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PROLOGUE
Mary Anderson, an emergency doctor in the small town of Miami, has spent the last fourteen years raising her son alone after her husband’s tragic death in a car accident. Now 18, her son Dick has become the center of her world, filling her life with both pride and purpose. Forced to be strong and independent for her child’s sake, she has remained single, unable to overcome the discomfort and social anxiety that plague her. Mary is painfully aware of the way people stare at her large breasts—their lustful gazes leave her feeling uncomfortable, withdrawn, and reserved. Although she pours all her love and energy into her son, she maintains a strict, demanding approach to motherhood.
Now in his final year of high school, Dick is preparing for graduation while excelling academically, staying physically active, and adhering to a healthy diet. He is always neat and well-dressed. But tonight, in pursuit of his first intimate experience with his girlfriend, he decides to break his mother’s rigid rules. Without her permission, he invites Virginia over, takes a bottle of red wine from her cabinet, and buys a large, sweet cake while she is away on her night shift.
CHAPTER ONE: MOM’S IN THE HOUSE
Miami, USA, Punta Gorda – December 19, 2024, 10:25 PM
Feeling a dull pain in her lower abdomen, signaling the approaching onset of her period, Mary decided to swap her night shift with another emergency doctor, allowing her to return home earlier than usual.
“Dick? Are you here?” she called as she entered the house.
The kitchen looked slightly messy.
Have we had guests over? Mary wondered, noticing a couple of plates with leftover cake, an empty wine bottle, and two glasses.
This is absolutely unacceptable! Combined with his sleeping pills, it could even be dangerous for him! she thought.
Where is he?
Angry and worried, she hurriedly searched the entire house, but her son was nowhere to be found.
Why isn’t he answering his phone? Approaching her bedroom to change, she suddenly heard him talking to someone inside.
She quietly moved closer, trying to listen in. Her son was speaking with a young girl, but it was hard to make out what they were saying.
In the end, it’s my bedroom, and he shouldn’t be in there, let alone with someone else! she thought, carefully cracking the door open.
Through the narrow crack, she saw them: they were completely naked and sweaty, lying on her bed. His girlfriend, Virginia, was beneath him, her slender legs spread wide. Her son, Dick, leaned over her, gently cradling her head in his hands and covering her lips and chest with kisses.
“Why not? We’ve been building up to this for so long, and everything is perfect for our first time,” he said.
“No! I’m not doing it without a condom. I’m ovulating right now; I could get pregnant. And you forgot the vanilla-scented candles. You only think about yourself!” she replied.
Mary was stunned by what she saw.
I should go in right now and teach them a good lesson! This is my room! But… it would definitely ruin my relationship with my son. He loves this girl, I can see it, and she’s important to him. This situation is just too personal, too intimate. How can I intervene without destroying everything? Mary thought.
“Maybe your mom has some condoms?” Virginia suggested.
“No, she definitely doesn’t have any. She hasn’t been with anyone in ages. How about I just finish on your stomach? It’s pretty common practice, everyone does it,” Dick replied.
His voice sounds so drunk! Sooner or later, this was bound to happen. He’s an adult now, but I just don’t like that girl! She’s not worthy of his first time. Her parents are rednecks, and she’s as plain as a shovel. If she gets pregnant, it’ll be a disaster, Mary thought.
“No! That’s how Amber got pregnant with Kyle—he couldn’t pull out in time! Tomorrow, make sure you get condoms and find money for a hotel. I just don’t feel comfortable on your mother’s bed. I can smell her perfume, and I can’t relax here, always expecting her to walk in! I need to go home. I’ve got tons of missed calls from my parents, and if I don’t get back now, I’ll be in big trouble,” Virginia said, getting up from the bed.
Mary quickly tiptoed away from the door and made her way down to the basement lounge.
She opened a bottle of red wine, poured herself a full glass, and drank it down.
How could he possibly know, and why is he so certain I haven’t been with anyone in years? And yes, I do have condoms—for personal use, not that it’s any of his business. she thought.
Why is this bothering me so much? He’s my son, and I’m worried about his future. The first time is so important. He’ll remember it forever, and it will affect him—his taste in women, his relationships. And what if he doesn’t like her scent or...? she pondered, bringing the glass to her lips.
