For those of you familiar with my work, this story will make a lot sense, and may even be enjoyable. For those who have not read my previous submissions, you may want indeed want to read them so as to put this into better context. I am living proof that incest isn't always a bad thing, especially when it is between consenting adults. For my mother and I, it has been the ultimate expression of our love for each other. While I have only 'been' with my mother four times, each time is better than the prior. The mind blowing orgasms and knowing how good I make my mother feel are two of the greatest feelings I'll ever encounter. So, enjoy my story. And I continue to advise any readers or visitors to Literotica that if you have passionate feelings towards your mother or son, act on them, or at least try. It could be the greatest thing you ever do.
It had been approximately three years since I last slept with my mother. As way of background, I am 32 years old. I wouldn't say I am drop dead gorgeous but I have a certain appeal. I stand 6'1, weigh approximately 180 lbs and have short brown hair. My mother, nearing 65 years old, is 5'3 and weighs approximately 150 lbs. Some, actually most, would say she can stand to lose a good deal of weight. That may indeed be true but her 34DD's and wide ass beg to differ, at least in my mind.
I have had strong feelings for my mother for as long as I can remember. They likely started when I was in high school and began to take notice of the opposite sex. My mother was not risquΓ© or even open around me as a child. In fact, she was rather conservative if not prudish. To this day, she insists that me and my father are the only two men she has slept with. Despite that, it was hard to not to take note of my mom. She was by no means a 'sex symbol' but she had 'MILF' qualities with her breasts being the best ones. I remember during my sophomore year of high school, a few of my friends teased me about my mom having 'enormous titties' and what they would like to do to her and them. I suppose that's the genesis of wanting to fuck my mom.
Because my mother was so conservative, in my mind, incest was always going to be a forbidden taboo and one that played out in my mind only. Don't get me wrong, I certainly pushed the envelope. Jerking off into her bras; sneaking into her hamper and sniffing her used panties; and even holding on for an extra second or two so as to enjoy an innocent hug. My mother was never wise to any of those indiscretions and luckily for me or I would have been in some serious hot water. Nonetheless, I ultimately did 'bed' my mother while in a hotel room in Ohio. We then slept with each other on two different occasions after that. I won't rehash those incidents but feel free to read the my prior work.
So after the 'third time', mom and I took a really long hiatus. Part of it was her own guilt. My mother enjoyed the sex. She isn't an over-the-top moaner or screamer but seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head with her mouth wide open, while I plowed her hair pussy - yeah, she enjoyed it. But even so, my mom inherently knew the incest was wrong and thought we needed to 'cool it'. I wasn't exactly happy with the situation but deep down, I knew mom was right. I had been dating the same girl for years and our relationship was entering the next phase, which was engagement. She never knew of, and still doesn't of what happened between me and my mother. But, I figured I couldn't risk it. I also figured it wasn't a great idea to be planning a wedding while porking your mother on the side. It was an amicable break up between and mom, and it stayed as such, until April 28th, 2010.
On Sunday, April 25th, 2010, my family, which consists of me, my mom, my father, my sister and her husband, and my girlfriend, soon to be fiancee, departed the shores of Miami for a week long Caribbean cruise. You may be wondering if my father or sister ever found out about the incestuous affair and the answer is, 'I don't think so.' I still feel my sister is suspicious to the point where she may think that something transpired. But if she does feel that, she's never told me. I will say this, my sister is a younger version of my mom. If I ever became especially bold or daring, she'd certainly be the target of my affection. Anyway, the cruise departed on Sunday night and all things seemed relatively normal.
For more background, my father had his own stateroom. He's a nasty snorer and my mother and he sleep in separate rooms even at home. It was not a huge surprise or inconvenience for them to have separate sleeping arrangements while on vacation. In fact, that's how me and mom first got together. It was mom and dad in two rooms, my sister and her husband in their own, and then me and my girlfriend.
The cruise was going well and everyone was having a good time. A ton of good food, gorgeous weather, and alcohol - what more could anyone want? But I guess ultimately, there is drama in every family vacation and this cruise didn't escape that. It was Wednesday night and we had just finished dinner so everyone decided to relax in a jazz lounge. My girlfriend had too much to drink, which was a bit odd. She isn't a drinker, partly because she can't hold her alcohol but she also doesn't like the taste. To see her 'drunk' was odd. Everyone learned pretty quickly that she's a 'nasty' drunk and when my girlfriend is in a bad mood, I'm the target of the verbal abuse. That night was no different. Whenever she could, she took a shot at me. Whether it was waiting too long to ask her to marry me, or my lack of 'communication skills', or my being a 'mommy's boy', all the guns were out. Yes, that last zinger about being a mommy's boy could not have been more ironic.
As my girlfriend continued on, I decided it was time to call it a night. To no one's surprise, she protested and quite loudly. She continued to stress the point that she wasn't sharing a bed with someone who 'hated' her. I still don't know where that came from but she was adamant that I hated her. After a few minutes of this, my mom stepped in, 'Son, why don't you stay on the couch in my room. It will be a little snug but I think maybe she needs to be alone tonight to blow off some steam.' At that moment, my mind instantly raced back to the first time with mom. There she was, in a black dress, which wasn't tight but showed major cleavage. Her boobs, about ready to spill out, milky white with purple veins covering the tops...I was starting to sport a bit of a boner and knew I needed to divert my thoughts.
Even though I knew I was tempting fate by staying with my mom, I legitimately had no choice with my girlfriend acting the drunken fool. So my reply went something like this, 'Ok, thanks mom. Look, let's all get a good night sleep and tomorrow we can start over.' Everyone agreed, except my girlfriend who stumbled into the elevator, slurring something about 'no one understanding her'.
I did somehow manage to grab a t-shirt and boxers out of my room so as to have some 'pajamas' for the night with mom. It was certainly tight and cramped but at least I didn't have a drunken bitch screaming at me for no reason. I don't know if my mom was thinking about our past but she didn't seem to be so I had opted to let it go. It was hard. But what was the alternative if mom wasn't willing and ready? She decided to change first and she was in the bathroom for several minutes. When she came out, she did so in a plain black nightgown. It was typical for my mom: nothing really revealing or showy but she's so damn busty that you couldn't help but notice her fucking monstrous tits sagging through the material. I did my best to not look. My mom's tits are the nicest I've ever seen. I guess some may call heavy hangers, down to a woman's naval, with areolas as wide as tea cup saucers and inch long nipples, aren't all that appealing. But for me, they were an obsession. So you can understand why I scurried into the bathroom with my head down. I didn't need any added temptations.
I came out of the bathroom in a white t-shirt and blue boxers. Now I'll admit, I'm not Ron Jeremy. But my erect penis is a decent 8 inches and in boxer shorts, you can certainly make out that I have a nice sized cock. It was funny but just how I was trying to avoid eye contact with my mom's massive tits, she too wasn't all that eager to look below my waist. We were both fighting the urges and deep down, we knew it.