When eighteen-year-old Connor pushed open the front door after school that Friday, he headed straight for the kitchen, dying for something cold to drink. Sure enough, there were his parents, Joe and Sienna Carter, already in their usual spots.
His dad sat at the big wooden kitchen table, newspaper spread out in front of him, still in his work shirt and trousers. Mum was leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, sipping her coffee while chatting away with him.
“Hey Mum, hey Dad,” Connor said, tossing his bag down under the table before yanking open the fridge door.
“Hey sweetie,” his mum answered with a smile.
“Alright, lad?” his dad muttered, eyes glued to the finance pages. Once he got into the stocks, the rest of the world might as well not exist. You could tell him you're screwing his wife and he’d just grunt and turn the page.
“How was school today?” Mum asked, watching him rummage around.
“Pretty good, actually,” Connor replied, pulling out the orange juice and pouring himself a glass.
“So what are you doing tonight then?” his mum asked, still leaning against the counter.
Connor shrugged as he leaned on the opposite side, sipping his juice. “Not sure yet. Everyone’s heading out, but they’ve all got plans, so I’ll probably just stick around here. What about you two?”
“We’re supposed to be going to that fancy dress thing at my office,” Mum said, flashing a quick smile over at Dad. That smile faded fast when he cleared his throat.
“Look, love, I can’t go tonight after all. I’ve got a last-minute meeting with the boss at his place about this new project,” Dad said, avoiding her eyes.
Connor could already tell this was going to be bad. Mum had been talking about this party nonstop for weeks, and now it looked like it was off. He saw her expression darkening and figured it was smart to slip out before the storm hit.
He started edging quietly toward the kitchen door, keeping his head down, when his dad suddenly piped up.
“Connor could go with you instead. He’s not busy anyway.”
Connor stopped dead in his tracks and spun around, mouth already opening to protest, but Mum beat him to it. Her voice was way too calm, the kind that meant trouble was coming.
“Connor? Pretend to be my husband? Joe, he’s only eighteen!” she said.
Dad just waved it off. “Doesn’t matter. Nobody at your work has ever met me. And even if they do in the future, they’ll all be too pissed tonight to remember a thing.”
Connor was shocked she hadn’t started yelling yet. Instead, she just sighed, took a long gulp of her coffee, and set the mug down hard.
“He won’t want to waste his evening at some boring work party full of old people with his mum,” she told Dad.
Connor stood there halfway out the door, unsure what to say. She was right—he really didn’t fancy spending the night with her colleagues, but he could see how much she wanted to go. If only he’d gotten out of the kitchen a minute earlier.
“Hey Mum, I don’t mind going if you still want to,” he said. When she gave him that skeptical look, he added, “Seriously, I’ve got nothing else on.”
“You don’t have to, love,” she replied, turning to put her empty cup on the counter.
“Honestly, Mum, it’s fine. I mean it,” Connor insisted, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
She studied him for a second. “Only if you’re really sure, Connor.”
“I’m sure,” he said.
A big smile spread across her face. She walked over and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him hard before letting go. Then she turned and headed out of the kitchen, mentioning she was off to see Nicola at the salon to get her hair done.
Great. Now he was stuck going out with his mum for the whole night. What a fun evening this was shaping up to be.
Connor was sprawled on his bed when his mum knocked and stepped into his room, carrying a big brown paper bag. “Okay, I won’t be long,” she said. “I’m just getting a quick trim and tidy-up. This bag has your costume in it, but first I have to ask… have you seen this?”
She held up a DVD in front of him.
“Grease? No? What’s it about?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s a brilliant musical,” she replied with a smile. “Please watch it while I’m gone, and don’t look in the bag until you’ve finished it. Trust me, it’ll all make sense then.”
Connor groaned. “Ugh, a musical?”
“Hey, it’s really good,” she shot back. “And maybe, just maybe, you’ll end up really liking the Pink Ladies.” She gave him a playful wink as she headed for the door. “We’re leaving at 7 pm sharp, so be by the front door at 6:55, capisce?”
And with that, she was gone.
While she was out, Connor did as his mum had asked. To be fair, he was pretty impressed with the movie. He kept wondering which Pink Lady she would end up dressing as. Her mentioning them earlier had put the idea in his head, though he knew she wouldn’t be bold enough to go as Sandy from the final scene. Even so, he had to admit he’d been taken aback by how hot Olivia Newton-John looked in that outfit.
He still had some time to kill, so he jumped in the shower, then spent the rest of the time gaming until it was time to get dressed.
Some time later, Sienna arrived home. Seeing her husband’s car already gone, she knew he must be at his boss’s place. She slipped quietly into the house, hoping to avoid being spotted. When she heard Connor chatting away on his headset, she breathed a sigh of relief and ducked into the bathroom. She took her time in the shower, careful not to wet her hair, then when back in her room, she laid out her clothes and started on her makeup.
Connor stood in the hallway, doing his best not to stare at his own ridiculous reflection in the mirror at the bottom of the stairs. He felt like a complete idiot, and the mirror confirmed it.
