Last night was the craziest night of my life, and all I can do is anxiously ponder what tonight may hold. I've fallen madly in love with my mother, and I don't want to stop. Oh, I don't mean I love my mom as in a parental sense, but rather in an "I can't stop thinking about making love to my mom" sort of way. I know that the sentiment of most individuals towards me and my desires is one of disdain and disgust, but I can't help my erotic desires. After all, didn't I come from her womb, birthed through her private parts, and bonded to her like no other woman on earth? So common sense should dictate that a mother is a perfect match for her son - at least that's what my common sense tells me, anyway! So here's my story about last night, about the first time I penetrated my mother's vagina with my penis - a penis that came from her own womb.
Yesterday evening I decided to give my mom a foot massage, which is something I commonly did for her after a hard day's work. It began innocently enough, but the sight of my mother draped in nothing but a towel created a sensual urge inside of me that spilled over into unbridled passion. Before I knew it, my head was planted between her legs as mom and I enjoyed a most erotic orgasm together. She hadn't asked for us to have sex, but she didn't do anything to resist my advances, either. It was the greatest moment of my life up to that point.
Afterwards, I was in complete fear as to what we had done. My mother and I were very close, but this was a line that one shouldn't cross, or so I thought. A boy shouldn't fantasy about his mother in this way, and he definitely shouldn't desire to run his tongue across her moist pussy, but it was something that I desired and did. I was afraid, however, of my mom's reaction to my unsolicited passion. During the oral intercourse, her deep moans, wet womanhood, and lurching body testified to the fact that she enjoyed it, but now that the fireworks had ended, what would be her response? Did she feel we had crossed the line? Would she ostracize me from her life as if I had reached a point of no return? Last night I received my answer.
After I had licked my mom into an erotic frenzy, I wasn't sure how to cope with the blowback, so I hurriedly ran to my car and drove away. I needed some time to collect my thoughts, and I wasn't sure as to how mom was going to respond, so I spent several hours at the local park lost in contemplation. During that time mom had sent me a text asking where I was, and how she was sorry that she hadn't stopped me sooner; that she had lost her head. She also wanted to talk about it that night, which only increased my anxiety. Returning home at some time well past dusk, this is where the story of last night begins.
I pulled up to the driveway and noticed that most of the lights were off in the house save for the one in mom's bedroom. The scenes from earlier today keep replaying in my mind over and over again, causing my emotions to oscillate between shame and excitement. On one hand, I had wondered if what I had done was terribly wrong, yet on the other hand the sight of mom's half naked body kept arousing me like no other woman's body had done. Was I crazy, or just madly in love? Stepping out of my car, I knew that the next few moments of my life would be a turning point of some kind, of which I had not yet known.
Unlocking the side door, I step into the dark kitchen and flipped on the light. I noticed that the kitchen hadn't been cleaned, several dirty dishes still lying in the sink, which was slightly unusual since mom made it a habit to clean it up before she went to bed. I began to make my way towards the hallway leading to my room when I heard mom's bedroom door open on the other end.
"Chris, is that you, Honey?" She asked in a sincerely interested voice.
"Yeah, I'm back," I responded politely. "I got your texts, but I was just..." I couldn't complete my sentence before mom responded.
"Hey," she stated somberly, "It's alright; we're good." She exited her room with a comforting look on her face, and she made her way towards me to let me know that we truly were all right. She reached out her arms and placed her hands on my upper shoulders, looked me squarely in the eyes and told me that everything is fine. Her warming smile and comforting words had filled me with a great sense of relief, and we embraced one another - a lustful son and his loving mother.
As we held one another (her head pressed against my chest), I could smell the shampoo fresh upon her short brown hair. She was wearing her usual night gown, which was a satin blue dress that hung just above her knees. She loved the feel of the satin against her skin at night, and I always enjoyed seeing her wear it around the house. As we embraced, it was as if neither one of us wanted to let go of the other one first, and so we held each other much longer than normal. The satin dress felt sensual in my hands, and I noticed that it easily slid against her body without much resistance. I began to clench my fingers together, slowly pulling the dress upwards as I did. My left hand was slightly lower than my right hand on her back, and as I slowly began running the satin dress up her backside, my erotic imagination pondered placing my left hand on her beautiful butt. If I could get the dress high enough, perhaps I could feel my mom's naked ass in my hand - a thought that only aroused me further.
"Hey," mom suddenly said, releasing herself from the hug and breaking my sensual concentration. "Come here for a second and let's talk." With that she took my hand and walked me into her bedroom. At this point I was willing to do whatever it took to spend more time around my mom, because she was quickly becoming the woman of my dreams.
