I Love my Son More than I Should
A longtime coming, a loving mother finally has incestuous sex with her adult son.
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Now, this is important. Before you read this, take out the photos that you have of your mother. Take out the photos of her in the kitchen making pasta, the photos of her driving her car, and the photos of her in her asleep in her bedroom.
Don’t forget the photos that you took with your cellphone. The photos of her bathing, the photos of her dressing, and the photos of her undressing. If you have them, take out the photos of her in her bra and panties, of her topless, and again, if you have them, the photos of her naked.
Now, take out the good photos, the really good photos, the X-rated photos of your mother. You know the ones. Take out the photos that you masturbate over and the photos that you’ve already shared with your friends.
Take out the photos of her having sex with your father. Take out the photos that you stealthily snuck of her on her knees while sucking her neighbor’s cock. Take out the photos of that you took when you hid behind a tree across the street from your house. Take out the photos of her undressing by her bedroom window with the bedroom light on and the shades not drawn.
“And here is a photo of my mother naked,” said Kyle staring down at the photo. “I just love her big tits, don’t you,” asked Kyle of his friends, Jim, Anthony, and Mark while holding the naked photo of his mother with pride. “Now, during a drunken, Saturday night party with the neighbors, here is a video of my mother giving our neighbor a blowjob and him cumming in her mouth. This is another video of him giving her a cum bath, and cumming all over her face.”
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With her exposing herself to the pool man, the landscapers, and to the backyard neighbors, take out the photos of her topless while sunning in the backyard that you took from your bedroom window. Look how big her nipples are from lying out in the hot sun. Wouldn’t you love to feel and fondle your mother’s tits while pulling, turning, twisting, and sucking her erect nipples? While she’s lying there topless unembarrassed and unashamed, wouldn’t you love to put your erect prick in her mouth and hump her mouth while fucking her face?
“Mom, if you don’t mind, suck my cock. Blow me while I fondle your big breasts. Stroke me harder and stroke me faster, I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,” said Kyle to his topless mother.
Now, take out the photos of your mother swimming naked in the pool when she thought you weren’t home and you were spying on her from the backdoor. For a 59-year-old woman who doesn’t look her age and looks ten years younger, she takes your breath away, doesn’t she? Isn’t she lovely?
When she’s on her back doing the backstroke, you can clearly see her naked, trimmed, dirty blonde pussy. Be honest. Tell the truth. While touching her and feeling her everywhere through her itty, bitty bikini, wouldn’t you love to play Marco Polo with your MILF of a mother?
“Marco,” called Kyle with his eyes closed and his outstretched arms sticking straight out and ready to feel his mother’s big, bikini top breasts.
Not wanting him to catch her, playing hard to get, while sexually teasing him, Ann swam away from her son.
“Polo,” answer his mother from a distance before submerging herself under the water.
Finally finding her, the first thing that Kyle did, he touched and felt his mother’s breasts through her bikini top. Holding her tight in his arms, he spun her around in the water and cupped both of her D cup breasts in his big hands. Then, when feeling her nipples, emerging, he fingered her nipples.
He was so tempted to lift her bikini top to expose her naked breasts but he didn’t dare. Temporarily not stopping him, she allowed him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big, bikini top breasts. Then, playing hard to get again, when she tried swimming away, he grabbed her by the back of her bikini bottoms.
He tucked his horny hand inside the waistband of her bikini bottom. With her continuing to swim away from him, he pulled at the back of her bikini bottoms down to expose her white, naked ass and the back of her naked pussy as she swam away. If it wasn’t enough that he felt and fondled his mother’s bikini clad breasts, he saw his mother’s naked ass and the back of her naked pussy.
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Her turn to find him, hoping to give her an erotic surprise, he removed his cock from his bathing suit. Then, turning his back to his mother, he stroked himself until her had a big, hard erection. Instead of swimming away from her, allowing her to quickly find him, he knew the first thing that she’d touch was his hard, erect prick. Clearly, like mother like son, his mother liked touching his naked cock as much as he loved feeling her naked tits.
“Marco,” said Ann with her eyes closed and her hands positioned beneath the water while ready to touch something hard and feel something big.
“Polo,” said Kyle while ready for his mother to take his stiff prick in her soft, warm hand.
Not having to force her to hold his still prick in her motherly hand, she led him around the pool by his cock. Now allowing this opportunity to pass him by, he reached around her and lifted her bikini top to her shoulders. When, she tried pulling her top down to save her modesty, he removed her bikini top. Now, with his mother having her wicked, sexual way with his naked prick he had his wicked, sexual way with his mother’s naked tits.
