My nerdy son 35F and 18 son
I have to get this off my chest. I’m a 35- year-old mom and last month, the night my son turned 18, I crossed a line I can never uncross. I’ve been aching for another baby, that full, round, pregnant belly feeling again. And the only one who could give it to me is my own son.
Tyler has always been the ultimate nerd. Tall, skinny, messy brown hair, thick black glasses that slide down his nose when he’s concentrating. He spends every spare second in his room—building PCs, grinding video games, reading comics, watching anime. Never had a girlfriend. Shy, awkward, blushes if a girl even looks at him. On his 18th birthday I made him his favorite dinner, gave him some cash for new games, and kissed his cheek like always. But something had already snapped inside me. I kept staring at the way his sweatpants hung on his hips, wondering what was underneath. Wondering if my shy little nerd was still a virgin.
That night I couldn’t sleep. I was wearing nothing but a thin tank top and a pair of black panties that were already soaked. I walked down the hall to Tyler’s room. His door was cracked. I could hear the clicking of his keyboard and soft game sounds.
I pushed the door open. “Hey baby… can’t sleep. Mind if I hang out in here with you?”
He looked up from his monitor, glasses reflecting the screen. “Uh, sure Mom. I’m just finishing a raid.”
I sat on the edge of his bed, right behind his chair. For a few minutes I just watched him play, listening to him talk about his game in that excited nerdy way he does. Then I noticed the bulge. Big. Thick. Pressing hard against the front of his gray sweatpants. He kept shifting in his seat, trying to hide it.
“Tyler,” I said softly, “you’re hard as a rock, honey. Is that from the game or… something else?”
His face went bright red. “M-Mom, I—sorry, I didn’t mean—”
I stood up, walked around his chair, and dropped to my knees between his spread legs. “Shhh. You’re 18 now. You’re a man. And Mommy’s been thinking about this for weeks.”
I reached up and tugged his sweatpants and boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang out and slapped against his stomach—long, thick, veiny, way bigger than I ever imagined. The head was already leaking precum. My shy little nerd had a porn-star dick.
“Oh my God, baby…” I wrapped both hands around it. “You’ve been hiding this monster from me?”
He just stared, mouth open, breathing hard. I leaned in and licked the head, tasting him. Then I took as much as I could into my mouth and started sucking. Slow, wet, sloppy. My tongue swirling, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his balls. He tasted clean and young and so fucking hard.
“Mom… fuck… your mouth feels so good…” he groaned, hands gripping the arms of his gaming chair.
I pulled off with a wet pop. “I want you to fuck me, Tyler. Right now. I want you to put this big nerd cock inside your mother and breed me. I want you to knock me up.”
His eyes went wide behind his glasses, but his cock twitched hard in my hand.
I stood, peeled off my tank top and panties, and climbed onto his lap facing him. My big, soft ass settled on his thighs. I reached down, rubbed the fat head of his cock through my soaked pussy lips, then sank down.
He stretched me so wide. Inch after thick inch disappearing into my cunt until I was sitting flush on his lap, completely full.
“Fuuuuck, Mom…” he breathed.
I started riding him. Slow at first, then harder, my heavy tits bouncing in his face. His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing, spreading me while I bounced. The wet sounds of my pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room.
“Harder, baby,” I moaned. “Fuck your mother. Use that big dick on me.”
He started thrusting up to meet me, awkward at first but getting rougher, more confident. His nerdy shyness was melting away with every slap of my ass against his thighs.
I came first—hard—clenching and shaking on his cock, soaking his lap. “Don’t pull out,”
He groaned loud, grabbed my hips, and slammed up deep. I felt his cock pulse, then hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my womb. So much of it—pulse after pulse—until it was leaking out around his shaft and dripping down his balls.
I didn’t get off. I stayed seated on him, grinding slowly, keeping him inside me while we both caught our breath.
After a minute I climbed off, turned around, and bent over his bed. “Again. From behind this time. I want you to watch my ass while you fuck me.”
He stood up, lined up, and shoved back in. This time he was rougher—hands gripping my wide hips, pounding me hard enough that my ass rippled with every thrust. The headboard banged against the wall.
“Mom… your ass is so fucking big and soft… I love it,” he panted, slapping one cheek.
“Harder, you nerdy stud. Wreck Mommy’s pussy. Fill me up again.”
He did. He fucked me like he was trying to break me, deep, fast strokes, balls slapping my clit. I came again, screaming into the mattress. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and pumping another huge load straight into me.
We didn’t stop there. I rode him on the bed. He took me missionary with my legs over his shoulders, glasses fogged up, pounding me so deep I could feel him in my stomach. He flipped me onto my side and fucked me while spooning, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. Every time he came he stayed inside, grinding, pushing it deeper,I had taken load after load from my own son.
That was three weeks ago.