He was lucky the Danny Zuko costume actually fit him, since his dad was slimmer and not nearly as muscular. The outfit had him in tight black jeans that clearly showed the bulge of his cock, along with a white T-shirt that clung tightly to his body. A tacky black-styled wig sat on his head, topped off with a black leather jacket that had T-Birds printed across the back, and shiny black loafers on his feet.
He quickly looked away from the mirror, trying to push the embarrassing outfit out of his mind. That distraction didn’t last long because the moment he turned around, he saw his mum coming down the stairs.
Sienna Carter—he thought of her like that because he had never seen his mum dressed anything like this—slowly descended the stairs, looking insanely hot. She was wearing the full Sandy-from-the-end-of-Grease look: black leather trousers that looked painted on so tight they hugged every curve, a body-crushing off-the-shoulder Lycra top that showed off her figure, red strappy cork heels, and her leather jacket draped casually over one shoulder, the hair and makeup, and ringed earrings to match. Connor had never really noticed her as a woman before—she was just his mum, but right now he wasn’t even sure his jaw hadn’t hit the floor.
Sienna finally reached the bottom of the stairs and stood right in front of him. At 5’7” normally, the heels pushed her up to a full 6 feet, making her level with him in the most intoxicating way. Her waist was tiny and her stomach flat, showing zero trace that she’d ever carried a baby. Her shoulder-length caramel-coloured hair now fell in curls that framed her face, the rosy blush on her cheeks and the bold lipstick making her look like pure sex. Those lips looked glossy, like they were made to wrap around a cock and swallow it deep.
But Connor’s eyes kept locking onto her huge tits. He knew they were 34DD- he’d seen the tags on her bras before, but she always hid them under baggy jumpers or professional suits. This tight off-the-shoulder Lycra top barely contained them. The two heavy globes were crammed together, spilling out in a deep, mouth-watering cleavage that jiggled with every step. The fabric stretched so tight you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
She was a knockout. Plain and simple.
Connor’s cock had noticed too. It was rock hard now, throbbing at full attention, the thick bulge straining obviously against the front of his jeans.
Resting a glossy red fingernail under his chin, Connor’s mum gently tilted his head up, pulling his gaze away from her massive cannons. With a playful, husky little smile, she purred,
“Tell me about it, stud.”
Then she stepped past him toward the door, giggling as she went.
At thirty-five, she looked like she was barely in her late twenties—absolutely stunning, the kind of woman who could make any man forget she was his mum.
Connor drove his mum’s car to the venue, the two of them chatting on the way. They parked and started walking toward the entrance when she leaned in a little closer and said with a mischievous smile,
“It’s probably a good idea if you call me Sienna from now on… and I’ll call you Joe.”
He nodded in agreement, trying to play it cool.
Then Sienna let her eyes drift slowly down his body, lingering on his chest before dropping lower. “Oh, and I think those fit you very well,” she added, her voice dropping into a purr as her gaze flickered unmistakably toward the prominent bulge in his tight jeans.
Just before they stepped inside, Sienna turned serious for a moment. “Right, remember your manners, okay? Please and thank you, and please be extra nice to my boss. She’s lovely, but she takes no prisoners, so be on your very best behaviour.”
“Okay, okay,” Connor replied with a small laugh. “I’m on my best behaviour, Sienna. Promise.”
She gave him a quick nod. “Good. And her name is Rowena… Rowena Wendy. She’s South African.”
“Rowena Wendy. Got it,” he said.
With that, they pushed through the doors into the function room. The place was alive with flashing lights, loud music, and people laughing, drinking, dancing, and chatting everywhere.
Sienna took Connor by the hand and pulled him through the crowd toward the bar, smiling and saying quick hellos to a few people as they passed. She ordered a large white wine for herself and a Coke for him. They had barely taken their first sips when Rowena appeared, giving them both a warm kiss on the cheek before introducing herself properly to “Joe.” Then she was off again in a flash.
Before long, they were surrounded by Sienna’s work colleagues, all complimenting her stunning outfit and chatting with “Joe” to get to know him. The conversation came to a sudden stop when the music cut out, and Rowena stepped onto the small stage, microphone in one hand and a gin and tonic in the other.
“I’ll keep this quick,” she announced with a grin. “Two trophies are up for grabs tonight. The first one, for best costume, goes to Sienna and her husband, for their fantastic Grease outfits!”
The room erupted in cheers. Sienna clapped excitedly and jumped up and down like an eager schoolgirl, making her big tits bounce noticeably in that tight top. Connor couldn’t help but stare.
“And the second is for the best dance!” Rowena continued. “So show me your best moves. I’ll be watching! Now eat, drink, and be merry!”
The room cheered again as the music kicked back in.
With only a couple of hours left in the party and a few more glasses of wine in her system, Sienna found herself sitting at a table, watching everyone else dance. She looked a little down.
“Hey mu- I mean, Sienna… what’s up?” Connor asked, noticing her mood.