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Now that I have your attention, take out the photos of your mother sitting across from you with her knees parted just enough for her to flash you her bright, white bikini panties in up-skirt peeks. Take out the photos of her flashing you her low-cut bra and her long, sexy line of cleavage in down-blouse views. Take out the photos that you took with your cellphone of her parading around the house in her bra and panties or in her short, sheer, and sexy, low-cut nightgowns, again, when she pretended that she didn’t know you were home.
Now wait until she goes to work when you’re alone, then, search through her lingerie drawer for more sexy photos. Take out photos of your mother’s tits when she was topless and more photos that your mother has hidden of her naked. Take out photos of her naked ass and her naked pussy when you spied on her and photographed her with your cellphone of her dressing or undressing from behind your car in the driveway.
Are you ready to read this? Are you ready to masturbate yourself? Grab a box of tissues and a bottle of gel. Are you ready to cum while imagining your mother in her sexy lingerie, in her sheer nightgown, topless, and/or naked? Move closer to your computer screen. Now, this is important and I don’t want anyone else looking over your shoulder to read what I’ve written.
All mothers, especially your mother, and especially the fat, ugly, horny and sexually frustrated mothers, are all incestuous whores. Did you know that? All mothers, especially your mother, are sexually attracted to their sons. I dare say, if given the chance, they’d have sex with their sons and, indeed, your mother would have incestuous sex with you.
Still don’t believe me? Think about it. Why are you reading these erotic stories? You’re horny. You want to masturbate. You need to cum. Well, guess what? Your mother reads these stories, too. She’s horny, too. She masturbates, too. She needs to cum, too.
Think about it because it all makes sense. With her responsible for you being alive, if you’re horny, then, your mother is horny, too. If you want to flash your erect prick to your mother, then, she wants to flash her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy to her son, too. If you want to masturbate yourself, then, your mother wants to masturbate herself, too. We’re all only human. If you want to have sex with your mother, then, she wants to have sex with you, too.
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“Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck me,” said Kyle humping his mother harder and faster. “Then, after you fuck me, I need you to blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,” said her son while sliding a slow finger across her red, full lips. She took his finger in her mouth and, sexually teasing him, sucked his finger as if she was sucking his cock.
Still don’t believe me that your mother is an incestuous whore? Then, let’s put your mother to the dick test, shall we? While your mother is having her morning coffee and reading her newspaper, walk in the kitchen while wearing pajama bottoms without underwear. Now, before your mother looks up from her newspaper to look at you, remove your flaccid cock from your pajama pee hole and allow it to dangle in front of her eyes. That’s right. I dare you, no I double dare you, to expose your flaccid, naked prick to your mother.
Curious what she’d do when spotting your naked prick, her reaction to her seeing your naked cock would be telling. Acting as if you’re unaware that your flaccid dick is exposed, walk closer to your mother while offering her more coffee and a donut, a crème filled cruller, perhaps. Giving her a good look of your naked prick, get closer to your mother and lean over her while pouring her coffee. Now, with your exposed prick nearly touching the side of her face, your cock is within reach of her horny hand and/or her hungry mouth.
Now, what she does in the next few minutes is critically crucial in judging what kind of incestuous whore your mother is. Does she look at your dangling prick? Does she stare at your dangling prick? Does she leer at your dangling prick? Or does she look away in embarrassment, disgust, and shame? Or encouraging you to do more, does she reach out and poke your prick with her manicured fingertips and/or does she wrap her long fingers around your cock and hold you in her soft, warm hand.
“Oh, Kyle. You’ve grown into such a fine, young man. You make mommy so proud,” said your mother while slowly stroking your cock and looking up at you before taking you in her mouth to suck you. “My favorite desert, I’d love to have a crème filled cruller,” she said with a dirty laugh while continuing to stroke your cock and suck your cock.
Don’t be shy. This is your chance. With your mother not shy about holding, stroking your cock, and sucking your cock, stick your horny hand down inside of your mother’s nightgown. She wants you to touch her naked tits and feel her naked tits. She wants you to pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples.
Not stopping there, she wants to show you her naked breasts but she’s unable to do so until you make the first move. She needs you to make the first move so that she doesn’t feel like an incestuous whore, even though she surely is. Remove her nightgown straps, reach your horny hand inside, and pull out your mother’s huge, D cup breasts.
“I love your big tits, Mom. You have such shapely breasts,” said Kyle while leaning down to suck his mother’s tits as she continued stroking his prick.