What is wrong with me? she thought. I’m aroused, wet like a schoolgirl before her first time. I can feel how damp my underwear has become.
Glancing down at her red leggings, she noticed a faint dampness forming between her thighs, a subtle reminder of her body's unbidden response. She slid her hand into her underwear to check. It wasn’t her period.
She felt embarrassed and ashamed for being sexually aroused. He’s right, it has been too long since I’ve been with anyone!
Okay, I’ll just take a shower, grab my dildo, and find some hot lesbian porn in my playlist,” she decided. “Tomorrow, I’ll sit him down for a serious conversation. We’ll talk about the dangers of alcohol—there’s no such thing as a safe dose. I’ll explain the risks of sexually transmitted diseases and why protection is essential. Afterward, I’ll confiscate his gaming console for a month and make sure he has a supply of condoms. It’s the right thing to do. Yes… That’s the right plan.”
A prolonged hot shower brought her calm and relaxation.
Maybe I should shave… down there? The bush has gotten so big and thick. But really, who am I shaving it for? I guess it’s just for me, she thought, stepping out of the shower noticeably tipsy.
I wonder if he’s gone to bed or if he’s still watching TV in the living room? He must have heard me in the shower. Maybe I should take a sleeping pill to help me fall asleep faster and calm down.
Still wet from her shower, she entered her room to grab a robe and found him asleep on her bed, completely naked.
My boy has grown so much… It feels like just yesterday he was so small, Mary thought.
She noticed he had groomed himself down there, neatly trimming his pubic hair.
Probably getting ready for sex with Virginia. Poor boy, all that effort for nothing, she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Dick? Dick, are you asleep? Wake up… Dick!”
She tried insistently to wake him up but couldn’t.
He’s too drunk, and the sleeping pills are clearly doing their job! I’m a terrible mother—how could I let this happen? she thought. I’ll need to lock up the alcohol in the cabinet from now on.
Realizing she couldn’t move him to his room—he was far too heavy—Mary carefully laid him on her pillow. Then, she slipped into bed beside him, turning her back to him.
I can’t watch porn with him lying right here—that would be so wrong. Not that I’d be able to relax anyway. And I left my dildo in the shower, she thought.
The combination of wine, her son’s sleeping pills, and the hot shower quickly lulled her into a deep sleep. Her worries dissolved, leaving her wrapped in a comforting sense of warmth and peace.
CHAPTER TWO: I LOVE YOU VIRGINIA
Mary began to wake up from her son's touch. He pulled the blanket off her, placed his hand on her waist, and kissed her neck, murmuring: “Virginia, I love you. You know it's true. I want to be with you, you're my girl... I love you.”
She felt his penis nestled between her buttocks, brushing close to her vaginal opening, as her consciousness hovered between sleep and wakefulness. She was lost in a sweet, erotic dream featuring her son, her body responding instinctively. The heat and wetness of her arousal heightened every sensation, making his touch and voice feel like a natural extension of the dream, amplifying its realism and deepening her sexual excitement.
Dick moved closer and closer to the wet, hairy opening of his mother’s vagina, like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey.
He held her tightly around the waist, pressing his hips firmly against her warm, soft backside. His thick penis slid between her thighs, almost entering her vagina, but stopping as it nestled between her large, soft labia, lightly brushing against her sensitive clitoris. The swollen head emerged at the front, peeking through the thick, damp hair of her bush.
What is this?! dick? Mary thought, staring at the head of his penis. Half-asleep and slightly drunk, she still couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening.
Dick continued to move his hips slowly. His penis slid between his mother’s warm, wet labia, producing soft, slick sounds. It massaged her clitoris but did not enter her vagina.
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Mary froze in shock, holding her breath.
OH MY GOD! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?! IF I MOVE AND HE WAKES UP, IT COULD TURN INTO A HORRIBLY AWKWARD SITUATION AND SCAR HIM FOR LIFE! Completely paralyzed with fear, she stood frozen, unable to make a decision.
She squeezed her thighs together and shifted her hips slightly backward, terrified he might slip inside her.
