I have found new pleasures with my lover and we enjoy a lot of each other. We both get turned on by the thought of incest and sometimes we enjoy thinking of each other in a mom-son relationship. My lover has encouraged and inspired me to write this story. I wish it were the case between me and my lover, Buttonnose. I wouldn't ask for anything more!
This story is in 5 parts and this is the first one. I will be posting the parts, provided I get a lot of feedback. I am greatly interested in hearing from women who are interested in this story and similar situations of mom-son incest, and who have fantasized or experienced it.
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Chapter 1 – Now and ever
It was late night when I got home. But I could see that you were still up. As I came into the house, I could see the TV on. You had stayed up till I got home. Ever since we had developed our relationship, you always waited for me; sometimes in the kitchen, at the dining table, in the living room or the bedroom. Sometimes you have waited for me in your sleep, in the bed with the lights on, waiting for me to come and wake you up. You wanted to see me when I got home. I cannot really know which part of you really felt possessive, the mother or the lover. But I must say, it felt very good to come back to a waiting pair of eyes. At times there was a lot more that was waiting! In fact every time I had been out late, we usually ended up having a lustful time in bed. I guess you just wanted to prove that I was still yours. I guess no matter how many times I say it, or how I prove it, you will always need that bit of extra assurance. As you say, you need to show your love, your way!
That night, as I came into the house, I saw the TV on. There was something going on it. You were sleeping on the couch. You must have fallen asleep. I gently got in, and shut the door behind me, locking it as usual. I slowly came into the living room. But as you are a light sleeper, the noises must have woken you up. You stirred and looked at me.
"What time is it?" you asked
"Its nearly midnight, mom" I said.
"You have been out late today," you said looking at me. "You usually come back before midnight"
"Its not that late. Come on, I'll take you to the bed". You got up slowly and sat up. You were still sleepy.
"You look tired. You need some sleep." I said looking at you.
"I know" you looked at me and smiled in your lips. Getting up you wrapped your hand on my shoulder and we slowly walked to the bedroom. As I laid you in the bed, your robe parted, exposing your legs and your cleavage. At your age, you had a lovely pair of both.
I always enjoyed a glance or two on either of them once in a while, when you would step out of the shower, or were cooking in the kitchen, moving stuff in the bedroom, or just relaxing on the couch with me. Knowing that I loved to steal a glance at them, you were never particular about your clothes either. In fact you let yourself get exposed at times, just so that you would see my eyes stuck on them at times. Especially at times when you wore that baby doll and you would make no effort to hurry up while you were bending down for some reason. Those times, I would eat my heart out over your sweet and tender bum and thighs. Without looking at me, you would carry on with your work once you stood up.
The thrill would come when there were times that I would realise that you weren't wearing any panties. In fact ever since we got together that night, you seldom wore them. There were times when we were out about and you used to say to me, "I think I should have worn my panties, what if I slip and fall right now?" You wore them only when I was not going to be around you or with you, or when you were getting ready to go to work.
As I laid you in the bed, I picked your legs and placed them under the sheet. "Don't take too long," you said in a soft voice, barely opening your eyes.
As I stood up I looked at your body, wrapped in the thin silky robe, your sensuality hardly contained by the silken cloth.
"I will be there soon mom," I say to you.
I changed in the bathroom. After shutting all the lights I got back to the bedroom. I now seemed to use my room only as a clothes store. I seemed to go there only to get changed or, at times, get some of my stuff. Ever since that night on your birthday, I don't recall sleeping in my bed. But then I was never good to sleep there anyway, not on my own. Especially when I knew you were just a few feet down the room on your own. Well those were the days and I sigh when I think of them. It took us long time to get to know each other truly. But it has been time well invested. Now we seem to be so much into each other, figuratively and literally.
When I was sleeping on my own, I could feel my erection at times during the night. I used to slowly caress it, knowing well that a gentle squeeze would only enlarge it more. A lot of times I had the urge of stimulating myself and masturbating to the thought of you slowly sucking me off. These were the times I missed you next to me under the sheets, naked, your soft skin caressing me gently. It aroused me beyond all imaginations. Your sweet perfume excited me, got me harder. I couldn't help but imagine you next to me. It felt so good just thinking about it. At times I used to get goose bumps thinking about loving my mom, fearing that you may not approve of it, even hate me for it! But at times I would hope that you would be far more loving and understanding, may be even craving for me just the same!