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A telling sign, the incestuous whores that mothers are would not only allow their sons to kiss them but also French kiss them, while touching them and feeling them everywhere through their clothes. They’d never allow their sons to strip them naked and masturbate them while fingering, licking, and eating their pussies if, indeed, they weren’t whores, incestuous whore. They’d never make love to them before fucking them.
Not stopping there, God forbid, they’d never stroke their sons’ cocks. If mothers weren’t whores, they’d never suck their sons’ cocks. They’d never allow their sons to cum in their mouths, all over their faces, and across their naked breasts. Allowing them to cum in their pussies, they’d never make love to their sons and fuck their sons’ cocks, too.
“I love you, Mommy,” said Kyle to his mother, Ann, when he had his big, erect dick buried deep in her mouth. “I especially love your big tits,” said Kyle while squeezing his mother breasts and fingering her erect nipples.
With a heavy hand behind his mother’s pretty, dirty, blonde head, Kyle shot a load of cum in his mother’s mouth. Then, as soon as she removed his prick from her mouth, relieving the pressure of her sucking him, he exploded a second load of cum all over her face and across her naked breasts. After licking herself clean, while laughing from receiving a cum bath from her son, she responded in kind as soon as she swallowed all that he gave her.
“I love you, too, Kyle. I especially love your big prick,” she said. “Making me feel loved and sexually desirable, I love sucking your cock. I love blowing you. I love it when you cum in my mouth and all over my face.”
Unable to help myself, unable to control myself, having become a sexual whore for my son’s prick, I’m lost within the lunacy of incestuous sex. A lonely and vulnerable mother, Ann, dared herself to do the forbidden by having incestuous sex with her son, Kyle. Encouraged by her best friend, Marsha, she’s determined to have sex with her son.
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This story is a true mother’s confession as told to me by Ann to write about her son Kyle. All this is true, totally true. Not even the names have been changed to protect their identities. If you know a mother named, Ann, who has a son named, Kyle, they could be the mother and son in this story. Yet, any mother, since all mothers are deemed incestuous whores, especially mothers who have adult sons, and especially your mother, could be guilty of having sex with their sons behind closed, bedroom doors.
“I’m embarrassed and ashamed of my lustful desire for my son,” said Ann to her best friend, Marsha, over the phone. “It’s not right. It’s not normal. It’s immoral. I shouldn’t be sexually lusting over my son. I’m his mother,” she said. Then, she paused as if talking to herself and said in a soft voice. “I’m nothing but a nasty, cocksucking whore. What’s wrong with me to want to have sex with my son?”
The only friend that she could talk to and confide in because she went through the same sexual attraction with her son, Marty, and had sex with him last year, Marsha encouraged Ann to have sex with Kyle.
“What’s the big deal, Ann,” asked Marsha seemingly with a shrug? “Granted it’s incestuous sex, but it’s just sex. Trust me, the best sex of your life, if you’re going to have sex with anyone, instead of blowing your next-door neighbor, you should have incestuous sex with your son,” said Marsha.
Marsha paused while waiting for Ann to respond and when she didn’t, she continued.
“Be honest. Tell me the truth. I bet you’d love to suck Kyle’s cock. I bet you’d love him to cum in your mouth and all over your face after he ate your pussy. I know that I would,” said Marsha. “He’s a hunk. He’s a real man, a man’s man, a manly man, and a macho man, he’s so hot.”
Ann continued remaining silent while thinking of what Marsha had just said. Unable to help herself, she thought of Kyle naked. She thought of her son’s big, erect, naked cock. She thought of herself naked with her son. She thought of her son fingering her warm, wet pussy and her erect nipples. She thought about stroking her son, sucking her son, and fucking her son. She thought of him cumming in her mouth and all over her face.
“Should he kiss me, part my lips with his tongue and stick his tongue in deep in my mouth, I’m wicked enough to return his kiss with my deep, wet kiss,” she said.
She swooned over the thought of Kyle kissing her and her kissing him.
“To be honest. I’m ready to make out with him. If he’d dared to kiss me, I’d return his kisses with my kisses,” she said closing her eyes. Then, popping open her eyes, she imagined the worst that her son may think of her. “So that he doesn’t think me a perverted, old whore, needing to know if we’re on the same page sexually, you may not agree with me, Marsha but I need him to make the first move.”
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As if thinking about having sex with her son, she paused again before continuing her phone incestuous, confession, conversation with Marsha.
“The last thing that I want to do is to pressure him, coerce him, and encourage him to have sex with me, said his sexually, frustrated mother. “That would be so wrong. That would be so nasty. Him having sex with me needs to be his decision and not mine. He needs to be the one who takes me. He needs to be the one who pushes me back on my bed, strips me naked, and fucks me hard and fast enough for me to have a sexual orgasm with his cock.”
