My Relationship with Billy

As I sat on the couch, watching the sun set through the window, I couldn’t help but think about the events of the previous night. My son, Billy, had come home drunk and stumbling, and I had been shocked by his behavior. He had touched me in ways that no son should, and I had felt a spark of desire that I couldn’t explain.

“I don’t blame him, do you? Any man would go crazy looking at you, mom,” Billy had said, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that I had never seen before. I had pushed him away, feeling guilty and ashamed, but now I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had been drawn to him.

Billy came into the room, a bottle of wine in his hand, and a mischievous glint in his eye. “Somehow, I feel like having a drink with you, mom,” he said, setting the bottle down on the coffee table. I raised an eyebrow, but he just smiled and said, “Besides, it would relax you, and that may help me get it out of you.”

We sat down on the couch, and Billy poured us each a glass of wine. I felt a little silly, drinking with my son, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me feel like I was seeing him in a new light. He was bold and confident, and I found myself drawn to his energy.

“You’re a very hot woman, mom,” Billy said, his eyes locked on mine. “You have a body that would kill any man.” I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but he just smiled and said, “You have assets that would drive any man wild.”

Billy leaned in closer, his hands on my shoulders, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He placed a soft kiss on my cheek, and I felt a spark of desire ignite within me. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help myself.

“That is something, you were doing last night, Billy,” I whispered in his ear, trying to sound casual. But Billy’s reaction was immediate. He screamed, “What?” and tried to move away from me, but I held him close, my arms wrapped around his waist.

“It’s okay, baby,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Last night, I fought back, but it feels so good tonight, simply because you’re in your full senses now.” Billy looked at me, his eyes searching, and I knew he was trying to understand what was happening.

“And my hand too?” he asked, his voice hesitant. I smiled, feeling a sense of liberation wash over me. “Yes, it went way further inside, till it reached my…” I paused, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. “You know, my lower half.”

Billy’s eyes widened, and he looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. I felt a sense of shame, knowing that I was hinting at things that no mother should hint at to her son. But Billy just smiled, and said, “Like that, mom?”

His hand was already moving, his fingers sinking deep into my slit, and his index finger massaging my growing clit. I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me, and I knew I was lost. I pushed my legs wider apart, inviting him to do more, and Billy took advantage of the opportunity.

His lips were glued to mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and his fingers doing things to my body that I couldn’t even begin to explain. I was so close to climax, and I knew I couldn’t stop now. I was in too deep, and I was willing to see this through to the end.

Billy pulled his hand away, replaced it with his mouth, and I felt a rush of pleasure wash over me. I was supposed to fight back, to try and stop him, but I couldn’t. I wanted it more than he did, and I knew I was in trouble.

I lay on the bed, my body glistening from the warm wax that Billy had applied to my skin. His tongue danced across my pussy, sending shivers down my spine. I felt his fingers delve into my ass, adding to the sensations that had me squirming with pleasure.

“Mmm, do that again,” I moaned, my eyes closing in ecstasy.

“You like that, Mom?” Billy’s voice was husky with desire as he rimmed my ass, his fingers moving in and out of me in a slow, sensual rhythm.

“Yes, Billy, I love it,” I panted, my body arching up towards him.

He pulled himself up over me, his dick hard and pulsing with desire. I felt his cock head rubbing against my outer lips, and then he was sliding into me, his body moving in and out of mine in a slow, sensual rhythm.

“You’re so big, Billy,” I whispered, my eyes locked on his face.

“You’re so tight, Mom,” he replied, his voice filled with pleasure.

He froze for a moment, and then slammed all the length of his dick into me, making me scream with pleasure.

“Did I hurt you, Mom?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“No, honey, you’re giving me the pleasure I’ve been missing for a long time,” I replied, my voice husky with desire.

“Please, Billy, fuck me hard and deep,” I begged, my body pushing up towards him.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire, and began to move in and out of me in a fast, furious rhythm. I felt myself coming apart, my body convulsing with pleasure as he fucked me over and over again.

At some point, I lost count of the number of times I came, but I knew it was a lot. Billy came three times that night, and then told me that he used to sneak into my room while I was sleeping, just to look at my body and ejaculate onto my dirty panties.

“You used to take my dirty panties, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice filled with shock.

“Yes, Mom, I used to take them and use them to cum on,” Billy replied, his eyes locked on mine.

As we hugged each other to relax, he told me more about his desires, about how he had always been fascinated by my body and wanted to be closer to me. He told me that he had been drunk the first night, and that’s why he didn’t go further, but the second night, he couldn’t resist.

“You knew what you were doing that night, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice filled with a mix of emotions.

“Yes, Mom, I knew,” Billy replied, his eyes locked on mine.

And then, in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, he told me that he had finally fucked me, that he had taken what he wanted.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he whispered, his body shaking with desire.

“I’m not sorry, Billy,” I replied, my voice husky with desire. “I’m glad you took what you wanted. You’re giving me the sex I need, the sex I’ve been missing for so long.”

And so, we continued to have sex, our bodies moving together in a sensual rhythm. We slept together, fully nude, our bodies entwined as we fucked each other almost every night.

Billy had the strong, powerful sex drive that I needed, and he made me discover how much of a sex-loving woman I was. Or maybe I just turned into one, with him by my side.

As I looked into his eyes, I knew that I would never be the same again. And I was grateful for that.

THE END