The Wrong Pill
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - He was a looking for some medicine but Mistakenly He take a wrong Pill. Due to that pill he started to fill Hot and now attracted to his mom and started a longing toward his mom.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking
Rebecca hummed along to the old rock tune playing on the radio as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen. Her kitchen was a sanctuary, filled with the aroma of simmering stew and the comforting sizzle of garlic. She was lost in her own world, preparing dinner for the family, her mind racing through the day’s to-do list.
Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, “Mom!” It was Jason, her seventeen-year-old son, calling out from his room. She knew that tone; something was wrong. She wiped her hands on her apron and hurried down the hallway. “Jason, what’s up?” she called out, her footsteps echoing through the house.
“Mom, can you come here for a sec?” His voice was strained, a mix of urgency and embarrassment. She paused outside his door, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever teenage crisis awaited her. “Okay, sweetie, I’m coming in,” she said, pushing the door open.
Jason’s face was flushed, his eyes wide with panic. He sat on the edge of his bed, his hand tentatively hovering over his crotch. “Mom, I made a mistake,” he mumbled, looking away from her gaze.
The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the warm glow of the kitchen. Rebecca’s eyes scanned the mess of textbooks and dirty laundry before landing on the half-empty bottle of pills on the nightstand. “What mistake, Jason?” she asked, her voice calm despite the concern bubbling up inside her.
“I had a headache, and I accidentally took one of Dad’s pills,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Now, I can’t ... I can’t go down.”
Her eyes widened as realization dawned on her. She knew which pills he was talking about - her husband’s little blue helpers. She stepped closer to him, her heart racing. “Show me the bottle,” she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady.
Jason handed it to her, and she read the label. Viagra. She felt a mix of horror and amusement, but she couldn’t let him see that. She had to handle this situation with care. “How many did you take?”
“One,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “It’s been an hour, and it’s not going away.”
Her mind raced as she searched for a solution. “Do you feel okay otherwise?” she asked, her eyes still on the bottle.
“Yeah, just ... you know.” He gestured awkwardly towards his crotch.
Rebecca sighed. She had to think. This was not what she had planned for her evening. “Alright,” she said, standing up. “Let’s get you into the bathroom, and we’ll see if a cold shower helps.”
Jason reluctantly followed her to the bathroom, his eyes glued to the floor. She turned on the cold water, stepping aside to let him in. “You go ahead,” she said, her voice calm. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
The sound of the shower running filled the small space as she leaned against the door, her mind racing. This was definitely not in the parenting manual. But she was a problem solver, and she would not let this situation get out of hand. “Jason, do you need me to stay?” she called through the door.
“No, Mom, I’ve got it,” he called back, his voice a little more hopeful.