Ann paused while still swooning over imagining Kyle kissing her, French kissing her, taking her, stripping her naked, and fucking her. Yet, nothing more than her sexual fantasy, Kyle never did much more than stare at his mother whenever she was in the mood to sexually tease him and sexually entice him by flashing him. Whenever she flashed him her white, bikini panties in up-skirt peeks, her naked pussy in up-nightgown peeks, her bra and sexy long, line of sexy cleavage in down-blouse views, or her naked breasts in down-nightgown views, all he did was stare, leer, and ogle her.
While wishing that he would, he never acted on her flashing him. Not daring to sexually molest his mother, he never reached out to touch her breast through her blouse and bra. He never reached out his horny hand to feel her skirt and panty clad ass.
Unlike other men who are always hitting on her and groping her, with her constantly and continually flashing him her panties, he never dared to cup her pussy through her panties while sliding a slow finger along her pussy slit. With her continually flashing him, he never dared to take her up on her sexual suggestions that they have sex. Wishing he’d do more and make the first sexual move on his mother, all he ever did was look and stare.
“Should he touch me, feel me through my clothes while making out with me, and dare to undress me while stripping me naked, unable to resist, putty in his big hands, I’d be too weak to say no. Wishing that he’d take me and strip me naked, I’m quivering by the mere thought of us naked and him having sex with my naked body. I’m wet by the mere thought of him having a hard, throbbing erection for me,” she said. “I can’t wait for him to stick his cock in my mouth and in my pussy.”
Yet, again, her favorite, sexual fantasy to imagine, she sexually fantasized over her son stripping her naked, pushing her back on her bed, and taking her.
“Seemingly, whatever he wanted to do to my sexy and shapely, naked body is fine with me. I’d have no problem being his nasty bitch,” said Ann to Marsha with a dirty laugh. “Having already been a wicked whore for many men, I’d love to be my son’s whore.”
She paused again while imagining herself naked and having sex with her son.
“Without doing anything but to imagine him having sex with me, I already feel like such a whore, an incestuous whore to not only sexually want my son but also, to willingly and consensually want to allow him to have sex with my naked body. What’s wrong with me,” asked Ann of her friend?
When Marsha didn’t answer, Ann continued.
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“What kind of mother yearns to sexually give herself to her son? With one no better than the other, what kind of son can’t wait to have sex with his mother? Are we both perverted?”
Marsha laughed loudly over the phone.
“Just as every mother consciously or sub-consciously wants to have sex with her son, every son consciously or sub-consciously wants to have sex with his mother. Other than you being horny and lonely, there’s nothing wrong with you,” said her friend.
Marsha paused as if she was sexually fantasizing of having sex with Kyle.
“To be honest, if Kyle was my son, I’d be trying to sexually seduce him, too. If he was my son, I’d sexually and unmercifully tease him by continuing to flash him my semi-naked and naked body,” she said with a dirty laugh. “If he was my son, not caring if he thought me a whore, I’d be making the first move. I’d be stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him. I’d be the one stripping him naked, pushing him back on the bed, and mounting him,” said Marsha with a sexual aroused laugh.
Then, as if she was horny and, in the mood, to expand on all that she’d do if Kyle was her son, Marsha added sexual details.
“If Kyle was my son, I’d flash him my panties in up-skirt peaks and my deep line of sexy cleavage in down-blouse views. I’d flash him my naked pussy in up-nightgown peaks and my naked tits in down-nightgown views. I’d kiss him, French kiss him, while allowing him to touch me and feel me through my clothes. I’d make out with him. I’d allow him to finger me, masturbate me, eat me, make love to me, and fuck me,” said Marsha with a sexy laugh of all that she’d do with Kyle if he was her son.
A bad, sexual influence on Ann, Marsha encouraged her and told her that there was nothing wrong with flashing her son and sexually seducing him. There was a long pause in their conversation as if Ann was thinking about flashing Kyle her panties, her cleavage, her naked pussy, and her naked tits. Yet, instead of voicing what she was going to do, she continued to remain silent as if she was thinking about Kyle having sex with her.
No secret there, every time she thought of Kyle, she became horny. Every time she thought of her son, she thought of having sex with him and him having sex with her. As much as she’d love him to cum in her pussy, she’d love him to cum in her mouth and all over her face, too.
“If he was my son, after dinner and after a few drinks, while watching a movie, I’d stroke him, suck him, and fuck him,” encouraged Marsha and daring Ann to have sex with her son.
