Me and My Mother

I would have never guessed how many people would read my stories when I started writing them for Literotica. Many have actually asked if there is any truth of them, usually women in private messages, interestingly enough. There is, although what actually happened is not quite as exciting as what happens in many of them, but after long consideration I've decided to tell you about it after all.

We did actually do it, but only once. That happened in 2001, a while before I posted my first stories. It inspired me to write them, of course. I was 26 then and my mother was something like 52 I think. I'm not going to tell you our names, JDecker is just a made up pen name I came up when I signed for Literotica. It was still my first time, which I thought was very embarrassing at the time. I mean, both that it didn't happen until then, and that I did it with my mother, but It doesn't really bother me any more either way.

My real mother is not really attractive. That's one reason I've in my newer stories sometimes started to portray the mothers a bit more realistically. The original ones were sort of fantasies of how I'd have wished it had felt like. I tried to bring more of the real feeling in the later ones. It's not really surprising many like the old ones better...

If you must know how she looks like, she's pretty short, like I am too, and she's a bit overweight. I don't even know how else to describe her, she has brown hair and her face isn't interesting in any way. She looks like some random non-attractive woman you might see on the street every day. She does really have a thick dark bush, though, or at least did. That's why all the mothers in the stories have that too, because I remember how it looked and felt.

Another thing is, I don't really like my mother all that much. I mean, like her as a person, I certainly didn't think of her as a sex object of any kind. She has caused me lots of problems with some of her behavior, although perhaps strangely, what we are talking about here isn't one of them.

Now I'm sure you'll start wondering how did it happen then? The thing is there wasn't much to it. She just came to me once when I was visiting her and sleeping in her guest bed, and I accepted her.

I could see her pretty well even without the lights on, since where we live there's a lot of light in the summer even at night. She woke me and she just had a shirt on, nothing else. A short one, which didn't reach below her waist. That just drew my attention more to her bush. I do often think about that, as you might see from my stories, and I did get hard quickly from seeing it, which surprised me then.

Mom was on top, which was good, since I don't think I would have managed to be very active. I didn't do much more than take off the underwear I was sleeping in. She guided me in with her hand and then started moving her hips and making sighing sounds and I felt the warm movements around me.

The actual orgasm was surprisingly good. I still remember it very well. I was completely rock hard when I was inside her, and my shaft sort of pulsated and throbbed before shooting, like you know when you're going to shoot a lot and it will fly pretty far. That was a great feeling for that little moment, because I could see and feel my own mother's hairy vagina around me, and at the same time I felt those really powerful spurts flying and I was thinking about them going to her womb and put my hands on her stomach. That's again why the guys in my stories often do something like that too.

I actually have to watch what I'm writing now, because otherwise this will start sounding too much like my fiction. I want to keep my imagination out of this and think how it really was, but yeah, it was pretty much like that. Like I said, I was surprised I came like that, but I guess that's kind of what vaginas naturally cause you to do.

You may also begin to realize that "Mystery of the Moon" pretty much is a fantasy version of this event. I wrote that because I didn't quite feel comfortable about writing the real thing, but I wanted to write it down somehow. The rest of the stories are completely fictional, though.

Mom didn't have any kind of an orgasm, at least I don' t think so, but we'd never been very close before, and it isn't really possible to get any closer to that, so it must have made her feel something. Funnily enough she did become a bit nicer towards me later on, so I wonder if this actually had something to do about it, even though we never mention the whole thing for obvious reasons.

We didn't even kiss afterwards or anything, although I guess we kind of touched each other with our hands more than we had ever done before.

I haven't actually had much sex after that either, even though I'm now 40. I'm short and balding, so women aren't really attracted to me, and I don't even feel like going out to try very often. Writing the stories is sometimes surprisingly satisfying, though. I just wish people would leave more comments and messages, especially women who've had these experiences with their sons.

Some have also asked if it's a good idea to do something like this. I would say "hell no" in most situations, although it wasn't bad for me personally. If my mother had been attractive and it had happened earlier, I'd go as far as to say it could have been good. But you have to understand this is a very complex issue, which can easily cause bad things to happen.

Blowjobs are much easier to handle, which is why I often write about them. If you are going to give your son one, you really should swallow like in the stories, and do it immediately when he shoots instead of playing with it. That makes a young man feel warm and pleasant in his heart, it's not just a story thing. Don't think how you feel about it, or how it tastes, just do it, and look him in the eyes when you do it. You can be naked while you do it, if he wants you to, but don't try to do anything more. He has to make the next steps after that. If he doesn't, then you can't help it. This is the only way if you want to keep everything good and proper between you. Remember that you still have to be a mother and son and meet other people and your family and relatives.

You could write them an e-mail from a fake address, which makes it uncertain that you're their real mom at first. Just give little hints that you might be, and start asking if they'd want you to occasionally swallow whatever they have to make them feel better. If your son comes to you and honestly says he does, then do it. You could also give him some kind of a secret phrase he has to say, something that could mean something else, but when he looks you in the eyes and says it, you both know what it means. When he says it, you really have to do it, because he needs it then.

If something goes wrong, just say it's obviously just some kind of a prank. If you use a proxy to make the mail address and also use it every time you write the messages, there shouldn't be any way you could get caught. Even if you somehow do, just say you sure as hell didn't send the messages. Most likely they just won't even answer, though, so don't expect too much to happen.

A couple of women have claimed they have almost done that or more with their son, but who knows if that's actually true, since you can write anything.

Oh well, since this isn't really a story, I don't feel like making this too long or wasting the time to edit more than they obvious errors out. It's not like there is much more to say, now you know the truth.