Hello dear blog readers! It is I, Nick, with yet another entertaining addition to my weekly blog. Now I know most of you are ready to read about my exciting adventures at college or my new recipes, but I have really had something I needed to get off my chest. I did something with my mom and I fear it may have changed my relationship with her forever. First let me start by telling you a bit about my mom.
My mom is nothing like the other moms that line our suburban neighborhood. Unlike those moms that let age creep up quickly, or pay top dollar to look like plastic dolls, she is all natural. Her long blond hair is her own, not some wig or horse hair. Her body isn't augmented in anyway either, although skeptics would disagree, but they just hate her out of sheer jealousy.
I always loved seeing her walk down the stairs, the way those natural creamy double D breasts would wobble in whatever tight shirt she decided to wear without a bra. Despite such a sizeable bust, my mom hit the gym, and ignored the many lustful stares she received. The workouts paid off too, but unbeknownst to her, she drew my gaze too.
I was an only child, and my father died when I was too young to even remember his face. No other nearby family, the closest being my aunt, but she's a three hour drive away. Basically it was just the two of us and I would have it no other way.
Anyway enough about my mom...onto my story. I would surmise that's why we're here, isn't it? I was going to explain how I got tangled up in this messed up event with her. I'll start at the beginning, I was around nineteen at the time...at breakfast I think.
Breakfast usually entailed mom and I staring at each other across a table, a few questions and comments about our plans to pass the time. This particular morning she had awoken a bit late.
Sitting at the table in my boxers, I awaited to see her arrive in some lacy nightwear like she always did, but she didn't show this morning. Putting away my cereal bowl I crept around the house, hoping my mom was okay.
When I heard the sound of a shower my concern shifted to curiosity. I had never seen my mom completely nude, regardless of my many, and I do mean many, attempts to peek on her. Maybe today could be my chance?
As I crept to the door, which was surprisingly open, I glimpsed inside. There was no steam so I figured mom left the door open to let it escape. Whatever the reason I wasn't going to really question it too much. When I did see inside I saw a sight I could barely take in all at once.
My mom had her head tilted back, her yellow hair plastered to her skull. The brown eyes I was so used to getting lost in were sealed shut. Water poured from the shower head like a gentle waterfall, bouncing off of her firm and perky tits, and traveled down her smooth washboard belly.
Mom's hands, though weren't lathering soap on her fine body, but rather knuckle deep in her pussy. Pumping her fingers in and out of her hairless snatch, her primal moans filled the steamy room.
My boxers were stretched to the limit, and about to be really creamed if I didn't stop staring. I couldn't peel my eyes away, and in spite of the countless protests and red flags my brain raised, I stayed. Fortunately for me, mom never twisted or opened her eyes, but she did speed up her fingering. The digits almost went past the knuckles.
She squealed...a sound I had never heard her utter, and her knees buckled. She slammed a hand against the wall of the shower, trying to support herself as what must have been an orgasm rolled over her.
Since it seemed like my mom would be getting out of the shower soon, I tiptoed away, trying to leave without a trace. As soon as I reached my room I grabbed a box of tissues and barely got my boxers off before shooting a load from my balls and raging cock. A second, and later that day third, load followed, draining me of all my stamina.
This went on for a few more days, and so did my occasional meandering to watch her bathe. She rarely did bathe though, thankfully, mostly spending that time just masturbating, but I wasn't objecting. Yet, my loins ached for more, and I had grown tired of just a peepshow.
For some reason I caved to my primal desires and grabbed a camera I was given upon my most recent birthday. I would proceed in snapping pictures of my mom as she concerned herself only with orgasming. The pictures and movies were, at first, solely for those days that I slept in and missed the morning show. Then it occurred to me to use the pictures as blackmail.
As I sat in the kitchen, eating breakfast, my mom popped in after her morning orgasm. She was glowing and even kissed me on the forehead. I tried to remain firm though, my goal would require a strong resolve.
"Hey mom," I said, my voice a bit shaky. My hands were trembling even worse.
She lifted her head from her bowl, and gave me a beam of white. She was wearing a special pink gown, almost see through. Even her feet were covered by fuzzy slippers that also functioned as heels, quite fancy I had to admit.
"Yes pumpkin?" Mom asked in the sweetest tone a person could have. I felt so ashamed for what I was going to request.
"I...uh...well," I rambled scratching my head.
She cocked her head to the side, awaiting my response. She was always a good listener.
"Are you sick? Did you hurt yourself?" She asked with genuine concern.
"No...nothing like that," I whispered. "It's just something has been on my mind lately."
"You can tell me anything pumpkin, I won't be mad," She reassured, reaching out and wrapping her soft hands around my own.
"Well...I'll come out with it then. Mom, I have feelings for you," I blurted. It wasn't probably the best way to put it out there but there it was. Mom sat looking puzzled though, as if I said it in a foreign, alien, language.
"Care...uh...care to explain?" Her voice a bit choked.
"Mom. It's no hidden fact you're a bombshell, and well...I can't resist you," I tried desperately to explain without coming creepy, but my mom already seemed to be grasping what I was getting at.
"Oh...no...honey we can't do that. That's incest!" Mom gasped, her eyes widened. She yanked her hands away from mine, lifting them to her face.
"Mom, I'm nineteen. I know what incest is and frankly I don't care anymore what society thinks," I stated.