Yet, even though she thought about having sex with her son, even though she thought of masturbating him and him masturbating her, eating her, making love to her, and fucking her, she’d never have sex with her son. She couldn’t. She just wouldn’t.
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“Already going too far in our mother and son relationship by encouraging him to sexually seduce me, it’s my fault that I turned our relationship from a loving family one to a romantic, sexual one,” said Ann. “To be honest, I’d not only allow him to kiss me but also, I’d allow him to French kiss me. I’d not only allow him to part my lips with his tongue but also not stopping him from making out with me, I returned his French kiss with my deep, wet kiss,” she said while imagining her son French kissing her.
She paused again as if imagining Kyle kissing her, French kissing her.
“With me feeling like such a slut and not caring, I’d allow him to make out with me while touching me and feeling me everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother through her clothes,” she said feeling her breasts through her clothes as if her hand were her son’s hand.
She lifted her short skirt and stuck her hand between her legs. Tracing her pussy slit with her finger, she fingered her pussy through her panties. Then, pushing her panties aside, she inserted her manicured index finger in her pussy.
She masturbated herself while talking to her friend on the phone. Something that a man would do, not missing a step in her phone conversation, she fingerfucked her pussy while rubbing her clit. While imagining having sex with her son, something she’d never confess to anyone else, she continued her incestuous, sexual confession to her friend, Marsha.
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“Oh, my God, ready to submit to him, if ever he touched me in a sexually forbidden way, he’d sexually arouse me with his touches and his kisses. He’d make me so horny, horny enough to want more, and to make me want to fuck him,” she said while playing through her mind all that she imagined happening.
Clearly sexual aroused, she was breathless on the phone talking to her friend.
“If him kissing me, French kissing me, making out with me and feeling me through my clothes wasn’t enough, I’d allowed my son to undress me. I’d allowed him to ever so slowly strip me naked. Shocking even myself, I’d allowed him to not only see my naked body but also touch and feel my naked body,” said Ann while touching and feeling herself through her clothes again.
She continued feeling and fondling her big breasts through her blouse while fingering her erect nipples through her bra.
“If only he’d make the first move, I’d allow him to touch, feel, and fondle my naked breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples. I’d allow him to rub my clit while fingerfucking my pussy. I’d allow my son to masturbate me, his mother,” she confessed. “I’d allow him to watch me and hear me cum.”
Then, having second thoughts, denying her sexual feelings for her son, she went from one extreme to the other extreme.
“Yet, I’m such a dirty whore. I’m a shameless disgrace. How dare I want to have sex with my son? What’s wrong with me to want my son to not only see me naked, touch and feel my naked body but also to masturbate me,” said Ann. “I’m such an incestuous slut.”
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Oh, the shame of wanting to have incestuous sex with my son, how can I do that? Should we decide to have sex, such an emotionally traumatic thing to do, remembering every day, multiple times a day, every touch and every feel, how can I live with that? How dare I even think of being such an incestuous whore? What’s wrong with me for having the forbidden thoughts of taking sexual advantage of my adult son,” she asked her mostly rhetorical questions of herself and no one else?
Berating herself, with her having no other sounding board other than talking to her friend, Marsha, clearly, Ann was feeling guilty about her forbidden, sexual thoughts of having sex with Kyle.
“This is my son and not some man that I picked up at a bar, allowed him to take me home, and invited him inside to fuck me. Should he ever marry, how would I face his wife, his mother-in-law, and my grandchildren? I’d be embarrassed for them to find out that I sucked my son and fucked my son. I’d be embarrassed for them to know that I allowed him to cum in my mouth and in my pussy,” she said.
She paused to remember her history of sexual abuse. Never just one abuser, she had eight abusers. Her piano teacher, her uncle, her cousin, her four, much older brothers, and her violently abusive, ex-husband.
Not caring that she was an 18-year-old virgin, they all raped her. They all striped her naked. They all forced her to stroke them, suck them, and fuck them.
“In hindsight, thinking about my checkered past, maybe, it’s all not my fault,” she said to Marsha while pausing to remember what sexually happened to her so very long ago. “Because I was sexually abused, too, sometimes difficult to differentiate one from the other, maybe I’m the victim and not the abuser. Perhaps, with me unable to say no, I’m an innocent pawn in my son’s sexual seduction of me.
Ann paused to remember all the men who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Ripping off her clothes, she paused to remember all the men who stripped her naked. She paused to remember all the men who mounted her and/or took her from behind. She paused to remember all the men who raped her. She paused to remember all the men who forced their erect pricks in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. Painful to remember, she paused to remember all the men who forced her to stroke their cocks, suck their cocks, and fuck their cocks.
