Ever since my 18th birthday, I have been the one who fucks my mother every single time I want to. At first, she had her reserves, most people do thanks to society's ignorance. But after I got rid of her stupid excuse for a man that was her ex-husband, and my father, she's come around. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some devil. I love my mother, both in the normal sense and in a romantic way. But at the end of the day, she is the perfect person for me.
For starters, I am very much into tying a woman up, bending her over a table, and shoving my cock up her ass. And my mother has always been the kind of woman who loves those kind of men.
I guess this where I should take time to describe her to you. Her name is Janice, and right now she had just turned 50 years old about a month ago, but you couldn't tell it. Her body was still looking the same since she was in her mid 30s. She stands 5 feet 2 inches, has a nice shaped body... the kind that's so thick, it makes the room so uncomfortable. Her face is always able to draw you in, especially when you lock onto those hazel eyes. Her breasts aren't overly large, but they're also definitely not what you'd see on someone like a ballet dancer. They're just perfect. She has never worn bras, so I couldn't tell you their cup size. Her ass, it's huge, but from what I've seen she's not once had a single stretch mark. That wouldn't be a problem even if she had, but I'm just telling you how she looks. Her skin is soft, and the light tan of hers is always shining. She is 100% Brazilian descent, being the first American Born of our bloodline.
I don't know how she met my "father", nor do I care. He didn't treat her wrong, but he also didn't treat her right, if that makes sense. Like I said, she loves to be dominated. And he was just too soft to do it.
As for me, I'm half Brazilian half Haitian. I guess that's why I find it odd that my dad didn't satisfy her. Haitian men, like myself, tend to be more controlling. My grandmother and grandfather have been married for over 40 years, and I can tell that my grandfather is more like me than my father.
More about me, currently I'm 32. I've always been into maintaining an athletic body, which to me has meant keeping my abs at least showing. I'm an amateur light heavyweight boxer, which means my cardio and stamina are next level. My cock is 9inches long and I've been told more girthy than your average encounter. I wouldn't know, nor do I care.
Now, as I've said before, my mother is mine. She has been for the past 14 years. If I tell her to do something, she does it. No questions asked. It's always been that way, even before this started. When I was 6, I told her I wanted a dirt bike for Christmas, and I got it. When I was 15, I told her I wanted a weekend alone with my girlfriend at the time. I got it. We didn't do anything inappropriate, but I just wanted the alone time.
But at the same time, after I turned 16, my needs became less spoiled brat and more manly. For most of the things I wanted from then on, I could get on my own. Hell, I bought my own car in highschool, and have been doing everything on my own since then.
So enough about the boring stuff. If I haven't lost you, you're probably wondering how this all started. And the short answer is, I told her to suck my cock on my 18th birthday, and like the obedient slut she is, she did it.
The long story is, I was in the middle of fucking my then boss of my fast food job at the time, Theresa. She had been waiting for me to turn 18, and when I did, we went back to my place. The house was empty, both parents at work. When Theresa and I started, it was exactly 1pm, and I knew we had until 6pm. And I used that time well.
However, what I hadn't accounted for was the fact that I would be ready for another round at 5:55pm, and as I was balls deep inside of Theresa's ass, I heard the door open. I knew it was my mom, and I would've stopped, but I didn't want to. How could I? Here I was fucking my boss. And I was enjoying it.
As it was though, my mother was furious. She went on and on about messing up her furniture, about how she rushed home to surprise her birthday boy, and how ungrateful I was. My boss had made her way out the door, and I ended up blue balled.
I was mad, and for the first and only time in my life (that I recall) I yelled at my mother. I told her I didn't need her belittling me, because I wasn't dad. She immediately apologized and tried to pass it off as "a mother's concern."
I simply left her downstairs, and stayed in my room for hours. Finally, around 10pm, my mother came into my room. Out of her work clothes, and into her yoga pants and t-shirt, she came in to talk. But all I could do was stare at her body. She looked so good I could fuck her, I thought to myself.