What’s the right thing to do here? she wondered. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing—he’s asleep, drunk, and still on those pills. He must be so overstimulated… My poor boy.
Dick moaned softly with pleasure. "I love you, Virginia!"
I hope he finishes quickly and doesn’t even remember what happened in the morning, Mary thought.
Dick pressed harder, trying to push himself deeper.
His huge wet penis protruded significantly from her bush. He’s enormous—easily twice as thick as my dildo. How is that even possible at his age? The thought made Mary doubt that it was really him, prompting her to turn around and make sure.
She is afraid to admit how much she likes that wet massage, but her body cannot lie. Her clitoris swells with blood, becoming firm and enlarged. Between her legs, it grows increasingly wet and hot, her warm, whitish vaginal fluid starting to flow onto the bed.
An incredible, overwhelming sense of shame and self-deprecation seized her; she felt like a bad, irresponsible mother.
Dick began increasing the amplitude of his movements. He withdrew his penis from his mother's wet embrace and slowly, almost inadvertently, slid it nearly all the way into her vagina.
Mary couldn’t hold back a moan, her eyes fluttering open as she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Her breath caught, the warmth of his penetration radiating through her, sending a shiver down her spine and making her heart race uncontrollably. Shame and disbelief clashed with the undeniable wave of pleasure coursing through her, knotting her insides and leaving her mind in turmoil.
Dick suddenly stopped moving, freezing in place. His breath hitched as if a sudden realization struck him—or perhaps he had woken up, disoriented and unsure of the moment. His grip on her loosened. Mary, now terrified, froze and held her breath, afraid to make even the slightest movement.
Did he wake up? Mary wondered.
She felt the slow, deliberate withdrawal of his massive, wet penis. He paused at the very edge, leaving only the head inside her, before freezing once more.
Mary was paralyzed with fear and anticipation. She tried to clench her vaginal muscles, thighs, and buttocks, as if to hold him in place and prevent him from leaving.
Dick pushed deeply into her again, pressing tightly against her backside, wrapping his arms around her even more firmly than before, as if trying to go deeper.
Mary couldn’t suppress a moan.
He’s so deep, it feels like he’s pressing against my womb. It’s so intoxicating to feel him inside me, so huge and hot, Mary thought.
Torn between orgasmic pleasure and shame, tears began to moisten Mary’s eyes.
She felt him press his forehead against her back, groaning with pleasure.
He nearly withdrew entirely before slamming back into her with force, the impact against her backside producing a loud, wet slap. He did it again. And again. His pace became aggressive, faster. The wet, slapping sounds, moans, and the unmistakable scent of sex filled the room.
Who wouldn’t wake up from such forceful thrusts? she thought.
Unable to hold back any longer, Mary began to breathe deeply, her moans growing louder as her orgasm rapidly approached. Her chest trembled with every thrust, her body arching involuntarily, and the sheets beneath her were drenched with sweat and her flowing essence.
Dick quickened his pace, his movements becoming frantic as he neared his climax. With a final series of powerful thrusts, he froze deep inside her, his body trembling as his release overtook him.
Mary felt him shudder, his penis swelling and pulsing as he emptied himself into her. The warmth of his release spread through her, and he let out a long, guttural moan, filled with both relief and satisfaction.
I’m his first woman. The thought sent a surge of emotion through her. I want so badly to tell him I love him, to beg him not to pull out, to stay inside me just a little longer. I want to fall asleep with him still inside me, but I can feel him slipping away.
His body relaxed as he slowly began to withdraw his softening penis from his mother. Trapped air bubbles, along with semen and vaginal fluids, escaped with a wet, sputtering sound. Mary knew it was just air that had been pushed inside during sex, but she tightened her abdomen to suppress a laugh… but the motion forced out more air, accompanied by a prolonged sound and a further release of fluids from her vagina.
Dick collapsed onto his pillow, turning his back to her and exhaling deeply, like someone who had just completed intense physical exertion.
Oh my God, what was that and how should I react to it? Should I tell this to a therapist? NO! Never to anyone! It’s too much!
The bed beneath me is completely soaked, she thought, slowly slipping a hand between her legs to check. It wasn’t menstrual blood.