She let out a sigh. “It’s just… we won one trophy, but I really wanted the other one too. Our dancing clearly isn’t good enough compared to everyone else,” she admitted. “It’s okay though. I know it’s because you’re my son. I’ll be fine.” She took a big swig from her glass.
Connor watched as her chest rose and fell, her throat working as she swallowed. He hated seeing her like this. He loved her and wanted to make her happy. Without thinking twice, he stood up, took her by the hand, and gently pulled her to her feet.
“What are you doing?” she asked, looking surprised.
He grinned. “It’s we. And we are going to win that trophy, Sandy.”
Before she could protest, he tugged her onto the dance floor. By the time they reached the middle of it, she was smiling from ear to ear.
From that moment on, Connor danced like he was channeling John Travolta, and Sienna matched him move for move. As the songs kept playing, the touches started lingering longer. His hands slid over her hips, pulling her closer, and she didn’t pull away. Soon the grabs grew bolder, his palms cupping her arse through those tight leather trousers, squeezing firmly as he ground against her. Sienna was melting into him, her body hot and flushed from the wine and the growing heat between them.
Their eyes locked. For a second, her face showed a flash of confusion, like she knew this was wrong and needed to step back… but then the music suddenly stopped, and Rowena’s voice rang out across the room: “Winners!”
She announced Sienna and her “husband” as the best dancers. The crowd cheered as they were handed the trophy.
On the car ride home, Sienna was alive with excitement, laughing and chatting the whole way while Connor drove. As they pulled up to the house, he said, “Ah, Dad’s home,” noticing his car in the driveway. They parked beside it and saw the lounge light on. “He must be waiting up for us,” Sienna said.
But when they stepped inside, it was just a lamp left on. “He must have left it on for us,” Connor said. He headed upstairs to check on his dad and found him snoring loudly in the master bedroom. When he came back down to the lounge, Sienna was standing in the middle of the room with a glass of water in her hand, still looking stunning in her tight outfit.
She tried hard to push away the incestuous thoughts swirling in her head, desperately trying to focus on anything else. She kept telling herself she was going to sit Connor down and tell him they needed to forget all the touches and gropes on the dance floor. They would pretend none of it had ever happened.
“You know, don’t you?” he said calmly, his voice low and sure. “You know I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
Sienna looked at him, her breath shaky. She nodded slowly, unable to hide the hot rush of lust and electricity that surged through her body at his words. She wanted him so badly right now. She needed him. But it was so wrong… If only it could feel right. She tried to convince herself it was okay, but deep down she knew she didn’t care anymore. Wrong or not, she was going to let it happen.
“And you’re okay with that, Mum?” he asked.
She nodded again, her cheeks flushed and her body already aching for him.
Connor reached up and pulled the black wig off, tossing it aside. Without a word, he started stripping right there in the lounge, peeling off the leather jacket, the tight white T-shirt, and finally shoving down the black jeans along with his underwear. All of this while his dad slept in the bedroom above them.
Sienna set her glass of water down on the coffee table. She could only stand there and watch in stunned amazement as her own son revealed his strong, athletic body to her: broad shoulders, defined chest, toned abs, and that thick nine-inch cock springing free, already fully erect and pointing straight toward her.
“Fuck me, it’s huge,” Sienna marvelled.
She knelt down in front of him and wrapped her hand around his thick shaft. Connor smiled as her wedding ring glinted in the lamplight. “God, it needs two hands,” she breathed, placing her other hand below the first and starting to stroke him slowly up and down.
“How big is it?” she asked.
“Nine inches,” Connor replied, clearly enjoying the sight and feel of his mum’s soft hands working his cock.
“Connor…” she began, her throat suddenly dry even as her mouth flooded with saliva, “…you’re so much bigger than your dad. His cock is nothing compared to yours. Fuck!”
“But Mum… we might wake Dad!” Connor said with a smirk.
“You think I fucking care?” Sienna shot back, a wicked smile on her lips. “Your father can sleep soundly… and while he’s doing that, I’ll be doing this.”
Before he could say another word, Sienna leaned forward and slid her warm mouth over his thick teenage cock.
“Holy shit!” Connor gasped.
He watched in disbelief as his mum’s plump lips stretched around his swollen shaft, taking half of his nine inches in one smooth motion. “Ahhhh! Fuck yes!” he groaned, feeling her soft lips wrap tightly around his throbbing meat. His own mother was actually sucking his cock, and it felt incredible. Her tongue pressed against the underside, massaging him lovingly as she began to bob her head up and down.
“That’s it… suck my cock, Mum. Yes!” he urged.
Sienna’s eyes sparkled with lust as she worked him like a hungry slut, smoothly sliding her mouth over the top half of his shaft while her hands stroked the rest. She sucked with real hunger, like she’d been craving this for years, worshipping every inch with her lips and tongue. After a minute, she pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the head of his cock.
“Jesus…” she moaned, voice thick with lust. “This is the best fucking cock. Oh my God!”
She dipped lower and pressed her mouth to his heavy balls, licking and...
