NSFW Stories

It was a sunny day.

Madelyn Dawson, a 37-year-old black-haired MILF, a mother of an 18-year-old son, and an English teacher by profession, was teaching in the classroom as always.

She was the kind of woman who could stop a man's heart with a glance, her beauty almost unreal.

Her flawless, porcelain-like skin, high cheekbones, and full lips painted a seductive picture.

Her deep blue eyes, sharp yet inviting, held an allure that made men weak.

Her body was even more breathtaking.

She boasted an absolutely perfect hourglass figure, her three exceptional sizes, 40-26-42, were the epitome of sexual perfection.

Today, she was dressed in a pink romantic suit that made this ready absolute fucking sexy milf look like a complete knockout

The top was tight, hugging her towering breasts so firmly that the fabric seemed to groan under the strain.

Maybe due to the hot weather, she had left the top few buttons undone, teasing a glimpse of the lacy white bra barely containing her heavy, natural mounds.

Her cleavage was a deep, irresistible valley, and with every breath, her chest subtly rose and fell, tempting every pair of eyes in the room.

Her pink skirt clung to her round, juicy ass like a second skin, the material slightly wrinkled from how her generous pair stretched it.

Each step she took sent ripples through that thick, plump flesh, her hips swaying in a way that made it impossible not to stare.

The short length of the skirt allowed a glimpse of her creamy, toned thighs, teasing just enough to send heat through every man in the room.

With such a sexy MILF swaying her ass and tits, who could actually focus on class?

No one.

The girls in the room burned with envy, their self-esteem shattered just by standing in the presence of such an intoxicating beauty.

But the boys… every single one of them was captivated.

Some stared at her face, drinking in the delicate balance of elegance and seduction she exuded.

Others couldn't tear their eyes away from the strained buttons of her top, practically mourning the fabric that struggled to keep those heavenly tits from spilling out.

More than a few wished they were that fabric, just to feel the warmth of those enormous, soft melons pressing against them.

To be squeezed by such large and soft melons..damn it would be such a pleasure.

And then there were those who couldn't help but admire the way her plump ass jiggled ever so slightly with each movement.

The tight skirt barely held it together, making it painfully obvious how soft and inviting it was.

The way her hips swayed when she turned made them want to push her against the desk and fuck her senseless.

As for those who didn't look…

Well, every single boy's gaze was on her.

With such a sexy sight to enjoy every single day, it wasn't a surprise that no one in her English class was ever absent.

Among these students was Jake Dawson—eighteen years old, tall, and devastatingly handsome.

Unlike the others, he wasn't drooling over her like some desperate virgin.

But that didn't mean he was unaffected.but because he was… yep, Dawson.

As for the relation between the two, it was obvious.

They were mother and son.

Now looking at his mother, hearing the whispers from his classmates about her sexy beauty and how bad they wanted to fuck her, would usually make his blood boil.

But today, he was too distracted, too angry.

His sharp jawline was tense, his fists clenched under the desk, and his stormy eyes radiated a dangerous energy that made the other boys think twice about speaking too loudly.

No one dared to ask him what was wrong.

But if they knew what had happened last night, they'd understand exactly why he looked like he was about to snap.

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After school, Jake went to the teacher's office to find his mom so they could go home together as usual.

In fact, even though they were mother and son, no one knew they were related.

After all, he had never introduced himself as a Dawson—he simply told people his name was Jake.

So, people just assumed his parents were divorced, and no one ever connected him with that sexy English teacher.

Of course, the reason he never revealed their relationship wasn't because he was afraid of being teased or bullied by his classmates for having such a stunning mother.

After all, he wasn't some weak, average-looking guy.

In fact, he couldn't find anyone more handsome than himself in the entire college.

But if being the most attractive guy wasn't enough, his well-built physique only made him stand out more.

So why didn't he just admit it?

Honestly, he just never felt like it..Or so.

But now, as the events of last night replayed in his mind, his face darkened, and his jaw clenched tightly.

His fingers curled into fists as he strode toward the office, his chest tightening with anger.

When he arrived, she had just finished packing her things.

Without much conversation, they left together and headed toward the bus stop.

Along the way, she walked in front of his left as he looked at her sexy buttocks swaying from side to side in her tight pink skirt.

Waves of her perfume and mature woman's body fragrance wafted into his nose, and the sound of her high heels tapping the ground kept his cock erect.

Today's bus was very crowded, almost to the point where there was no place to put his feet.

He squeezed tightly behind her.

Since he was a head taller than her, it felt as though she was in his arms.

And so, as the bus swayed, his erect cock rubbed her plump buttocks again and again.

He deliberately pushed forward as she reacted and looked back at him with resentment.

He saw that she didn't object strongly and got bolder, putting his hand on her fat ass.

Through the silk skirt, he felt the smooth and tender flesh of her ass and couldn't help but sigh.

It was too damn squishy and soft.

Not to mention too bigg...