Thank God my period didn’t start tonight, or the entire bed—and my son—would be covered in blood. That would have been a nightmare.
I have to find a way to change the wet sheets before he wakes up. But my fluids are still on him. I wonder… was he awake during all this? Does he even realize what happened?
I was completely out—like the dead—because of all the alcohol and sleeping pills, she told herself, trying to find a way to make sense of it.
I didn’t finish. I want more. I want to feel him inside me again. The thought burned in her mind, sending a wave of shame through her. I’ll remember this night every time I touch myself, she admitted, her face flushing. I need to buy a dildo his size… maybe that will help.
She couldn’t fall asleep, her body still restless and tense. As soon as she heard him start breathing softly, the quiet rhythm of his exhalations calming the air, she moved carefully. Changing the soaked sheets and cleaning the room felt like a necessary distraction from her spiraling thoughts.
When she noticed her fluids dried on him, leaving faint traces, she froze for a moment. I can’t clean him while he’s asleep. Let him think it’s Virginia’s doing. I just hope he was drunk enough not to remember…
She shook her head, disgusted with herself. God, how can I even think like this? The shame hit her again, this time stronger. I need to hide all the alcohol in the house tomorrow, she decided firmly.
This night wasn’t something she could just forget. Everything felt wrong, confusing, and out of control. But for now, all she could do was push it aside and hope it never happened again.
CHAPTER THREE: COLORFUL INVITATION
Early in the morning, as she stepped into the shower, Mary’s period began, and the bloody flow was unusually heavy. In a short amount of time, she had already gone through two soaked pads and resorted to a tampon.
She spent the entire morning consumed by thoughts of the night before. What was that? Why did it happen? The questions wouldn’t leave her alone. This is so wrong. I must be losing my mind.
And yet, no matter how hard she tried, another thought crept in: Could I have stopped it? It felt… inevitable. Almost satisfying, though I hate to admit it. But Better me than that filthy little slut.
Dick woke up at 8:00 a.m. She heard him slowly walking downstairs, barefoot.
“Good morning, baby,” she greeted, trying to act as if nothing unusual had happened.
“Why did you sleep in my room? How did you end up there? Last night, I got off work early, had a couple of glasses of wine with your sleeping pills, and don’t even remember getting into bed. I slept like the dead. So, how did you end up there?” Mary asked again.
He stood with his head down, avoiding her gaze like a guilty child.
“The air conditioner in my room broke, so I went to sleep in your room. Sorry, Mom,” Dick said softly.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. No problem. Breakfast is ready. Sit down and eat.”
He sat at the table and began eating ravenously.
She stared at him, her eyes scanning him intently, but he acted like nothing unusual had happened.
He knows I saw the empty wine bottle, but he doesn’t seem to care. And he knows damn well that drinking is crossing a big red line, Mary thought. He’d make a great actor.
“Did we have guests yesterday?”
“Yes, Virginia. We were playing video games.”
“I don’t mind guests, even if it’s Virginia. But you need to clean up after yourself and your guests.”
“Yes, Mom. Sorry. I just didn’t get a chance. Those damn pills are really strong—I just passed out and slept like the dead. I’ll wash the dishes after I eat.”
Okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t notice the empty wine bottle, she thought.
“I’m off to work. You can sleep in my room anytime you want. I’d be happy to have you there,” she said.
Talking to her son brought her moral satisfaction and relieved her of the oppressive feelings of guilt and shame, at least for a while.
She left the house feeling happy and energized, despite not having slept all night.
After finishing breakfast, Dick walked to the sink to wash the dishes. That’s when he noticed two colorful new condoms lying on the counter near the leftover cream cake….
EPILOGUE
“Maybe someone will judge me for this unconventional act and think I provoked him out of jealousy or selfishness. Yes, it wasn’t right, and it wasn’t even normal. But what truly happened? It was love—expressed through an act of intimacy between two people who care deeply for each other. Can anything in this world be stronger than a mother’s love for her child and a child’s love for their mother?
And before they cast the first stone, let that person ask themselves: what would their own mother do if trapped in such a situation?”