“Perhaps, him having sex with me is just a continuation of my sexual, abuse cycle. Taken advantage of no less than eight times by eight different men, continuing in my role as a victim, maybe, my son is the abuser and I’m his victim. Maybe, with me always so nice and vulnerable, maybe I’m doomed to always be the victim.”
Ann thought more about her being the victim rather than her being the abuser.
“Yet, I wonder what’s wrong with him. When Kyle could have any girl that he sexually wanted, why would he want to have sex with his mother? Why would my 30-year-old son want to have sex with his 59-year-old mother? That makes no sense to me at all,” said Ann. “Why wouldn’t my son want to have sex with a woman his own age?”
She paused as if thinking of her son being a sexual abuser. She paused as if trying to answer her own rhetorical questions. After his father died, with her catering to him and spoiling him, it would make sense that she’d spawn another, sexual abuser.
“Yet, making no sense to me, why would my son want to strip me naked? Why would he want to make love to me and then fuck me? Why would he want to finger my pussy and lick my pussy? Why would he want me to stroke him, suck him, and cum in my mouth while blowing him? What’s wrong with him to sexually seduce me? What’s wrong with my son to want to have sex with his mother?”
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I Love My Son More Than I Should the Ending
Something that goes without saying and something that was expected of me as a mother, I’ve always loved my son, Kyle, in the way that a mother should love her son. With that said and with him my only child, doting on him and coddling him, I admit that I spoiled him, especially after his father, my husband, died in a traffic accident. Unable to help myself, reminding me so much of him, he looked so very much like his father.
With his father’s body buried in the ground, I allowed him to sleep in my bed since the time he turned 20-years-old and I was 49-years-old. Thinking that he’d behave himself and stay on his side of the bed, he didn’t. I keenly remember him taking sexual advantage of me nearly every night while I was sleeping. Wishing he’d take sexual advantage of me while I was awake, he never did.
With me never wearing panties to bed, waiting until I was sleeping, he’d lift the back of my short nightgown over my naked ass. Then, spooning me, he’d grind his erect cock against my ass and against my pussy. With me as horny as I was sexually frustrated from not having had sex in a while, it didn’t take long for me to be wet, soaking wet.
When he thought that I wouldn’t awaken, taking sexual advantage of his mother’s cunt, he slipped his prick inside of my warm, wet pussy. Instead of fucking me, he made love to me. Not wanting to awaken me, instead of humping fast and hard, he humped me slow and easy. He buried the full length of his 9″ cock deep inside of me while fondling my breasts and fingering my nipples through my sheer nightgown.
Again, waiting until I was sleeping or, in my case, pretending to be asleep, he’d move up the bed until his cock was level with my mouth. Enticing me to part my lips and open my mouth, he’d slowly slide his erect cock along my red, full lips. Then, inserting himself inside my mouth, he’d force me to suck him. My son would force me to blow him.
Delicate with his humps, the last thing that he wanted to do was to awaken me. Taking him in my mouth, I pretended that I was sleeping while I licked his cock and sucked his prick. It didn’t take him long to cum and when he did, he ejaculated his cum in my mouth. Destroying the evidence that he forced me to blow him, I swallowed his cum.
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Without having all the rough edges, he looked like a younger version, albeit a kinder and sexier version of his father. He was a much better and gentler lover than my husband. It’s like my son kept all the good qualities about my husband and got rid of the bad ones. Yet, what he had that my husband didn’t have was a big cock. He was blessed with a full 9″ appendage. I saw it in full bloom whenever I caught him masturbating and whenever he stuck that monster in my mouth while I was sleeping, or pretending to be asleep.
Carrying up his laundry and opening his bedroom door without knocking, while hoping to catch him masturbating and see his erect prick again, with his eyes closed and headphones on, I stayed to watch him cumming. With him not knowing that I was there watching him playing with himself, at the very least, seeing his erect prick and him cumming gave me more to masturbate over later. I only wished he was cumming on me and/or inside of me.
‘Who knew my son is so well endowed? My God, Kyle has such a big cock,’ I thought to myself while staring at his exposed prick longer than I should have stared as his mother. Never knowing that I preferred a man with a big prick, I loved my son enormous cock.
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Yet, now that he’s older, thirty-years-old, and still living at home, I look at him differently. I no longer look at him as I did when he was a boy. I look at him as if he’s a man, my man. I look at him sexily. Sexually attracted to him, unashamed and unembarrassed to admit my sexual attraction to my son, I look at him more as a sexual partner and as a lover than as my son. Every time I see his erection bulging out his jeans, he makes my nipples hard and my pussy wet.
