This is a romantic sex story between a single mom and her son. This is a multi chapter story that you won't find sex right from the first word. So please be patient and read. Please vote for my story and let me know your ideas by adding a comment.
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If I make a list of the most courageous women I know, my mom will be right at the top of the list. Being a single mom who raised her son alone was enough for her to earn her place at the top. She was pregnant with me at the very young age of 18. By that time she had only graduated from the high school. So, I never knew my dad and I don't want to, because of the sufferings my mom had gone through. Her parents had suggested her for an abortion as mom was their only child. But mom needed some hope in her life and that was me. So she decided to give birth to her child and start a new life.
After 9 months I was born and mom had felt like she had won the whole world. But she was 19 by the time I was born and she hadn't had any knowledge or experience about raising a child. So, her parents had been really supportive in raising me. Meanwhile, mom had been attending to a college to get more qualifications for her future carrier in order to make my life better. So, my grandparents had taken care of me during college hours and it was my mom who took care of me during each second except it. Mom was graduated from college when I was 5 and then she got a job as an auditor at a local audit firm.
After getting her job mom had wanted to live with me in a separate home. My grandparents had objected it, but she had insisted about it. So they decided to buy a small apartment for mom and gifted it on her 25th birthday. Soon we moved to our new home which wasn't far away from grandparent's home. Soon I started schooling and even though mom was busy with her job she never forgot the parents meetings and every other important thing in school. She helped in my home work too. Simply, she was there with me every time I needed her support.
As the time went on I grew up, but mom showed no signs of getting old. Even though she worked hard for her company we had a very close mom-son relationship. We had a very strong emotional bond. When she was crying for something, I too started to cry even if didn't know the reason why she cried. When she was happy, it was a happy time for me too. It was the biggest evidence for me to show that our souls are linked tightly. I helped her in household chores as I could and she helped me in doing my homework. She kissed my cheeks every night and I would hug her tightly after that. It became our nightly ritual and I didn't mean it in a sexual way.
I can't exactly remember when I first noticed how beautiful my mother was. She was the youngest among the parents in my class. As she had me at the age of 19 she was still very young and I had heard what some of my friends and even the senior students told about my mom. So one day I decided to look at her in a way which I would look at a normal girl. That day I realized how fortunate I am to have such a beautiful mother and keep getting good night kisses from her every night.
My grandpa died when I was 16 and grandma followed him 6 months later. As mom was their only child, she got their home and inherited all the savings that grandparents had done. Their lawyer informed us that we will receive a sufficient monthly allowance which was enough for us to live without any financial problems. So, we sold our small apartment and moved into grandparents' house. It was quite bigger than our little apartment, with only ground floor. It took us 2 more days to settle down into our new home and then lives went back to normal.
I turned 18 and then graduated from the high school. I didn't do a part time job because we were financially stable and mom didn't think that I needed a job. Even at 18 I was still a mama's boy. I would do anything to make her happy. Sometimes I brought her some chocolates or some nice gifts with my saved pocket money she gave me everyday. She loved them and each time I gifted them I was rewarded with hugs and loving kisses that I craved most. I didn't go out much with my friends because I wanted to be with mom as much as I could. We were in house together during nights and evenings only. So, I didn't want to waste that time just by hanging out with friends. I didn't have a girlfriend either. I've had 2-3 girlfriends in high school. But none of them were serious relationships. So, I was still a virgin. Every girl I dated had some sort of similarity to my mom. Finally I figured out that there's no substitution to mom and I needed her badly.
My mom was my fantasy queen since I could remember. But I was 18 when I first used her soiled panties from the laundry bucket to masturbate. The erotic smell of her pussy was so intoxicating. It doesn't take much time for me to climax when I'm using mom's panties. I knew that it was so wrong to have such sexual feelings towards your own mom. But I couldn't help it. I was in love with my mom, my own mom who gave me birth and took care of me whole throughout these past years. Sometimes I too felt guilt about fantasizing about my mom in a sexual way. But always another voice in my head said, "How can love be so wrong?"
I'm Jason Smith, 18 years old by the time this story starts. I maintain my body in quite good shape even though I'm not a regular visitor to the gym. I'm 5' 11" tall and my cock is not much big, but it is about 6 and half inches long when erect and has a nice thickness too.
Mom's name is Jessica Smith. She was 37 years old by that time. To give you a clear picture about her, she looks like a sister of porn star Kendra Lust. She is 5' 7" tall and had a nice pair of 36DD tits which would make even a dead man stare at them. Even at 37 she maintained a beautiful figure which could turn the heads of males from teenager to an old man. She was neither very slim nor chubby. She had that full figure which had curves and fat at right places. One of her features which always fascinated me was her legs. Her thighs were slightly fatter than usual but nevertheless added such a nice shape to her legs. Her hips were quite wide which enhanced her motherly figure while her waist was slightly slim to give so beautiful shape to her body. she had a beautiful round butt as well. I always loved the smell of her black hair which cascaded towards the middle of her back.
She had been promoted as a senior auditor 2 years ago. But she could've worked over time and get those promotions quickly. But she always had time for me. She has never worked over time during last 12 years and she always came home on time to spend some time with her son. She hadn't changed a bit during all these years and my love for her too was still strong in my heart.
As I didn't go for a job I spent daytime surfing internet, playing games and visiting friends. But I never failed to get back home before her to welcome my tired mom to the home. After coming home in the evening mom always keeps herself busy with household chores. Then at night we would cuddle on the sofa and watch TV together. Altogether, she seemed a happy woman. But, I knew that there was a big gap in her life she does not like to fill, a Partner, husband. I was worried about it and same time I was happy about it. I was worried because she needed someone special to be with her. I was happy because it gave me a chance to be with my favorite woman and sometimes fulfill my fantasy of becoming her man. So, I decided to pull the topic out as quickly as possible.
Next day, everything was normal and mom was home from work as usual. She prepared dinner for us and we had it silently. We did the dishes and she came to the living room to switch on the TV. But I needed to talk with her. So I asked, "Mom, I need to talk with you about something important."
She put the remote controller aside and turned towards me, "It's OK son. You can talk with me about anything. You know it."
"Mom, don't you feel lonely?"
"Thanks for asking son. But no, I'm not feeling lonely. I have good friends at work and a great son at home. So, why should I feel lonely?"
"No, mom. I didn't mean that. I meant about a man in your life. A boyfriend or a husband."
She smiled and rubbed my face with her right hand. "Oh Jason, you care so much about me. Why would I need anyone when I have a young handsome man in front of me?"
"Please mom. I'm serious. I've never seen you go out on dates and you never even talked with me about a man. You always asked about my girlfriends but you always changed the topic when I asked about your boyfriends."
