(If you find so many errors in my grammar, I am very sorry. I am not a writer. . .just telling you my true story.)
It is almost a couple of years now since I made love with my mom. I never tried to because she made me promise that what had happened was my first and last. I moved out of our house last year to be on my own. I still get hard-on thinking of my sexual encounter with her. On several occasions I had masturbated while thinking of how her pussy feels and smells like. Of how her tongue licked my balls and the shaft of my dick. The way she made me feel good inside her mouth. Luckily I had some pictures of her and me taken during the encounter that helped me a lot in relieving myself.
My hopes of doing it again with my mom came about a few days before the Iraq war started when my dad invited me over for a dinner to talked me into moving back home to keep my mom's company while his command fight the war. Without hesitation I accepted the offer thinking that this might be an opportunity to once again seduce my mom into having sex with me.
As soon as my dad left, mom warned me not to get any wrong ideas about her and me repeating what had happened. I told her that I had promised that my first with her was my last. Several days passed without any sign of opportunity of doing it with her. We did our daily routine between work, school and house chores. We would together ate dinner, watched television afterwards and maybe asked each other how our day was . . .We were living like a normal mother and child under a roof. There were times that I would felt like that she's trying to avoid me. On several occasions I would go through her laundry looking for used panties that I would use to relieved myself.