him that IF he was going to be sexually active pulling out isn’t always effective and can be messy, he looked a little guilty and accepted the gift.

“You know, I’m actually kinda tired.” I said and faked a yawn. “I’m going to take a nap, care to join me?” His eyes raised up.

“Uh, ya” he said a little too enthusiastically.

“It’s starting to warm up these days, I’m a little hot in bed, I know I’m your mother, but do you mind if I just sleep in my underwear and a tee shirt? Its more comfortable.” I asked as I walked away.. Grinning.

“Um no that’s fine.” He said bashfully, as he followed me into the bedroom, carrying his box of condoms.


2021-02-28 07:52:34
awesome read! Well written and hot!


2021-02-10 03:01:48
Wow... You're a really good writer. Both of your stories are awesome. Thanks.


2021-02-02 07:11:35
Question how old is the son suppose to be?

Dirty SamoneReport

2021-02-01 16:49:08
There needs to be some ass fuckin. Both would enjoy.


2021-02-01 13:34:55
Well written. Very Hot!! Please continue the story. I love sensual mom/son stories.

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