I had wanted to make love to her naked body my whole life. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. My mother had the most amazing curves, her large full breasts which strained against her blouse would drive me wild with desire every day. At 48 the lady who had given me birth had reached her pinnacle as a woman. Her shoulder length brown hair was immaculate in presentation as was the majestical way her expensive black business skirts clung to her firm buttocks.
Many a time in recent years I caught myself catching a glimpse of her in various states of dress. I had been blown away by the white sun dress that she wore several years ago that was made of a very fine cotton. I remember the sun shining through allowing a view of her thighs that I am sure would have made her very uncomfortable had she been aware. The red dress that she wore to the cocktail parties that she and my father attended for his end of year work function last year was another of my favourites. The split up the side revealing toned tanned legs which had been the product of many hard hours in the gym and countless hours of the application of expensive body creams.
The occasions had been reviewed many times over in my mind often resulting in intense masturbating. I had reached the point where my desires and intentions had reached a climax. Something had to be done to free myself of the need I had within me. There was only possible outcome that I could imagine for myself. It was the most natural desire that a son could ever feel. It was the love of a son for his mother. It was the need to have my mother's vagina. It was the need to go the full circle where my life had begun and at least have a part of me be back at the centre of where it was I originated from.
My mother Catherine had never indicated anything or acted in any way which could be considered incestuous to me at any stage in my life. My thoughts of making love to her were selfish and guided by my own lust. My mother was there for me all the way though my school days and ensured that my upbringing was the equal to the best that any mother could be expected to offer to their child. I was indeed fortunate but here I was 18 years of age and about to embark on a college education where my new home would be hundreds of kilometres away in a campus, and my sole thought was now of how to instigate a passionate encounter with the woman who had given me life before I was to leave.
A request of this magnitude couldn't just be uttered. Its not the kind of subject matter that can be discussed with others either so as to find the most effective way of doing it. Playing on my mind was the implications of what would occur if I acted without thought and of most concern to me was the sheer pain I could cause my mother emotionally. All these factors together really did make for some soul searching. The other factor that concerned me was what my father would think if he ever found out. It would surely spell the end of our relationship if I was to upset my mother with this sort of request.
Against that backdrop all I could think of was my need to strip my mother naked. To have her lie back on her bed that she shared happily with my father and to have her remove her bra. To make her nipples stiff as I sucked them in an attempt at reliving the experiences that we shared all those years ago when I was first born. That is what I wanted more than anything else. That closeness to be felt once more only this time I wanted to incorporate the behaviour of two adults into our relationship. I wanted her to know that her son had grown up and that her years of moulding the man had paid off. I wanted her to experience first hand what it was that she created. I wanted her to feel my erect cock inside her and for my mother to feel that this was a job well done on her part.
With one week to go till my departure I had very little time on my side. I knew in my heart that there would never be a time when this subject could be broached easily. I knew that if I was going to do it I would have to be up front with her and try to convince her of my honesty and of what it was that she meant to me. Only then could I ever really have a chance at achieving what it was I had spent all those years dreaming off. To act on ones desires is easier said than done I can vouch for that. My mother was downstairs in the lounge room by herself at this very moment. I had an opportunity now if I was brave enough. I could feel my heart rate double in a second as soon as I felt my thoughts drift to walking down those stairs and telling her how I felt. I remember feeling my pulse quicken some more when I stood up from the chair at my computer desk and walked in the direction of my bedroom door. It was fair to say that I was just about ready to have a heart attack when I reached the stairs and had to sit down for a couple of minutes so that I could gather my nerve and consider once again what it was that I was about to do.
Nerves are terrible at the best of times but the fear that I felt on my descent down those stairs was not akin to anything I had experienced before or since. The most amazing realisation for me was that I was feeling braver as the moments went by. I had longed for this moment for so long and I was about to act on it. Surely that had to be a positive thing.
I saw my mother sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper upon entering the lounge room. Without looking up she said to me " Hi Darling, what have you been up to?"
I though to myself again of what it was that I was about to do and decided that I would always regret this opportunity if I didn't go through with it. So I began.
"Mom I need to talk to you"
Mom looked up interested and neatly folded the newspaper in half before placing it down next to her on the couch.
"Of course Darling what is it?
"Mom I need to talk to you about something very important to me and I need you to promise to hear me out before you say anything else, will you do that for me?"
Mom looked very concerned at this as one would expect however she agreed and nodded without saying a word.
"Mom, I have been thinking and I need to tell you something which is my truth"
"What I am about to say is not something that I feel proud off but it is something I need to say to you as I can't imagine another day going by without having spoken about this"
At this stage my mother had an extremely concerned look on her face. In fact those words alone had made her visible uncomfortable.
" I am going to miss you when I go away to college, I really am because you are the most important woman in my life."
At this stage my mother smiled and continued listening.
"I feel that our relationship is better than I could ever have hoped for and I just want to thank you for always being there for me."
My mother started crying at this point ever so slightly.
"I feel the same my darling, I am indeed very fortunate."
At this point I knew my mother had the correct view of our relationship so I decided it was time to take my comments over the line in the sand you should never cross.
"Mom, I need to hold you in my arms one more time as I am about to leave your house next week"
"I would like you to cuddle me like you did when I was young"
My mother had a somewhat confused look on her face at this time.
"What do you mean when you were young?" she asked.