— Mary Anderson’s Diary, December 20, 2024
PROLOGUE
Mary Anderson, an emergency doctor in the small town of Miami, has spent the last fourteen years raising her son alone after her husband’s tragic death in a car accident. Now 18, her son Dick has become the center of her world, filling her life with both pride and purpose. Forced to be strong and independent for her child’s sake, she has remained single, unable to overcome the discomfort and social anxiety that plague her. Mary is painfully aware of the way people stare at her large breasts—their lustful gazes leave her feeling uncomfortable, withdrawn, and reserved. Although she pours all her love and energy into her son, she maintains a strict, demanding approach to motherhood.
Now in his final year of high school, Dick is preparing for graduation while excelling academically, staying physically active, and adhering to a healthy diet. He is always neat and well-dressed. But tonight, in pursuit of his first intimate experience with his girlfriend, he decides to break his mother’s rigid rules. Without her permission, he invites Virginia over, takes a bottle of red wine from her cabinet, and buys a large, sweet cake while she is away on her night shift.
CHAPTER ONE: MOM’S IN THE HOUSE
Miami, USA, Punta Gorda – December 19, 2024, 10:25 PM
Feeling a dull pain in her lower abdomen, signaling the approaching onset of her period, Mary decided to swap her night shift with another emergency doctor, allowing her to return home earlier than usual.
“Dick? Are you here?” she called as she entered the house.
The kitchen looked slightly messy.
Have we had guests over? Mary wondered, noticing a couple of plates with leftover cake, an empty wine bottle, and two glasses.
This is absolutely unacceptable! Combined with his sleeping pills, it could even be dangerous for him! she thought.
Where is he?
Angry and worried, she hurriedly searched the entire house, but her son was nowhere to be found.
Why isn’t he answering his phone? Approaching her bedroom to change, she suddenly heard him talking to someone inside.
She quietly moved closer, trying to listen in. Her son was speaking with a young girl, but it was hard to make out what they were saying.
In the end, it’s my bedroom, and he shouldn’t be in there, let alone with someone else! she thought, carefully cracking the door open.
Through the narrow crack, she saw them: they were completely naked and sweaty, lying on her bed. His girlfriend, Virginia, was beneath him, her slender legs spread wide. Her son, Dick, leaned over her, gently cradling her head in his hands and covering her lips and chest with kisses.
“Why not? We’ve been building up to this for so long, and everything is perfect for our first time,” he said.
“No! I’m not doing it without a condom. I’m ovulating right now; I could get pregnant. And you forgot the vanilla-scented candles. You only think about yourself!” she replied.
Mary was stunned by what she saw.
I should go in right now and teach them a good lesson! This is my room! But… it would definitely ruin my relationship with my son. He loves this girl, I can see it, and she’s important to him. This situation is just too personal, too intimate. How can I intervene without destroying everything? Mary thought.
“Maybe your mom has some condoms?” Virginia suggested.
“No, she definitely doesn’t have any. She hasn’t been with anyone in ages. How about I just finish on your stomach? It’s pretty common practice, everyone does it,” Dick replied.
His voice sounds so drunk! Sooner or later, this was bound to happen. He’s an adult now, but I just don’t like that girl! She’s not worthy of his first time. Her parents are rednecks, and she’s as plain as a shovel. If she gets pregnant, it’ll be a disaster, Mary thought.
“No! That’s how Amber got pregnant with Kyle—he couldn’t pull out in time! Tomorrow, make sure you get condoms and find money for a hotel. I just don’t feel comfortable on your mother’s bed. I can smell her perfume, and I can’t relax here, always expecting her to walk in! I need to go home. I’ve got tons of missed calls from my parents, and if I don’t get back now, I’ll be in big trouble,” Virginia said, getting up from the bed.
Mary quickly tiptoed away from the door and made her way down to the basement lounge.
She opened a bottle of red wine, poured herself a full glass, and drank it down.
How could he possibly know, and why is he so certain I haven’t been with anyone in years? And yes, I do have condoms—for personal use, not that it’s any of his business. she thought.
Why is this bothering me so much? He’s my son, and I’m worried about his future. The first time is so important. He’ll remember it forever, and it will affect him—his taste in women, his relationships. And what if he doesn’t like her scent or...? she pondered, bringing the glass to her lips.