Unable to quell my incestuous thoughts and/or extinguish my sexual desires, so wrong for a mother to do, I go to bed dreaming of him naked and him having sex with me. Nonetheless, my second thoughts, I finally took Marsha’s advice to have awake sex with my son. On the surface, you may think me an incestuous whore but there’s more to my sexual attraction to my son than that.
I’m unashamed and unembarrassed that I dream of stroking my son’s cock, sucking my son’s cock, and fucking my son’s cock. Yet, the bottom line, I love my son and would do anything for him, even have incestuous sex with him while I’m awake or while I’m sleeping. Something that I have no control over, I awaken horny for him and for the physical touch of him. If only he’d make the first move, I’d make all the rest of the sexual moves.
While waiting for him to make the first, sexual move, if he showed any sexual interest in me at all, I’d be all over him. I’d sexually seduce him. Something that I yearned to do since his father died years ago, I’d stroke him, suck him, make love to him, and fuck him. As if born again, I’d bathe myself in his cum. Yet, with him still sleeping in my bed, sleeping sex is better than no sex.
Sexually teasing him, yet, as far as I’m willing to go, I wear my sexiest nightgowns in front of him without having the modesty to wear a robe over them. Having tested it in my full-length mirror, I know that he can clearly see my naked ass, my naked tits, and even my naked pussy, and usually, that’s enough for me. Again, while sexually teasing him as if I’m Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, I flash him up-skirt peeks of my panties and down-blouse views of my long, sexy line of cleavage and my big, naked breasts.
While knowing that he’s there watching me, and fingering the head of his growing erection through his pants or pajama bottoms, I pretend that I don’t know he’s there watching me dress and undress. Hoping that he’d step in my room and touch me and feel me, I routinely dress and undress in front of him with my bedroom door wide open. Giving him plenty of sexual fodder to see and to masturbate over, while hoping he’d see and regret all that he’s missing, I wanted him to see me with my clothes. I wanted him to see me topless and naked.
Hoping that he’d take a peek, under the excuse that it was too hot and too steamy with the bathroom door closed, I leave the bathroom door open enough for him to see me showering and bathing naked. If he dared enter the bathroom while I was in the bathtub to ask if I wanted him to wash my back, I’d have him wash more than my back. I’d have him wash my dirty tits. I’d have him scrub my filthy pussy. I’d have him wash my naked, shapely ass. I’d have him wash me everywhere as I sucked his cock while sitting in the bathtub.
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Later that night, before we retired for bed and had sleeping sex, while sitting together on the sofa and drinking wine, curious to see what he’d do, I leaned into his shoulder and cuddled with him while watching a movie. Pretending that I was inebriated after consuming two glasses of wine, I moved my hand to bulge of his pajama clad prick and left it there. Immediately, his cock throbbed and pulsated beneath the warmth of my motherly hand while continuing to grow significantly bigger and harder. Not taking very long, while hoping his cock would burst out of his pajama pee hole, he was getting quite the erection.
Hoping that he’d return the sexual favor of me touching him with him touching me, I hoped that he’d put his arm around me with his hand and fingers in contact with the side of my nightgown clad, naked breast. I so wanted him to touch, feel, and fondle my breasts through my nightgown. With me leaning forward to get my wine, I flashed him my naked tits down my opened nightgown top. Waiting for him to take me, I wished he’d stick his hand inside and pull, turn, and twist my nipples.
Not stopping there, masturbating me, I’d love him to suck my nipples while fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. Not wanting to be too obvious in my wicked, sexual intentions, I covered my lap with a throw blanket. Only, when covering my lap with the throw blanket, I made sure that as I put the blanket across my lap that I raised the hem of my nightgown all the way to my waist. Then, when I got up to go in the kitchen or to the bathroom, I’d deliberately flash him my naked ass and my waxed, bald, naked pussy.
Hopefully, while cuddling beside me, he’d discover that my naked pussy was exposed when he put his hand on my upper thigh. Hoping he’d move his hand higher, my sexual fantasy coming true, I imagined him rubbing my clit while fingerfucking my pussy. I imagined him feeling and fondling my big breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting my nipples. I imagined myself cumming while screaming out his name.
‘Kyle. Kyle. Don’t stop. Mommy is cumming. Mommy is cumming. Rub my clit harder. Fingerfuck my pussy deeper. Squeeze my tits while fingering my nipples,’ I imagine saying when he finally got around to masturbating me. ‘I’m cumming, Kyle. I’m cumming.’