He caressed and kneaded her buttocks for a while before putting his hand into her skirt wantonly, caressing her soft and lewd fat buttocks full of mature woman's breath through her underwear.

His hands kept kneading and stroking up and down, left and right.

She turned back and glared at him coquettishly, then took his hand away with her hand and put the hem of her skirt away.

At this time, the bus also arrived at the station.

The two walked home without saying a word.

When they got home, she sat on the sofa and said to him, "Jake, how could you be like this? I am your mother."

In response, he looked at her crossed legs, her coquettish and sexy appearance, walked over and sat next to her, looked at her fair, plump legs and said, "Oh, so Steve can do it and I can't?"

Looking at her son, who suddenly spoke these words, Madelyn's eyes widened in disbelief, "No, Jake what are you saying, what Steve."

"Don't lie to my face, at least have some shame to admit it. 

Saw you fucking that neighbour's kid Steve with my own eyes."

"Tell me mom, Is it because dad doesn't fuck you enough that you have to spread your cunt for the neighbours, hm?"

"Jake, what are you saying? Don't talk to your mother like that…"

"Oh, tell me why, mom,

Didn't you shout it yourself that you get turned on by such explicit words?

Or is it some special treatment for your young lover perhaps.."

"I never thought my own much would be this much of a slut, oh well, we can only blame dad that he didn't see you enough and married you.."

"Don't say that."

"Why not? Are you ashamed of hearing your son speak the truth to you?

To tell you how much of a slut you are, the woman who would get excited being spanked, the woman who would spread her legs for anyone."

"Stop it, I am not a slut."

"Oh yes, you are. You're a lonely, horny, desperate, sex starved, perverted, slut."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. You're all of those things. That's why you do this. That's why you sleep with him."

"Stop!!!"

"Oh, why? You didn't think this would happen when you were sucking your lovers cock in our own house, right? In your own bedroom, the place where you and dad had your wedding night?"

"Please!! Please stop!"

"I'm not doing this because I'm lonely! I'm not doing it because I'm horny! I'm not doing it because I need dick! I'm not doing it because I need sex!"

Screaming, she finally broke down and started crying, while the young man stared at her as she wept.

"Look at you. Look at how pathetic you are. Crying because of a few words. You're not a real mother. You're not even a real person. You're just a pathetic woman."

"No. No. No. No."

"That's right. No. You don't deserve to be a mother. You don't deserve to have children. Cheaters like you don't deserve anything."

"Please. Please. Please."

"Please, um, please what?"

"Tell me, please what?"

"Did you ever think of us when you cheated, did me and dad's faces ever come to your mind when you bent on your knees and screamed like a whore you are?"

"Oh, what am I even saying? Of course you did,

While you were getting plowed by his cock, thinking about us would've made you even hornier, right?

"Right…!!"

His each word was like a dagger tearing through her heart, making her want to die, but she couldn't…She couldn't beg, she couldn't refute, she couldn't speak...because harsh and too much as though they seem, they were true.

No matter what her reasons were, no matter how lonely she felt, no matter whether she was seduced or not, it was true that she had hurt her son.

Although she didn't have any ounce of guilt for cuckolding that man, who hadn't fucked her in years, and even treated them mother and son like they were a burden, but she had kept this relationship for years.

Even when that man came home drunk, even when he didn't have sex with her for years, even when her sexual desires were threatening to tear her apart, she kept the relationship because of her son.

Being a daughter of a divorced couple she knew how difficult it was being one and she didn't want him to be the same…she kept up with that man, her husband, until she finally lost to her desires.

And the one time, she felt like it was enough...the one time, she ever let go and released her own desires, she was seen by her son.

Now, facing her young man, she couldn't even stop the trembling of her words.

"Please..."

"Please, I'm begging you."

"Begging what?"

"Please…Jake, don't look at your mother like that?"

"You're such a bad mother?"

"No. No. Please. Please. I'm not a bad person. I'm not a bad mother."

"You are. You are a bad mother. You're a horrible mother. You're the worst."

"I'm not. I'm not. I'm not a bad person. I'm not a horrible woman."

"Then prove it. Prove that you're not a bad person. Prove that you're a good mother. Prove it to the world."

"How? How can I prove it?"

The woman, who was desperate to calm down the anger of her son, spoke immediately.

"Simple. Have sex with your son."

"Ah?" His words were so abrupt that she couldn't help but blink, and she even stopped crying for a moment.

Feeling like she heard it wrong, she looked at the young man in front of her, only to hear him say,

"You're not hearing wrong, mom. I want you to have sex with me."

"No. No. That's wrong. That's so wrong. You're my son. We're not supposed to do that. I can't."

"But you can. You can do it. After all, you did it with Steve. And you will. Right now."

"No. No. I can't. I can't."

"Yes you can.."

"Don't tell me, you can some sort of rule that says you can fuck anyone but your son."

"Stop it Jake..I'm your mom."