What is wrong with me? she thought. I’m aroused, wet like a schoolgirl before her first time. I can feel how damp my underwear has become.
Glancing down at her red leggings, she noticed a faint dampness forming between her thighs, a subtle reminder of her body's unbidden response. She slid her hand into her underwear to check. It wasn’t her period.
She felt embarrassed and ashamed for being sexually aroused. He’s right, it has been too long since I’ve been with anyone!
Okay, I’ll just take a shower, grab my dildo, and find some hot lesbian porn in my playlist,” she decided. “Tomorrow, I’ll sit him down for a serious conversation. We’ll talk about the dangers of alcohol—there’s no such thing as a safe dose. I’ll explain the risks of sexually transmitted diseases and why protection is essential. Afterward, I’ll confiscate his gaming console for a month and make sure he has a supply of condoms. It’s the right thing to do. Yes… That’s the right plan.”
A prolonged hot shower brought her calm and relaxation.
Maybe I should shave… down there? The bush has gotten so big and thick. But really, who am I shaving it for? I guess it’s just for me, she thought, stepping out of the shower noticeably tipsy.
I wonder if he’s gone to bed or if he’s still watching TV in the living room? He must have heard me in the shower. Maybe I should take a sleeping pill to help me fall asleep faster and calm down.
Still wet from her shower, she entered her room to grab a robe and found him asleep on her bed, completely naked.
My boy has grown so much… It feels like just yesterday he was so small, Mary thought.
She noticed he had groomed himself down there, neatly trimming his pubic hair.
Probably getting ready for sex with Virginia. Poor boy, all that effort for nothing, she thought, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Dick? Dick, are you asleep? Wake up… Dick!”
She tried insistently to wake him up but couldn’t.
He’s too drunk, and the sleeping pills are clearly doing their job! I’m a terrible mother—how could I let this happen? she thought. I’ll need to lock up the alcohol in the cabinet from now on.
Realizing she couldn’t move him to his room—he was far too heavy—Mary carefully laid him on her pillow. Then, she slipped into bed beside him, turning her back to him.
I can’t watch porn with him lying right here—that would be so wrong. Not that I’d be able to relax anyway. And I left my dildo in the shower, she thought.
The combination of wine, her son’s sleeping pills, and the hot shower quickly lulled her into a deep sleep. Her worries dissolved, leaving her wrapped in a comforting sense of warmth and peace.
CHAPTER TWO: I LOVE YOU VIRGINIA
Mary began to wake up from her son's touch. He pulled the blanket off her, placed his hand on her waist, and kissed her neck, murmuring: “Virginia, I love you. You know it's true. I want to be with you, you're my girl... I love you.”
She felt his penis nestled between her buttocks, brushing close to her vaginal opening, as her consciousness hovered between sleep and wakefulness. She was lost in a sweet, erotic dream featuring her son, her body responding instinctively. The heat and wetness of her arousal heightened every sensation, making his touch and voice feel like a natural extension of the dream, amplifying its realism and deepening her sexual excitement.
Dick moved closer and closer to the wet, hairy opening of his mother’s vagina, like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey.
He held her tightly around the waist, pressing his hips firmly against her warm, soft backside. His thick penis slid between her thighs, almost entering her vagina, but stopping as it nestled between her large, soft labia, lightly brushing against her sensitive clitoris. The swollen head emerged at the front, peeking through the thick, damp hair of her bush.
What is this?! dick? Mary thought, staring at the head of his penis. Half-asleep and slightly drunk, she still couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening.
Dick continued to move his hips slowly. His penis slid between his mother’s warm, wet labia, producing soft, slick sounds. It massaged her clitoris but did not enter her vagina.
Suddenly realizing what was happening, Mary froze in shock, holding her breath.
OH MY GOD! WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?! IF I MOVE AND HE WAKES UP, IT COULD TURN INTO A HORRIBLY AWKWARD SITUATION AND SCAR HIM FOR LIFE! Completely paralyzed with fear, she stood frozen, unable to make a decision.
She squeezed her thighs together and shifted her hips slightly backward, terrified he might slip inside her.
