A lot of things changed for me during my sophomore year of college. Like most of my peers, it was a time of sexual exploration, but unlike most of my peers, I was exploring bisexuality, cuckolding and incest. At times humiliating and at times heavenly, as my college years drew to a close at graduation, I realized I hadn't psychologically processed the earth shaking, mind blowing experiences that had changed my life forever.
As soon as I graduated and entered the workforce, I sought out a therapist to help me understand the events that transpired, and what it all means for my identity as a man, my masculinity. Of course, Mom came with me from the very beginning. We needed couples' counseling in a million different ways, many of them unique to the mother-son relationship that was the foundation of our physical love.
Luckily, we were recommended a really great and totally understanding therapist. Lisa has been totally accepting and even encouraging of our continuing romantic and sexual relationship. It was Lisa that suggested I continue to call Mom 'Mom' instead of 'Sandra', her first name. Lisa said it was important that we always keep the mother-son relationship primary. She also recommended that I write about the events that transpired, and post the story in a public place on the internet. She said she wants me to think through things and remember what happened in a public space, and she wants the feedback I receive, whether good or bad, to be incorporated into our counseling sessions. So, here goes... Please feel free to comment as much as you like.
During the summer after my freshman year of college, I lived at home and was kind of sad about my first relationship ending with my first break up earlier that spring. The first weekend I was home I saw first hand how sexy my Mom was dressing these days. Mom went out for drinks with her girlfriends dressed to kill in spandex blue jeans that show off a woman's pantie lines and curves. Dad took her out to nice restaurants and she would wear short skirts with him. Despite this though, Mom and Dad seemed to be arguing more, and I figured that had something to do with why Mom had started dressing so seductively. Either Mom was getting laid somewhere else, or she had begun dressing sexy for Dad in a last ditch effort to salvage a loving relationship with him. They had always been on the verge of divorce because of him cheating on her, but something made me think that a divorce might be coming sooner rather than later.
I knew Dad liked her change of dress at home, and I wondered if he could tell that I did too. Last Christmas he had bought a short-short red nighty for me to give her and wrapped it himself so that I didn't know what it was. It was really embarrassing for both of us when she unwrapped it under the tree Christmas morning and thanked me with a tight hug. I hadn't seen her wear it much after she tried it on for us that day, but now it had become her favorite thing to wear around the house, often without panties, I noticed. This blew my mind, and after catching her bent over a few times, I think I subconsciously became infatuated with hairy cunts and big asses.
I didn't do it on purpose, but it just started happening one night after going to bed... my feverish 20 yr old mind would dream of fucking and making love to Mom. The way she was showing off her assets around the house, I could easily see that she had very large nipples on her perky little tits. She was so sexy, short, curvy and cute. She looked amazing and what drove me crazy was that she routinely wore only a t-shirt and panties around the house, giving me non-stop eye candy, a view of the hairy cleft in the space between her thighs, that juicy spot where here ass cheeks collide with and celebrate the thick split lips of the Mommy pussy I could only imagine.
One day as we were all getting ready to go for a swim in the pool, I accidentally walked into Mom and Dad's room to find Mom laying back on the bed with her legs spread eagle, hard nipples pointing straight up, and a beautiful, dark and thick bush surrounding a slightly parted pussy, the fingers of one small hand working a swollen clit. She practically screamed, and I only had a second to memorize the beautiful vision. That was a turning point though, the day I consciously realized that my own mother was so completely and beautifully fuckable that I would do anything, absolutely anything, to return to my origin, Mom's dark, angelic and hairy pussy. A strange thing for a 20 yr old to think, but I prided myself on being a free thinker. Mom's thick ass was world class, and I was only being honest to want to let her know somehow that I appreciated it and was glad to see it everyday, as well as her beautiful face of course, and pointy perk-tits.
This was completely out of character for me, but I mention it to emphasize how completely possessed by her erotic body I was - I was literally out of my mind. So, after having briefly caught her rubbing her beautifully hairy, spread eagle pussy, later that day when we got into the pool, and while Dad was getting another beer, I swam up to her and cupped one of her a little titties and fat ass cheeks in each hand... and bit her neck from behind. She giggled, and quickly screamed and swam away. When she turned back to face me, her face was blushing bright red and she looked very unhappy with me. We were panting, in shock, out of breath, but I just laughed it off and said "Sorry." She laughed a bit too, but raised an eyebrow at me, we both flushed red, and things got back to normal.
