Emily stood in the kitchen, remembering how she had watched the diving competition that day. There were many young, already sexy guys wearing only swim trunks. But among all of them, one was completely unmatched — her 18-year-old son, Ethan. She kept staring at his photo on her phone over and over — his slim body, defined muscles, his eyes, lips, and the cock hidden beneath his swim trunks. She could barely stop herself from moaning out loud as a spasm of sexual excitement tightened between her legs.

For about a year, Emily had felt regular sexual arousal toward her own son. And what had started as a moderate feeling had, in the last couple of months, turned into a passionate and irresistible desire for sex. Emily thought about what she should do.

Emily, a beautiful and slender 45-year-old woman, had not lost any of her sexual magnetism or her fiery temperament in bed. In many ways, after turning forty, she had become even more attractive to men and young guys. She was married to Mark, a wonderful 40-year-old husband. Long ago, they had decided to allow each other casual relationships with other partners. Thanks to this, they had maintained easy and peaceful relations both between themselves and within the family. For the last two years, Mark had been constantly traveling for work and only came home occasionally. But Emily, with her insatiable passion for experimentation, didn’t mind at all. She loved having sex with different men, but young boys were a special list for her. She had a kind of hobby — meeting virgins and then, gently or not so gently, seducing them into having sex. Many young guys had passed through Emily’s hands.

For a whole year, she had been caught in an unexpected and uncontrollable state. On one hand, excitement and sweet anticipation; on the other, confusion and disorientation. A year ago, she had been suddenly overwhelmed by intense sexual excitement toward her own son, Ethan. She clearly remembered that this was her own son, whom she had given birth to, breastfed, and raised until now. And yet, in a surprising way, she now saw him as the most sexually attractive young man. From that moment, Emily realized that her son was the ideal man for her. And with every passing day, she became more and more excited just by seeing him. Eventually, she no longer wanted just sex with her son. She became obsessed with the idea that her son should have no other women except her. She decided that her son would become her second husband and that she would have another child with him.

Her son’s growth itself wasn’t a surprise to her. It was something else entirely. Long ago, right after his birth, she and her husband had imagined how he would grow up. Sex was an extremely important part of their lives, so they loved imagining their son going through puberty and experiencing his first sexual desires. Emily had confidently expected that her son would be attracted to her. The idea of a possible Oedipus complex had excited both of them. She had imagined her son getting an erection at the sight of her. She smiled thinking about her photos on his computer and phone, ready for him to masturbate to. And that was why Ethan’s behavior after puberty had been so unexpected.

Overall, everything seemed natural. Ethan really did start to mature; piles of cum-soaked tissues began appearing in the trash. But she never noticed any interest from him toward her, no lustful glances. She even deliberately checked his computer. It became clear that he had no interest in older women at all. He was attracted to girls his own age, young women with big breasts — all kinds of young girls. But not mature women. Emily noted with some annoyance that, despite her own mature and undeniable beauty, her son’s tastes were different. Moreover, out of curiosity, he had read Freud, and the part about the Oedipus complex left him puzzled — he had clearly stated that he had none of it. For him, a mother was just a mother, not a woman.

And after that, she was suddenly seized by a wild, unrestrained passion for her own son. The attraction grew stronger over time until it became an obsession. Emily would masturbate and cum violently while imagining her son. She had no doubt that she wanted to fuck her son more than anyone else. The passion was greatly intensified by the awareness of how forbidden and depraved this desire was. She trembled with pleasure at the thought of becoming a lustful, shameless mother. But she couldn’t figure out how to actually achieve intimacy with the boy. After all, her son was strongly repulsed by any possibility of intimacy with her. She had built relationships with men and boys so easily before, but not this time. Her own son had left her perplexed.

Her husband Mark had advised her to honestly confess her feelings to Ethan and let whatever happened, happen. Emily, who was usually free in expressing her desires, hesitated this time. What if he started treating her worse? What if he lost trust in her? She had no idea how to change Ethan’s perception of her or awaken his interest. At the same time, Emily sometimes began to fantasize that her son’s rejection was losing its importance. She imagined telling him firmly and authoritatively that they would become lovers right then and there. And the possibility of his resistance to her coercion only excited her depraved mind even more. Emily began to realize, with fear and sweet languor, that the power of her sinful desire could completely take over her body and soul. Then she might brutally rape her own son.

The last two months had been filled with an unbearable desire to feel her son’s cock inside her greedy vagina. Emily started having recurring dreams in which her son constantly came inside her and she kept giving birth to his children. She realized she could no longer wait and that she needed to force Ethan to have sex with her, whether he wanted it or not.

These thoughts rushed through her head while she was in the kitchen. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Ethan’s photo. Finally, Emily snapped out of it and remembered the decision she had made while watching her son receive his award at the competition. She wanted to grab the cock hidden under his swim trunks. She remembered the feeling of jealousy and anger toward the girls who flirted with him. It became clear to her that at any moment her son would become a man with another girl. She could not allow that. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t attracted to her. What mattered was that she herself desperately wanted his child. A mother’s unrestrained passion was more than enough to make him do whatever she wanted.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced such an overwhelming state. Joy at having made her decision. Fear of possible condemnation and punishment. Unbearable shame, fueling an insatiable thirst for lust. A mixture of maternal love and the crazy, sinful passion of an eternally hungry woman. Remorse toward her son, combined with an obsessive need to dominate and humiliate a naive and inexperienced young man. Emily eagerly embraced this insane role in her plan. A mother obsessed with the idea of forcing her son to become her lover, then her husband, and the father of her children. Emily didn’t want to give anyone else the right to take her son’s virginity — all while constantly thinking about her own son’s cock and cum, never for a moment forgetting how vile her behavior was.

Especially for that night, she wore a beautiful black and white dress — not provocative, but modest and closed. In it, she looked feminine and sexy, yet strict and almost formal. Her glasses accentuated her face like a teacher’s. She could already imagine her son spraying cum on her face and glasses.

Emily paced around the kitchen, gathering her thoughts one last time. At that moment, Ethan was already resting in his room. She had prepared a small video camera in advance. She wanted to record everything so she could watch it later. Anticipating and savoring the moment, the mother entered the room and quickly placed the camera on the shelf before her son turned around. She approached him with confidence.

“Mom? What happened?” Ethan turned in his chair to face her.

“Son, I have important news. But I’ll tell you right now: everything I’m about to explain is non-negotiable. We will do everything exactly as I decided. Whether you agree or not is irrelevant to me. Understood?”

“You’re acting strange. What do I need to do?”

“So, you entered puberty quite a while ago, right? And you feel attraction to girls, yes?”

“Well, yes, of course. What’s this about?” Ethan looked a little embarrassed.

“I think you need a girl right now to gain sexual experience.”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about that. Actually, I’m going out with a girl late tonight. Maybe something will happen. Although I don’t want to rush it.”

“I have a better option. Listen — a year ago, I started wanting you as a man. And I want you more than anyone else. I can’t stop seeing you as my son, and at the same time, I want sex with you. I’ve never felt anything like this before. For the last two months, I’ve thought about nothing else. At first, I kept wondering how to do it properly. But the other day I realized: my desires are more important to me. And you don’t need any other girl — I gave birth to you, and I will make you a man. This will be a kind of sex that no one else has. First, I’m going to fuck you, and then you won’t be able to escape — you’ll fuck me.” Read More