Mom Went Too Far
Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, Cream Pie, Masturbation, Oral Sex,

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Molly has a long history of being wild and flirtatious with everyone, including her son, Nick. One morning after a workout, Molly decided to tease Nick, who was laying on the couch. She called him lazy, she teased him, poked him, tickled him. Soon he was tickling her back. Molly felt a bulge under her, but she didn't stop. Soon there was a stain appearing in Nick's light blue briefs. Mom had gone too far this time. But could she stop there? What would her husband think?

“Hi, I need to talk,” Molly said into the phone. “Can I come over?”

“Oh, Hi to you too,” Brett replied. “Uh, sure. I’m just home by myself. Is everything OK?”

“Yes ... no ... Shit, I don’t know. I did something really, really stupid and I need to talk.”

“OK, of course. Hubby’s off to work already. Can you give me a clue?”

“When I get there. I’m leaving now. See you in a few.”

Molly hung up and grabbed her purse before Brett could say goodbye. When she arrived at her friend’s house, Brett was waiting for her at the back door.

“Honey,” Brett said, “what’s up? You sounded distraught on the phone. And you look stressed-out right now.”

“I am, both,” Molly replied. “Oh shit, I’m such an idiot.”

“Well, come in, Mol. Sit down, tell me what’s going on. Coffee’s made.”

“Great, get me a big cup, right away.”

Sitting on the couch, large mug of coffee in hand, Molly began.

“OK, so, you know how close I am with Nick, right? We’ve always had a special relationship, even more than most moms and their sons.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“And you know how we horse around all the time?”

“Yes, I’m aware. And I’ve told you many times that I think you take it too far. Whether he’s your son or not, he’s a teenage boy. I know you say he doesn’t see you as a woman, which I can’t even grasp. But still, you are a woman and he’s a testosterone factory.”

“I know, Brett. I know you’ve told me that. Bob has told me that too, many, many times. You both had the right idea.”

“Molly, what the hell happened?”

“This morning, Nick was lying on the couch in the family room, under a blanket. I had just finished working out and I was walking by.”

“You finished working out?” Brett asked. “I didn’t think you ever finished working out.”

“Very funny,” Molly replied.

“I suppose you were wearing a pair of those tiny, silky athletic shorts and just a sports bra.”

“No! I had on socks and shoes too.”

“So, you were pretty much naked.”

“Shut up, Brett! I was not. Besides, Nick sees me like that all the time.”

“Whatever. Go on.”

“So Nick was watching something on TV. And I came up behind the couch and started joking with him. I said he should quit being lazy and lying around. That he should have worked out with me.”

“Molly, he works out almost as much as you, between wrestling and his other sports.”

“I know that, Brett. I was just giving him shit, OK?”

“Yeah, of course, I know. Go on.”

“So he told me to leave him alone and stuff like that. And of course I didn’t. I reached over the couch and started poking and tickling him. And he kept telling me to knock it off.”

“And you didn’t listen. I know how this story goes, at least so far.”

“Yeah, so far. So I kept it up and he kept telling me to stop. And I finally jumped over the back of the couch, on top of him.”

“You’re right, you’re an idiot, Molly.”

“I know, I already said that, Brett. So I’m still horsing around and tickling him and he’s grabbing my hands and telling me to stop. And I start saying, ‘Why? Why don’t you want me to tickle you? Come on, tough guy! Can’t you handle it? Can’t you handle your mom?’ And pretty soon, he started tickling me back.”

“You didn’t give him much choice, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. Well, by now I’m straddling him on the couch and we’re poking and tickling each other and we’re both screaming and laughing. And I say, ‘Why don’t you want your Mom tickling you, you wimp? You can’t handle what Mom can dish out?’ And then I realized why Nick didn’t want his mother tickling him just then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I felt him under me. And instead of jumping up and running out of the room, I ... I started grinding on him.”

“Are you saying ... He had an erection?”

“Yes, he had an erection.”

“Molly! This is too much even for you.”

“I know! Believe me Brett, I know. I just turned into this flirtatious girl instead of a mother.”

“What did Nick do then?”

“He started saying, ‘Mom! Seriously, stop now! I’m not kidding!’”

“But you didn’t stop, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Molly, were you drunk or something?”

“Of course not! It was early in the morning! Fuck. I wish I had been drunk so I’d have an excuse.”

“So, then what?”

“Well, I just kept going. I was like, ‘Why should I stop? I’m your mother.’ And he was like, ‘No shit, Mom! This is totally embarrassing!’ And I said, ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Nick. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about!’ Brett, it was like my brain was in this weird zone. Like I was thinking, ‘I’m his mother. I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen his penis since he was born. He’s seen me a million times. What’s to be embarrassed about?’”

“Yeah Mol, I think this was different.”

“I realize that now.”

“What happened next?”

“Ugh, I hate to even tell you. So, I pulled the blanket back and I could see the big bulge in his underwear. His light blue briefs ... fuck. And I started ... squeezing and rubbing it.”

“You did not!”

“Yep. And so I was like, ‘Is this what you’re embarrassed about Nick? Every boy gets a hard on sometimes. Don’t be so sensitive.’ And by then he was like, ‘Mom, no! Stop! Mom, you have to stop, I mean it!’”

“Oh, fuck Molly.”

“Yeah. Then ... Oh shit. Then he reached up and pulled up my jog bra ... and he grabbed my boobs. And that did shock me into reality a little. I was suddenly like, ‘Fuck, what is he doing? What am I doing? This is my son and his hands are on my tits!’ I was finally gonna jump off and run out of the room.”


“But, it was too late. I still had my hand on him. And before I could get off, I felt him twitch. And then it started spasming. And the next thing I knew, a stain started showing in his briefs. And it got bigger and bigger. He was cumming. My son was ... grabbing my boobs hard, and cumming in his underwear, with my hand on his cock.”

“Oh Honey. What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know. How do I face Nick? Fuck. And what about Bob?”

“Do you think Nick will tell Bob?”

“I don’t know. I asked him not to. But at the time, I feel like I should come clean and tell Bob myself. ‘Guess what Sweetheart? I jerked off our son today! Isn’t that great?’ I hate myself.”

“You are something else, Molly. But look, everything will be OK. Nick loves you. He knows you get carried away sometimes. So does Bob. And seriously, you’re practically wrestling with Nick all the time. And you walk around half naked constantly. It’s no huge surprise things got carried away. I mean, it’s extreme. I can’t pretend it isn’t. But, it was a one time thing, right? It’ll never happen again. It’ll blow over.”

“Yeah, I hope you’re right, Brett. I guess I’ll just have to see how it plays out. Thanks for listening.”

“I’m always here for you, Molly. Always.”

The women hugged and kissed each other’s cheek before Molly left. Once she was alone, Brett couldn’t get the images out of her mind. Everyone thought Molly was the hottest thing around. Most of the moms were jealous of her because their husbands and sons all wanted to fuck her.

Brett imagined Molly, wearing practically nothing, riding her son. Brett had fantasized about Nick many times, not to mention about Molly more than once. She envisioned Molly on top of her son, squeezing his cock. What if she had taken it out of his underwear? What would it have been like if she put her son in her mouth? Brett casually walked to her bedroom, removing her clothes on the way. Soon she was lying on her bed, imagining Nick was her son and that instead of cumming in his underwear, he was cumming in her mouth.

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