What’s the right thing to do here? she wondered. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing—he’s asleep, drunk, and still on those pills. He must be so overstimulated… My poor boy.
Dick moaned softly with pleasure. "I love you, Virginia!"
I hope he finishes quickly and doesn’t even remember what happened in the morning, Mary thought.
Dick pressed harder, trying to push himself deeper.
His huge wet penis protruded significantly from her bush. He’s enormous—easily twice as thick as my dildo. How is that even possible at his age? The thought made Mary doubt that it was really him, prompting her to turn around and make sure.
She is afraid to admit how much she likes that wet massage, but her body cannot lie. Her clitoris swells with blood, becoming firm and enlarged. Between her legs, it grows increasingly wet and hot, her warm, whitish vaginal fluid starting to flow onto the bed.
An incredible, overwhelming sense of shame and self-deprecation seized her; she felt like a bad, irresponsible mother.
Dick began increasing the amplitude of his movements. He withdrew his penis from his mother's wet embrace and slowly, almost inadvertently, slid it nearly all the way into her vagina.
Mary couldn’t hold back a moan, her eyes fluttering open as she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Her breath caught, the warmth of his penetration radiating through her, sending a shiver down her spine and making her heart race uncontrollably. Shame and disbelief clashed with the undeniable wave of pleasure coursing through her, knotting her insides and leaving her mind in turmoil.
Dick suddenly stopped moving, freezing in place. His breath hitched as if a sudden realization struck him—or perhaps he had woken up, disoriented and unsure of the moment. His grip on her loosened. Mary, now terrified, froze and held her breath, afraid to make even the slightest movement.
Did he wake up? Mary wondered.
She felt the slow, deliberate withdrawal of his massive, wet penis. He paused at the very edge, leaving only the head inside her, before freezing once more.
Mary was paralyzed with fear and anticipation. She tried to clench her vaginal muscles, thighs, and buttocks, as if to hold him in place and prevent him from leaving.
Dick pushed deeply into her again, pressing tightly against her backside, wrapping his arms around her even more firmly than before, as if trying to go deeper.
Mary couldn’t suppress a moan.
He’s so deep, it feels like he’s pressing against my womb. It’s so intoxicating to feel him inside me, so huge and hot, Mary thought.
Torn between orgasmic pleasure and shame, tears began to moisten Mary’s eyes.
She felt him press his forehead against her back, groaning with pleasure.
He nearly withdrew entirely before slamming back into her with force, the impact against her backside producing a loud, wet slap. He did it again. And again. His pace became aggressive, faster. The wet, slapping sounds, moans, and the unmistakable scent of sex filled the room.
Who wouldn’t wake up from such forceful thrusts? she thought.
Unable to hold back any longer, Mary began to breathe deeply, her moans growing louder as her orgasm rapidly approached. Her chest trembled with every thrust, her body arching involuntarily, and the sheets beneath her were drenched with sweat and her flowing essence.
Dick quickened his pace, his movements becoming frantic as he neared his climax. With a final series of powerful thrusts, he froze deep inside her, his body trembling as his release overtook him.
Mary felt him shudder, his penis swelling and pulsing as he emptied himself into her. The warmth of his release spread through her, and he let out a long, guttural moan, filled with both relief and satisfaction.
I’m his first woman. The thought sent a surge of emotion through her. I want so badly to tell him I love him, to beg him not to pull out, to stay inside me just a little longer. I want to fall asleep with him still inside me, but I can feel him slipping away.
His body relaxed as he slowly began to withdraw his softening penis from his mother. Trapped air bubbles, along with semen and vaginal fluids, escaped with a wet, sputtering sound. Mary knew it was just air that had been pushed inside during sex, but she tightened her abdomen to suppress a laugh… but the motion forced out more air, accompanied by a prolonged sound and a further release of fluids from her vagina.
Dick collapsed onto his pillow, turning his back to her and exhaling deeply, like someone who had just completed intense physical exertion.
Oh my God, what was that and how should I react to it? Should I tell this to a therapist? NO! Never to anyone! It’s too much!
The bed beneath me is completely soaked, she thought, slowly slipping a hand between her legs to check. It wasn’t menstrual blood.
