(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.
One night, my mom asked me if we could talk. She told me that she knew that I had been going through her used panties and using them to masturbate. She begged me to forget about what had happened between us. She also said that what we had is a wonderful thing that should not be repeated. I told her that I love her very much and my first and last with her is still the most cherish memories of her and myself together. I told her that I often look at our pictures while hoping for the same opportunity. My mom blushed and told me to keep my memories and pictures in secret then kissed me good night.
That conversation with her made me really horny and it felt like my dick was tearing my pants. I knew that she had noticed the bulge between my legs and I had to once again relieve myself with the thought of her smell, the smell of her just getting out of the shower. The thought of her soft skin, as I brushed my hands all over her body. Of how her satiny pussy feels inside and how her wetness lubricated my hard cock as I pumped it in and out of her pussy. Her tongue that expertly licked my balls and shaft. Her mouth that sucked me dry drove me crazy. Days past after that talked and the hope seems to had faded. I knew I had to be patient and wait for the right time . . .I was determined to have her again.
One morning before I went to work, mom asked me if I can pick her up at the Sailor and Soldier Center in Waikiki where she work as volunteer ombudsman for the servicemen and their families while the war in Iraq is on. She said that she's schedule to close the station that night and her carpool will be off early. From my work I decided to go straight to the center, half hour early. When I got there, I noticed that there was a man talking to her. I found out later that he's Raymond, a young naval officer that just came back from the Gulf, was inviting her to go out on a date. As soon as my mom saw me, she excused herself to Raymond and went to greet me. To my surprised she kissed me on my lips which I returned passionately. Raymond, quite disappointed said his goodbyes and left.