The Forbidden Thing Between Mother and Son During the Lockdown

The bathroom mirror returned the usual image: a forty-four-year-old woman, five foot four, with wide hips and a flat stomach. Her dark hair, still damp from the shower, fell over her shoulders. Her breasts were large, with dark, well-defined nipples. The firm legs of someone who had not given up the gym in years. Elena looked at herself and thought she was fine, even though lately no one other than her son looked at her.

They had been locked in for weeks. The confinement had suspended time inside that apartment, had reduced the world to four rooms, had dissolved the distance that had once existed between them without either of them admitting it. Now that distance no longer existed. Elena did not know exactly when it had disappeared, but she also did not feel the need to rebuild it.

Her hand went on its own to her crotch. She wore her sex completely shaved, the labia clearly defined. She stayed like that for a moment, standing in front of the mirror, feeling that familiar heat that had been appearing every morning for weeks before going to wake her son.

She put on a skimpy black thong. The robe over it. She went out of the bathroom barefoot and crossed the hallway in silence.

Diego’s bedroom door was ajar. Elena pushed it open slowly and saw him asleep on his back, arms open, wearing only a gray pair of briefs. Twenty-one years old, pale skin, the body of someone who worked out with consistency: defined abs, broad chest, wide shoulders. Elena remained in the doorway longer than was reasonable. She looked at him with that mix of pride and something darker that had been growing during the lockdown, almost without her asking it to.

She moved closer. She sat on the edge of the bed. She laid her open hand on Diego’s stomach, over the warm skin, and slid it downward without hurrying. When she reached the fabric of the briefs, she felt what was underneath.

Diego opened his eyes. He looked at her without surprise.

—Good morning —she said softly, and carefully pulled his briefs down.

—Good morning, Mom —he replied, his voice still rough with sleep.

Elena took him in her hand and began to masturbate him slowly. Diego watched her without speaking. She got rid of the robe, letting it fall to the floor, lay down beside him and continued without letting go.

They kissed. The kiss lasted. Their tongues met without haste, with that familiarity they had built over weeks, and they only parted when Diego lowered his head and searched for one of her breasts. He took the dark nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

Elena closed her eyes and let him. There was something about that mouth on her nipple that unraveled her in a different way from everything else: a mixture of physical pleasure and something older, deeper, that she did not quite know how to name. She felt the dampness between her legs, the pulse quickening at her temples.

Diego left her breast and began to move down her body. He kissed her stomach, licked her navel, kept going lower. He took off her thong without hurry. When he reached her crotch, he found it wet and open. He began to lick her calmly, parting the lips with his tongue, circling the clitoris. It swelled under his tongue, swollen and sensitive. Elena pressed her thighs around his head and arched her back.

—Put it in me —she asked, her voice tense.

Diego sat up. He positioned her with her legs resting on his shoulders, in the posture he knew she preferred, and entered her slowly. Centimeter by centimeter, until he was all the way inside. Elena exhaled slowly.

Then he began to move.

The thrusts were deep and rhythmic. Elena received them with her eyes closed, completely focused on the sensation. She thought, not for the first time, of the bed they were on: her son’s bed, where he had slept as a child, where he had studied and dreamed, and where he was now fucking her with desire. That thought added a layer of filth that she could not and did not want to analyze.

They kissed without stopping the movement. Diego pushed with rhythm, with determination. Elena came with a moan she tried to suppress by biting her lip. The walls of her vagina tightened around him. Diego felt it and drove harder, wringing a deep, hoarse sound from her throat.

—Yes... my boy... —she panted.

He waited for her to finish. Then he withdrew and sat on her stomach. Elena took her own breasts in both hands and squeezed them around him, enveloping him. He began to move slowly.

—Are you going to cum on Mom’s tits? —she asked, looking at him.

—Yes —he answered, his voice tight.

Diego did not last long. The semen came hot and in waves, staining her breasts. He leaned forward and licked them without the slightest hesitation, cleaning them with his tongue. Afterward they lay down side by side, and Elena’s hand traced slow circles over his back.

***

The lockdown had altered their rhythms. There were days when they sought each other out three times before dark, in different corners of the apartment, without excuse or protocol. That same morning, after breakfast, they ended up in the shower.

Elena lathered her hands and ran them over Diego’s shoulders, chest, and stomach. He did the same to her: covering her breasts, belly, thighs, and ass with foam. Hot water poured over both of them. When they rinsed off, he was hard again and she felt that heat between her legs that had nothing to do with the water.

If this was so wrong, why did it feel so good?