Thank God my period didn’t start tonight, or the entire bed—and my son—would be covered in blood. That would have been a nightmare.
I have to find a way to change the wet sheets before he wakes up. But my fluids are still on him. I wonder… was he awake during all this? Does he even realize what happened?
I was completely out—like the dead—because of all the alcohol and sleeping pills, she told herself, trying to find a way to make sense of it.
I didn’t finish. I want more. I want to feel him inside me again. The thought burned in her mind, sending a wave of shame through her. I’ll remember this night every time I touch myself, she admitted, her face flushing. I need to buy a dildo his size… maybe that will help.
She couldn’t fall asleep, her body still restless and tense. As soon as she heard him start breathing softly, the quiet rhythm of his exhalations calming the air, she moved carefully. Changing the soaked sheets and cleaning the room felt like a necessary distraction from her spiraling thoughts.
When she noticed her fluids dried on him, leaving faint traces, she froze for a moment. I can’t clean him while he’s asleep. Let him think it’s Virginia’s doing. I just hope he was drunk enough not to remember…
She shook her head, disgusted with herself. God, how can I even think like this? The shame hit her again, this time stronger. I need to hide all the alcohol in the house tomorrow, she decided firmly.
This night wasn’t something she could just forget. Everything felt wrong, confusing, and out of control. But for now, all she could do was push it aside and hope it never happened again.
CHAPTER THREE: COLORFUL INVITATION
Early in the morning, as she stepped into the shower, Mary’s period began, and the bloody flow was unusually heavy. In a short amount of time, she had already gone through two soaked pads and resorted to a tampon.
She spent the entire morning consumed by thoughts of the night before. What was that? Why did it happen? The questions wouldn’t leave her alone. This is so wrong. I must be losing my mind.
And yet, no matter how hard she tried, another thought crept in: Could I have stopped it? It felt… inevitable. Almost satisfying, though I hate to admit it. But Better me than that filthy little slut.
Dick woke up at 8:00 a.m. She heard him slowly walking downstairs, barefoot.
“Good morning, baby,” she greeted, trying to act as if nothing unusual had happened.
“Why did you sleep in my room? How did you end up there? Last night, I got off work early, had a couple of glasses of wine with your sleeping pills, and don’t even remember getting into bed. I slept like the dead. So, how did you end up there?” Mary asked again.
He stood with his head down, avoiding her gaze like a guilty child.
“The air conditioner in my room broke, so I went to sleep in your room. Sorry, Mom,” Dick said softly.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. No problem. Breakfast is ready. Sit down and eat.”
He sat at the table and began eating ravenously.
She stared at him, her eyes scanning him intently, but he acted like nothing unusual had happened.
He knows I saw the empty wine bottle, but he doesn’t seem to care. And he knows damn well that drinking is crossing a big red line, Mary thought. He’d make a great actor.
“Did we have guests yesterday?”
“Yes, Virginia. We were playing video games.”
“I don’t mind guests, even if it’s Virginia. But you need to clean up after yourself and your guests.”
“Yes, Mom. Sorry. I just didn’t get a chance. Those damn pills are really strong—I just passed out and slept like the dead. I’ll wash the dishes after I eat.”
Okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t notice the empty wine bottle, she thought.
“I’m off to work. You can sleep in my room anytime you want. I’d be happy to have you there,” she said.
Talking to her son brought her moral satisfaction and relieved her of the oppressive feelings of guilt and shame, at least for a while.
She left the house feeling happy and energized, despite not having slept all night.
After finishing breakfast, Dick walked to the sink to wash the dishes. That’s when he noticed two colorful new condoms lying on the counter near the leftover cream cake….
EPILOGUE
“Maybe someone will judge me for this unconventional act and think I provoked him out of jealousy or selfishness. Yes, it wasn’t right, and it wasn’t even normal. But what truly happened? It was love—expressed through an act of intimacy between two people who care deeply for each other. Can anything in this world be stronger than a mother’s love for her child and a child’s love for their mother?
And before they cast the first stone, let that person ask themselves: what would their own mother do if trapped in such a situation?”
— Mary Anderson’s Diary, December 20, 2024