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Only, with him thinking that I was drunk from drinking two glasses of wine, when he lifted the back of my nightgown to expose my naked as in bed, instead of gently making love to me, he fucked. He rammed his prick in my cunt. Humping me harder and humping me faster, Kyle was finally giving me what I wanted.
Taking me by taking what he wanted, he continued slamming his cock inside of me. Then, turning me around, he mounted me and made love to me while making out with me. Finally, he pushed on my shoulders for me to move down the bed. Then, sticking his prick in my mouth, he forced me to blow him. This time, holding my head with two hands, he humped my mouth and fucked my face.
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Sometimes, when I’m really horny and/or sexually frustrated, in the same way that he’s allowed me to catch him masturbating, I allowed him to catch me masturbating, too. I allowed him to watch me fondling my big, naked tits and finger my erect nipples. With my eyes closed and the hum of my vibrator masking whatever noises there are in the background, I pretended that I didn’t hear him enter my bedroom without knocking and that I didn’t know that he was in my bedroom while watching me masturbating myself.
The true incestuous whore that I am, I allowed him to hear me and watch me cum. Only, wanting so much, sexually more, he needed to make the first move. He needed to take the sexual control. He needed to sexually seduce his mother. He needed to strip off my nightgown and stick his erect cock in my mouth before sticking his stiff prick in my pussy.
Hoping to entice him to masturbate me, I decided to take my sexual teasing to an extreme. When I knew he was there in my bedroom watching me playing with myself and pleasuring myself, my way to let him know that I was masturbating over him, I added specific, sexual dialogue to my masturbation sessions. Honestly, if this didn’t get him to have sex with me and fuck me, I don’t know what would.
‘Oh, the games we play for sex,’ I thought while grateful for our sexual games. ‘With us not wanting the other to know that we were having sex, we both continued to pretend that we weren’t sexually intimate when we were. Never talking about it or discussing it, he continued fucking me and I continued I sucking him.’
“Oh, Kyle. I wish I could see you naked,” I said while continuing to masturbate myself. I wish I could see your erect prick. I wish I could stroke you, suck you, make love to you, and fuck you fast and hard enough to give me a sexual orgasm with your cock,” I said while continuing to pretend that I was alone.
Knowing this would get him going, I said the magic, sexual words.
“I need you to cum in my mouth. I need you to cum all over my face. I need you to give Mommy a cum bath. I need you to cum in my pussy,” while hoping that he’d ejaculate his load in my mouth and all over my face.
With my eyes still closed, I listened to the silence of him motionlessly standing there in my room watching me masturbating. Then, sexually arousing me, as if the sound of his zipper echoed through my bedroom, I clearly heard him unzip himself and pull out his cock. I knew he was in my room slowly stroking himself while watching me fondle my big, naked breasts, finger my erect nipples, rub my swollen clit, and fingerfuck my wet pussy. If only he’d step over to me and make his presence known by touching me, I’d suck his cock and allow him to cum in my mouth.
Tired of waiting for him to make his sexual move, and tired of playing this pretend and sleeping game of sex, I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. I moved to him to him while I was still on my knees. I took his hard erect cock in my hand and stroked before I took his stiff prick in my mouth and sucked him. With him not stopping me, allowing me to have my wicked, sexual way with his big prick, I continued sucking his cock while stroking his cock. A long time coming, I couldn’t believe that I was finally blowing my son.
Then, finally taking sexual control, he lifted me up and kissed me, French kissed me. He carried me over to my bed and as if I was a pile of dirty laundry, he tossed me on my mattress. As if his clothes were on fire, he removed his t-shit, his sneakers, and his pants. He was naked. Then, mounting me, he was all over my big tits while kissing me.
I spread open my legs and inserted the head of swollen cock in my pussy. As if I was on fire, I felt his big dick slide into my wet, warm pussy. My son was making love to me. Then, humping me harder and humping me faster, Kyle was fucking me. He was finally fucking his mother.
We had sexual intercourse every morning and making sure that he got a good night’s sleep after a hard day at work, I sucked him and allowed him to cum in my mouth every night. We were incestuous lovers for the next five years until he found someone to marry and I found someone to share the rest of my life with, too. Our little, dirty secret, we kept our incestuous affair to ourselves. Yet, every birthday, on my birthday and on his birthday, we managed to slip away to suck, lick, and fuck.
“Happy Birthday, Mom,” said Kyle on my birthday while slamming his cock in my pussy.
I humped him as hard and as fast as he humped me.
“Happy Birthday, Kyle,” I said while fucking my son on his birthday.
THE END