Let me tell you the "story" about a single young man and his single mom. Chris is now in his early 30s and his mom, Mary, is 55. Forever, this mom and son have had a relationship stronger and closer than most moms and son. People who know Chris and Mary suspect there's something going on between them that isn't usual between a mother and her son. They are practically inseparable. They do about everything together. They share similar likes and even the same circle of friends. Until late last year, the only thing they didn't share with each other was the warm comforting bliss of each other's naked bodies.
Chris and Mary have forever lived alone together, always as a platonic couple with strict boundaries regarding sex and nudity. They each have tried the whole "normal" relationship with other people, but neither felt as coupled to anyone else like they do each other. They each gave up trying long ago and committed to living out their lives together as a platonic couple.
For both Chris and his mother Mary, sex is more meaningful than just sex. It's a close intimate bond that should only be shared between people who deeply love and cherish each other. Chris hadn't experienced such a bonding for almost a decade; his mom almost twice as long. Quite a long dry spell for them both.
Late last year, their relationship evolved beyond the platonic stage. It didn't take much for them to get there. All it took was a simple suggestion. Both had thought about it before. Neither thought it possible.
For Chris, he grew into a man with such thoughts and did not ignore them. He almost approached his mom for sex numerous times over the years before finally finding the courage to do so.
If you had asked Mary before, she would have denied having such thoughts even to herself. But she had. How couldn't she? Chris was her only true love. Attractive, yes, but also caring and mature. Sometimes she would get a glance of his manhood protruding from his shorts or swimsuit, or a scent of his manhood smell and feel that tickle.
The desire was there for both, but so was the modesty. They both felt very self-conscious about nudity and sex around each other. Even the subtle inference of sex, like one in a movie scene, caused both to cringe when in each other's presence even though each had a secret desire for the other.
Chris felt the incestuous itch strengthen with each passing year. Chris also was feeling increasingly antsy from not having had sex with anyone in almost ten years. Masturbating to his fantasies provided temporarily relief, but the effectiveness has steadily dwindled. He had years of bent-up sexual pressure that only the delight of a woman's touch could relieve. Realizing that it had been even longer for his own mom, Chris recognized that he had an opportunity to seduce his mother.
Chris didn't necessarily know if he sought anything more than just sex with his mom. They already had a relationship that resembled a couple, just without the sex, so he couldn't envision much change besides adding sex. For sure, he wanted sex. He wanted to feel a connection to his mom even closer than they already had. He wanted to know her in a way he didn't already, and her for him. Mostly, he wanted to feel his mom's warm naked body pressed against his own while he felt his throbbing cock penetrating her tight pussy until he blew his love juice into her.
For each level of certainty, there was an equal level of doubt. Would she be open to sex if solicited? Could he go through with it if fantasy became reality? Would either of them regret it? Would it change their already great relationship?
Though dubious, Chris felt good enough about his chances with his mom and that there would be no regret. He would have been satisfied with just her hands or mouth pleasuring his cock, but definitely wanted more from her. It took a long time to find the courage, but he felt compelled to approach his mom with the boldest of all requests.
"Mom, can we talk? I want to talk to you about something private. I mean, REAL PRIVATE and hard to discuss," Chris began with a trembling tone of seriousness. "The kind of private that I want to stay between only us, and something that we can forget and never talk about again if it gets too uncomfortable."
From the tone, Mary expected her son to reveal something along the lines that he was gay, had cancer, or something else just as stunning. To her shock, it was even more stunning and something she never expected.
"It's just that... I could really use some sex!" Chris admitted boldly without indignity.
"Ok...???" Mary responded with confused uncertainty, not quite sure what to think about her son's surprising admission.
"You know how guys have certain 'urges'? It's just, I haven't had sex for a LONG TIME and could really use some. I mean, it's driving me completely crazy and masturbating just isn't enough!!"
Mary grew uncomfortable with the discussion of sex and wondered why her son was even telling her this, but she was willing to hear him out as she always does. There was also a part, small or big even she couldn't tell, that was absorbed in hearing her son's sexual disclosure.
"I was wondering if you would, uh, be willing to help me out, as in, relieving those urges?" Chris requested in staggered, difficult dialog, unable to look at his mom straight in her eye, instead focusing his attention to his feet dangling above the floor as he sat on the couch directly across from his mom.
Mary was quiet, unsure how to respond. She wondered if Chris was serious about his request and why he would ask her.
"Like, what are we talking about here?" Mary probed for clarification after taking a few moments to evaluate her son's remarkable request.
"At this point, I'd even be happy with just a hand job or blowjob. Just... SOMETHING with another person. I'm sick of masturbating by myself. But, I do want more. I want to go all the way with you," Chris specified.
Conflicted and uncertain, Mary debated fiercely with herself. She had thought about Chris sexually in passing, but never in active consideration and she certainly never thought she'd ever face such a reality. This is her own son. She adored and cherished him beyond anything else, but those also were the very values important to her in sex. Her motherly nurturing instinct was also kicking in. She sensed Chris's amped up sexual frustration and she wanted to help him.
"We shouldn't, I'm your mom" she excused even though she did have much interest in sharing a sexual experience with Chris.
"All the more reason we should!" Chris pleaded. "Mom, you and I we... we're not like most other moms and sons. You see that, right?" Chris paused to beseech his mom's agreement. "I've done a lot of research and it turns out that mother-son incest is much more common than people think. It happens all the time."
The room was deathly silent. Only the tick-tock of the wall clock and relaxed breathing of their dog Charlie could be heard. Mary was hooked on the line and Chris knew it.
"Be honest, mom, when is the last time you got any action? I know it's been years for me! I NEED it from someone and really want it to be with you. We're both adults and we'll be the only ones who even know." Chris stressed before going into further detail about why he wanted to have sex with her, specifically. How their relationship already resembled a "couple," but without the intimacy and that he wanted it include that.
The tension laxed a bit. Mary's internal doubt was softening as she became more amiable to considering having sex with her own son. But, she wasn't yet ready to agree to such a big step that they can't take back.
"We can go as far as you're comfortable with, and we can stop anytime," Chris assured. "What's better and safer than a mom and son having sex? We know neither of us have any diseases and I'm sure you're past the whole pregnancy phase."
"I need some time to digest all this," Mary insisted to her son.
"I understand. I don't want you to feel pressured and I want you to know that this is your decision and I will accept it either way," Chris swore.
Mary excused herself to her bedroom, closing the door to think. Inside the privacy of her bedroom, thoughts of her having sex with Chris raced through her mind. She couldn't believe that she was facing such a choice as to have sex with her son, to have sex at all after almost 20 years of abstaining. She had long given up and never thought she'd ever feel a man again.
But could she... have sex with her own son? Part of her was disgusted and fearful, part of her was longing for it. For hours, she openly debated with herself.
