(It should go without saying that all characters are at least 18 years of age. In this fantasy world STD’s do not exist! The main theme of this story is Mom,Son and Incest situations, so if you are threatened by that, go elsewhere or just write your nasty comments, I do enjoy reading them!)
It was the night before moving out when it finally happened. Something I had dreamed about for years, but was too ashamed to talk about…
I had always thought of my mother as attractive. She was in her late forties, and I in my early twenties. She was short, only five feet tall, with green eyes and curly blonde hair. I was pretty athletic looking, about six feet with short brown hair and some recent tattoos. I had definitely gotten a lot better looking since going to college, and my confidence was at an all-time high.
I’m not sure when I actually started becoming intimately attracted to my mother. I’d say I was 18 or 19, when I was jerking off and suddenly there it was: an image of my naked mother in my head. I was shocked at first and ashamed of thinking such a thing, and yet I felt insanely aroused, and I couldn’t help myself. I came harder than ever before, and immediately felt ashamed of what I had done and vowed to never do it again. But as the years went by, I masturbated to the thought of having my mother again and again. I couldn’t hold back. It felt so wrong, but so right at the same time. I began to have dreams at night as well of having sex with my mother. I would wake up with a raging hard on and would have to jerk off right away, and the feeling of shame came again.
As the years went by, I entered college. I used to be very close to my mother, but the distance and strange feelings I had toward her started to keep us apart. Summers would be unbearable to my desires as well, as my father would constantly be away from the house on business trips for days at a time, leaving me and my mother alone in the house. The summer after graduating college was very sad and frustrating, as I began my plans to move across the country to get on with my own life. I was now 23. Every time I would talk about leaving I could see my mother’s eyes tear up, but what could I say to her? That I was moving away to avoid the day when I couldn’t imagine having her anymore and made a mistake of trying something for real?
The day before the big move across the country my mother and I were sitting out by our pool. My dad of course was gone on business as usual. My mother was laying out in the sun tanning, her beautiful body glistening in the sun. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. I could feel myself start to get hard and quickly turned away. Suddenly my mother sat up and looked at me, starting to tear up again.
“So you’re really gonna leave me, huh?” she asked.
“Mom, stop,” I replied. “There’s nothing for me around here, you know that. I have to get on with my life.” I started to feel choked up a little bit.
“So I mean nothing to you?”
“That’s not what I mean…”
Was it an accident, or on purpose? I noticed my mother’s bikini had slipped a bit, exposing a nipple. My heart jumped in my throat as I tried to look away, but couldn’t. My mother looked down, and gasped, looking embarrassed. “Sorry honey,” she muttered, and quickly went back into the house, leaving me hard again.
Dinner that night was sort of awkward. We didn’t talk much, just watching TV and eating. I didn’t have a shirt on as usual, but I noticed my mother giving me weird glances, almost like lust. I shook my head. What was I thinking? That my own mother, a strict and God loving woman, would possibly want her own son? Disgusting.
Later that night I was sitting in my basement throwing a couple beers back. I was a little tipsy I guess, but I had to piss really bad, and quickly ran into the bathroom, not even noticing the shower was on. I looked up- and saw my mother completely naked about to get into the shower. Our eyes locked and widened and the same time.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mom,” I muttered, at the same time running my eyes down her whole body, those perky tits, the small bush above her pussy.
“Get out!” Mom screamed, and I quickly closed the door. I went back to the basement and jerked off right away, cumming in about a minute. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. And was I imagining things, or had my mother actually posed a little bit as she saw me run my eyes down her body. It couldn’t be. It had to be the alcohol talking I guess. I tried to watch some sports and forget about it, but in a couple minutes I heard the shower go off, and suddenly the basement door opened. My mother appeared, wearing nothing but a towel. I could feel my face blushing with embarrassment as my mom came over with a stern look on her face. Then her face softened.
“I’m sorry for yelling, honey,” she said.
“It’s my fault, Mom. I should have knocked or something.”
“I’ve just been so stressed lately with you leaving and everything.” Suddenly she came over and threw her arms around me, starting to cry. “Just don’t forget about me, OK?” she whispered.
I had a raging boner at this point. There my mom was, in just a towel, her hair wet, with a scent of baby powder on her as well. I don’t even know what happened next, but before I knew it, I grabbed my mother and kissed her passionately on the lips…and my mom didn’t pull away! My mind was racing. Was this really happening? Me and my mother were making out on the couch! I became bolder and let my instincts take over. I gently moved down and started kissing my mother’s neck, and I heard a slight moan. Then suddenly she gasped and pulled away.
“Oh, my god! What are we doing?” she exclaimed, her towel slipping, exposing a nipple again.
I was paralyzed. “Uh, I don’t know…I’m drunk…I wasn’t thinking…”
“This is wrong!” My mother was unsure what to do next, run away or cry, or both.
My brain snapped back into action. I didn’t care. I saw the look in my mother’s eyes. The same look at dinner. She didn’t want it to end.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, and grabbed my mom again. I was right. She didn’t try to pull away this time. Her towel fell away, and she crawled her wet, naked body on top of me. It was really happening. All the dreams and jerking off and longing had come down to this moment. It was all or nothing.
I had never been this turned on in my life. My mom and I began kissing hardcore, as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. My hands reached down and grabbed her naked ass, and I squeezed. I started kissing her neck and down to her breasts. She gasped in pleasure. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered as she yanked my hair. There was no time for words, only action.
I began sucking on her titties, biting ever so softly as my mother began grinding her pussy on my leg. I couldn’t tell if she was still wet from the shower or if it was wetness from her dripping pussy. I shifted her down onto the couch and I got on top of her.
“Hun, maybe this is too much,” she gasped as I began kissing down toward her beautiful pussy. Her eyes closed and she moaned as I began sucking and teasing her pussy, slipping two fingers into her hole.
“Oh my fucking God!” she exclaimed. I had never heard her curse like that before. I couldn’t take it anymore, I could almost feel the pre-cum already. I slipped my shorts and boxers off and spread my mother’s legs apart.
“This is too far,” Mom said, gasping breathlessly.
“Not yet,” I said, and slid my cock inside. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I began to fuck her, slowly at first, kissing her neck and breasts. Then I let go, fucking as hard as I could. We were both moaning and clawing. I had never seen my mother so raw, so alive.
“I’m gonna come,” she managed to get out, as she clawed her fingernails into my back. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“I fucking love you Mom!” I shouted as I withdrew my cock and exploded my cum all over her breasts. I fell on top of her, and we both lay there gasping for a couple minutes.
I couldn’t believe it had just happened. After about ten minutes, we sat up, still panting.
“Oh my God that was wrong,” my Mom whispered. “But it was fucking incredible.”
She got up and started to go back upstairs. “You need a shower?” she asked back to me, smiling.
“Definitely,” I said, still soaked with sweat. I went upstairs and got into the shower with my mom. We kissed and hugged under the running water, and I slipped my fingers gently into her pussy again. Her breath was hot in my ear as she had another orgasm, grabbing my throbbing cock and jerking it off as well.
“Are you sure you’re still leaving me tomorrow?” she whispered. “Your dad has a week-long business trip coming in 2 weeks.” I looked at her and smiled, and we kissed passionately again.
“Maybe I can put my trip on hold for a while…”
THE END