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I give you all of this information only for background, but now the real story starts to begin. My sophomore year of college, I met the love of my life. I hadn't met many Asian girls and thought they were beautiful. Wei was the most beautiful. We met in the laundry room of our dorm. It turned out that we were hallway neighbors. We quickly became friends, and after some hesitation on her part, we became inseparable lovers. She had the same 5'4, curvy body that Mom had, and the same hairy space between her thighs, below her cunt. She was a virgin; I was her first. It was true love.
Fatefully, I also met Simon that same year in the same dorm. He was playing a guitar in the smoking area by himself. I sat down next to him and started smoking. I started up a conversation with him. Although I didn't recognize it at the time, he is a very handsome man, slightly taller than me, stronger muscles, but not a jock. He was definitely an Alpha male... the kind of artist or musician that has no problem getting beautiful women into bed with him. I even found myself wanting to endear myself to him or impress him in some ways. We quickly became best friends. When I wasn't with Wei, I was with Simon, and vice versa.
Simon was very charismatic and usually had one or more incredibly sexy girls in his life. For my part, just being alone in private with the woman I loved, being with Wei felt so perfect and beautiful. I felt truly blessed to be with her and could never imagine cheating on her. Simon on the other hand seemed to begin a new relationship long before the previous one formally ended. He was a heart breaker. Being his roommate, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was also an amazing love maker. Judging by the screams of pleasure that frequently came from a woman in Simon's bedroom, I understood why they were so devastated to see him go. He was an amazing fuck.
On the spur of the moment, after our finals were over, we went on a road trip to Branson, MO of all places. We took turns looking at porn while the other drove, and soon we were both sporting massive hardons. I've always liked to show off my free thinking side. Simon was driving my car on our way back, and I was looking at the porn. I thought to myself, "Wouldn't it be funny to jerk off really fast while he's driving?" I might have no other choice if I don't stop looking at these beautiful Vietnamese women's hairy bushes.
We had smoked a bowl a few miles back at a rest area and heard some trucker getting a blow job in a restroom stall. Maybe thats what had unconsciously pushed me into sexual overdrive when we got back in the car. When we heard it, we both looked at each other to confirm what we were hearing. The look on Simon's face told me that we were both hearing it. He was still silently laughing with me as we listened to someone's face getting fucked and gagged hard and went ahead into the stall next door to smoke some weed. Smoking with Simon somehow always seemed to be better than with other friends. We seemed to connect and really understand each other. We were into the same things. From the looks of the interior walls, this was a known cock sucking spot, and the continuing lust in the stall next door was just heating up. It was almost romantic, some how.
After he was done smoking, Simon unzipped his pants and whipped it out for a piss. I tried not to look, but heard him depositing a thick stream of piss into the urinal next to me. For a brief instant, I wondered if that meant he had a big dick, the fact that his piss stream was so loud; automatically my eyes darted down to watch him pee for a split second. I had always kind of assumed he did have a big dick since the girls got so hot with him, which is a weird thing for a straight guy to think about their best friend, I guess. Even though he caught my quick glance and started laughing AT me instead of WITH me, I obtained the information needed to satisfy my curiosity. He was hung.
With everything going on, I was having stage fright and couldn't pee, so when Simon left, I got in the squatting position, hoping that peeing like a girl would unbottle the unbearable pressure. As luck would have it, the stall didn't lock at all, and I could still hear the guys next door going at it, brutally and obscenely. A shiver went up my spine as I thought about the potential danger of lingering here very long - I might just get a cock unleashed in my face. I pushed, and an almost orgasmic blast of streaming piss shot into the commode. It felt like my relief was a balloon that had been emptied, and oddly my dick immediately got hard when I finished. The sounds of a man's orgasm as he pumped cum into a faggots mouth and throat filled my ears, and I got fucking hard.
Back in the car, after a few miles, I went ahead and told Simon I was going to jerk off, so don't look. He was shocked at first and said No, but stared at my dick when I pulled it out. He slowly started laughing. I was hard, but I guess he thought I was small. I didn't care, I just wanted to bust a nut, and thats exactly what I did in about 5 minutes flat.
After I clean myself up, I notice the car swerving a few times and see that Simon decided he needed some relief too. With a cigarette in one hand, and his dick in the other, the steering wheel wasn't getting enough priority. I told him "Pull the fuck over dude, you're going to get us killed!"
