This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone dead or alive is quite coincidental. This story contains graphic incestuous mother and son relationships, which includes sexual intercourse and other taboo subjects. All characters are over 18 years of age. Please enjoy in the comfort of your own home, with family and or friends.
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My name is Richard, I am twenty years old and attend a local university while living with my mother.
My mother, Christine, is thirty-six years old, five foot six brunette with shoulder-length hair, captivating brown eyes, thirty-six C breasts and has an awesome ass. She is no model, she is more beautiful with her modest curves.
As I sat in class and waited while the professor prepared his notes, my thoughts again are gravitated towards my mother. I am totally preoccupied with her. My head has been in a cloud so much that I had walked right past the lecture hall of my first class.
I took the opportunity to text my mother. I type "Thinking of you, 143 :)" and pressed send.
Just then Jessica, a beautiful tall leggy blonde, sat beside me.
"Hello, Richard." She said to me as she settled down in her seat, giving me a beautiful smile.
"Hi, Jessica," I replied and smiled back.
Jessica is quite beautiful, but I am not in her league. She was born into money, a daughter of a wealthy family.
My phone vibrates a minute later. I look at my phone and see that my mother replied. "What is 143?"
I text back. "1 = I, 4 = Love, 3 =You." and pressed send.
Then the professor began his lecture just as I feel my phone vibrate on the desk. I read the reply from my mother as I leave the phone on the desk. "How sweet. I am thinking of you too. 143, 143, 143"
I smiled and tried to listen to our teacher. I just could not concentrate. I considered just leaving for the day as I am not capable of concentrating on anything other than my mother. Fuck she is so goddamn hot. I have become besotted with my mother.
I feel the phone vibrate again. I just look down at the screen. "Fuck!" I gasped as I slap my hand over an image of a vagina which looked very much like my mother's.
"Are we interrupting you, mister Levinson?" Professor Hubert asked in a loud condescending tone.
"Sorry Sir, my apologies," I said.
I feel my face turn red and look at Jessica to see if she or anyone else had noticed the pic on my phone. I packed up my stuff and left the hall.
As I walked down the hallway I looked at the picture she sent. The picture was definitely of my mother's glistening vagina. It looked so beautiful. I felt an urge to lick that beautiful vagina.
I texted her, "Mother are you crazy?" and hit send.
A minute later I received another text, this time with a video clip. I nearly walked into a wall as I viewed the video clip she sent. It was a clip of her chrome dildo pumping in and out of her obviously sodden vagina. I immediately salivated and my cock jumped and began to grow.
Fuck. Really? Two can play this game, I said to myself as I entered a washroom and locked myself inside one of the stalls, dropped my pants and extricate my already swollen cock from my shorts.
I will show her, I said to myself as I began to film myself stroking my cock. I was already so hot and was soon ready to cum as I thought about her video.
With a groan, I erupted and a thick stream shot against the wall and toilet chrome plumbing fixtures, and the other subsequent streams fell to the floor and into the toilet bowl and seat.
After putting myself together, grinning, I send off the video with a caption that read, "Love you too."
I get a text from her a few minutes later. Mom: "Richard, how could you do that to me. How dare you."
I am taken aback at her response. What did she expect, I thought to myself. I text back. "You showed me yours and I showed you mine, so why are you upset?" and sent it off.
I get a response back. Mom "Your cream, your sperm, it was a terrible waste. It's mine to have in me or on me and not in some nasty toilet bowl or on the toilet floor. If that toilet was not so filthy looking I would have you lick it up. Do you hear me?"
Holy crap, I just got shit from my mother for jerking off onto the floor. I had to laugh. I better not tell her I jerk off just about every week night into panties she had worn that day or she will have me eat them. Christ, I have opened pandora's box, or in this case Christine's beautiful box as it were. What have I done?
I head off home. My mind was still scrambled and I had trouble locating my car in the parking lot. I had to push the panic button on the remote to find my car. After several attempts I found it.
When I got home I pulled up the video of my mother fucking herself with the dildo and viewed it. I pulled out my rod and stroked myself while I imagined that the chrome dildo was my cock slipping in and out of her uber delicious vagina.
It was not long before a shot my load all ever my desk and computer. I slumped in my seat and continued to watch the looping video.
After a couple hours rest I went and took a cold shower and then went to work. I really did not want to be there either.
"Ricardo!" Maria yelled at me. "Are you loco? This is the third wrong order you have give me today. What's the matter with you?" She said in her thick Puerto Rican accent.
"Sorry Maria." I mumbled.
She glared at me and let out a string of Spanish expletives as she walked away.
While later I was outside taking a break when Maria came out and joined me.
"You okay Ricardo? Your mom is good, yes? You have girl trouble, yes? She asked.
I smile at her. "My mom is good, really good." I tell her.
"You then have girl trouble?" She pressed.
"No Maria, I have no girlfriends. Who wants to go out with a man who still lives with his mother. Besides I don't have time." I say to her.
"A good son would stay and help his mother with all he can." She said as she kissed me on the cheek and left.