Elena could not find an answer that convinced her. And she did not look too hard for one, either. Diego’s fingers found her crotch. She responded by taking him in her hand and masturbating him slowly under the water while they kissed. He squeezed her nipples between his fingers until he felt them harden beneath his fingertips.

He turned her gently. He pressed her against the cold tile wall. He spread her legs and stood behind her.

He entered her slowly.

The walls of her vagina welcomed him with that warm pressure he already knew well. Diego gripped her hips and began to thrust. Elena’s ass bounced against his stomach with each удар. The water kept falling over both of them, but they no longer noticed it.

Diego pressed his chest against her back. He sought Elena’s neck with his lips, kissed it, nibbled it softly. She tilted her head to one side, giving him more space, feeling her son’s warm breath at the nape of her neck every time he pulled away to breathe. Diego’s hand wrapped around her body and grabbed one of her breasts. He squeezed it. Elena rested her forehead against the tile.

—Mom... I’m going to cum —he said, his voice pressed against her ear.

—Cum inside —she answered—. I want to feel you.

Diego let himself go. The orgasm hit hard, and Elena felt it expand inside her with that heat that made her shudder. Her own came almost at the same time, with a tremor that ran from her legs all the way up and down. Diego withdrew slowly. She turned around and kissed him on the mouth, calmly.

The water and soap took care of the rest.

***

They ate slowly, talked little, and rested. That was the rhythm of those days without schedules or obligations. Elena fell asleep with her hand resting on Diego’s chest, listening to his breathing.

After the nap, she went into the living room.

Diego was sitting on the sofa in black boxers with the television on. Elena came in wearing a white cotton robe and sat beside him. She waited only a few seconds before starting.

She began with his neck. A slow kiss, her nose brushing behind his ear. Diego turned off the television without saying anything and turned toward her. He answered with a kiss on the mouth and slipped his hand into the opening of her robe. He found one of her nipples and brushed it with his fingers until he felt it harden.

—Eat them —she whispered, opening her robe.

Diego lowered his head and licked both breasts before taking one of the dark nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard. Elena, with her hand, felt the bulge growing inside the boxers. Through the fabric she felt the heat, the pressure, the size.

She climbed on top of him, straddling him. Through the fabric of the boxers and the white thong she was wearing, both of them felt the heat emanating from the other. They kissed for a long time. Diego lowered his head again to her breasts, licking and biting them with that concentration she found irresistible.

When the clothes started to get in the way, they took them off without a fuss. Diego pulled her thong down her thighs slowly. Elena pulled down his boxers. They lay back on the sofa.

Elena positioned herself on top of him, inverted. Diego plunged his tongue into her crotch, opening the lips, circling the clitoris carefully. She tilted her head and ran her tongue along the length of his cock, from base to head. She kissed it. She took it into her mouth and sucked.

The sounds in the living room were only the two of them.

Elena tightened her lips and took him deep while Diego kept licking and parting her with his fingers. The two gave each other pleasure with their mouths at the same time, unhurried, completely absorbed in each other. Every now and then one of them would moan, and the sound would be muffled by whatever was in their mouth.

They changed positions. Elena got on all fours on the sofa cushions. Diego knelt behind her. It was his favorite position: the one that gave him the most depth, the most control, and allowed him to watch how his mother’s ass responded to each thrust. He penetrated her. He gripped her hips and began the movement: deep, rhythmic, constant.

—Ohhh... don’t stop —she begged, her cheek resting on the back of the sofa.

Diego increased the pace. The thrusts became stronger, faster, and every so often he gave her ass a soft smack with his open palm. Elena answered with a deep sound from her throat that he knew well by now.

She passed one hand between her legs and began to touch herself while he fucked her. The double stimulation was enough. The orgasm came in long waves, and she bit the sofa cushion to muffle the sound. It was not only the physical pleasure, it was also the thought that accompanied it: that it was her own son, that it was forbidden, that they were alone in the world and that this freed them from any other consideration.

When she was done, Diego sat on the sofa with his legs open. Elena knelt on the floor between his knees. She took him in her hand, licked him from top to bottom, tasting herself in him. Then she took him into her mouth, slowly at first, then more decisively.

—Cum in my mouth, baby —she said, looking him in the eyes before continuing.

She took him back in. Diego did not last long. When the orgasm came, Elena did not pull away. She took it all, held it on her tongue for a moment, and swallowed. She felt the warmth sliding down her throat.

She stood up and sat beside him. They kissed tenderly. Both of their hands intertwined over his thigh.

—I love you, Mom —Diego said.

—I love you too, son —she replied.

Outside, the lockdown went on. Inside, time passed differently, and neither of them had any intention of looking for a way back.