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 risqué 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.