"So, I don't think it would matter that much to you, after all, I think I have a big cock, enough to satisfy you."

"Baby, don.."

"Don't call me that," He shut her words halfway, looking at the woman in front of him, "You've lost your right to call me that."

"Ok, you don't want to have sex with me then fuck off, go back to your lover I don't care."

Looking into his emotionless eyes, Madelyn felt her world grow dark.

Tears fell down her cheeks, her voice choking.

"Please, Jake.."

"Don't cry in front of me, I don't want to see such a pathetic display."

"Forget it, I guess you don't wanna go; you like him come to your house, anyway.

I'll go, you can do whatever you want…"

With that said, the young man turned back and started walking towards the door when he felt a warm body against his back.

"Don't go…"

Her tears wet his shirt, and her embrace was too tight; he couldn't push away without hurting her.

In this position her soft, plump tits, squeezed into his back, making him even more reluctant to move.

However, thinking about the scene he saw yesterday night, his mom, bending over on her bed, begging for a cock, that wasn't his…he once again hardened his heart.

He knew he was in love with his mother, and who wouldn't?

After all, she was too beautiful and charming that men would stop all their important work and just stare wide eyed even as she walked on the street.. watching her cherry lips open and close under the bright red lipstick when she was teaching was so sexy that he even felt envious of the students of the room she was teaching..

And today, when she was wearing such a tight shirt that it felt like her tits would pop through it was even more tempting...

To be honest... to say that he felt betrayed was a bit too much after all, she was his mother not his woman.

He also knew what kind of a person his so-called dad was, and he also knew that one day she would finally have enough…and he thought he would be okay with it.

Okay with her having a lover, but the day he saw her, saw another man hold her in his arms, saw her sucking his cock, saw her bending over for him, he knew he was not okay.

Everything that happened today was his emotional outburst, and only Jake knew that he meant none of what he said.

It was his damn jealousy that made him speak.

The fact that his mother liked a man his age, the fact that she was fucked by a man his age, the fact that it wasn't him, consumed him with so much jealousy that he couldn't soften his heart even as the dam of her tears burst through.

"Put your hands away."

Steeling his softening heart, he spoke emotionlessly, as for whether he was truly speaking without emotion or not, only he knew.

"I won't.." Even through her muffled voice, he could hear the resolute words, as if to say, she wouldn't pull away no matter what.

At the same time, she was also leaving the choice in his hands.

She knew he was strong, so damn strong that he could pull away effortlessly nut doing so would hurt her.

She believed he was not willing to do it…

He can't…

He was her lovely son.

The child she raised with so much love.

And she was right…

No matter how angry he was, he would not hurt her.

But that didn't mean that he could not hurt her emotionally.

"You are really pathetic, aren't you?"

"Taking advantage of your son's lingering affection for you to do whatever you want."

"Maybe I would soften my heart and not leave, and then you can carry on as if nothing happened."

"It's really so easy for a woman.

You cheat, you break the relationship, you destroy a relationship, and then you cry bitterly and everyone would feel sorry for you.."

"Okay, you won, Mom. I'm not going anywhere. I won't tell Dad about your little lover. You can rest assured."

She got what she wanted, but Madelyn wasn't happy at all.

The long breath of his chest, the wryness in his tone,

Although she couldn't see his face, she knew she would cry if she saw his expression at the moment.

She didn't want it all..

"Jake.."

"Now, what do you want?"

The boy finally had enough.

Taking advantage of her fright due to his loud shout, he pulled away her arms from his chest, turned towards her, looking at her expressionlessly.

"Madelyn Dawson, tell me, what do you want?"

"Do you want me to die, or do you want that old man to die so that you can have his property and spend your life happily with your lover?"

"He's not my lover, and don't speak any word about you dying in front of me."

She looked at him and shouted loudly.

"Jake, I can bear any humiliation, any curse you have for me, but please don't say such hurtful words.

In the end, she broke into tears once again. "I would rather die than anything happen to you,"

No, you're not denying that you want the old man to die?

Also what do you mean he's not your lover..

"Heh, even after all this, do you still refuse to admit it?"

The mocking smile on his face stung her heart,

"He is not my lover, Jake"

"Oh, then what is he, your master perhaps? Or do you call him something else."

"He is no one Jake, no one…that was one time, one fucking time.."

Looking at the eyes of her son, Madelyn screamed in tears,

"I never cheated on that man, even after he did not fuck me for years,

I wanted to continue our marriage so that you could have a father, but I couldn't handle it anymore.."

"So, it's my fault now. If it weren't for me, you would've left that man years ago. If it weren't for me, you would've lived a happy life, if it were..

"Stop it, Jake. No more. Please, no more. Don't torment me like that."

"You're the only reason I've even survived until now."

Otherwise, she would've given up on life, long time ago.

However, she didn't because she had him.

Her lovely son.

But it was precisely because he was so lovely that…

"I love you, Jake..

"I love you..