How My Mom (51F) and I (25M) Became a Couple

Apologies for rambling with the backstory but figured it was helpful context:

Never talked about this with anyone but needed to get this off my chest. My dad wasn’t around growing up so it was just my mom and I. We weren’t some poor family abandoned by dad. My grandfather has a couple successful businesses that my mom worked for so we were fine growing up.

I was a pretty normal kid, played sports, did well in school, etc. Dated a little bit in high school but I really saw how possessive my mom could be at this age because she always found negative things to say about the girls I went out on dates with. I never told her about them but she found out thru the grapevine. She’s like the damn CIA smh lol

My mom is def a milf. A classic Italian mom with nice boobs, good ass, and smooth, soft skin with the jet black hair. I stroked my cock to her all the time growing up. She always dressed in yoga pants and a tank top around the house so nothing too sexy but enough to let my imagination run wild. She was overly affectionate. Always gave long lasting hugs while telling me she loved me. I never let go, always loved feeling her boobs nice and close. She always gave me kisses on the lips. When I was little they were pecks but as I got older, I held the kisses a little longer. She enjoyed it too.

She’s always been insecure and a lonely person. She never dated anyone while I was growing up. She could def get dates but chose not too. She always felt better with me at home.

When it was time to go to college, I wanted to get out of my bubble and have the ability to breathe a little. I went to school out of state and only saw her over Christmas break my freshman year. She begged me throughout the year to consider transferring locally and living at home. She told me she was miserable without me in her life. She’s been known to be pretty good at guilting people so I didn’t think much of it. However, when my grandmother told me she noticed a change in her when I went away to school, that’s when I felt bad.

I’d been planning for awhile for a chat we’d inevitably have where she’d be so over the top in pleading for me to stay home. I told myself that whenever we’d have that convo, make sure I had some liquid courage in me and I could just tell her the only way I stay is if she assumes a role of a gf/wife. Sounds crazy, but my thinking was 1) she’ll always love me no matter what I say about anything and 2) she won’t tell anyone that I want to start fucking her.

At that point, I figured I literally had nothing to lose. I just needed the guts to say it which is why I reference the liquid courage above.

We were drinking on the patio in the middle of the summer one evening (yes, underage wine drinking haha but she didn’t care) and she predictably brought up me staying home and commuting to a local college while living at home. I figured this was a point where I should just take charge and not dance around the subject.

I basically told her that she was asking me to sacrifice the college experience and how I’d never be able to date since she hates every girl I’ve ever spent time with. She just laughed but told me how she takes such good care of me. At that moment I just told her that if I were to come home permanently, since I know I wasn’t going to probably ever be able to move out without drama/hysterics down the line, I wanted her to be my gf and wanted that kind of relationship/dynamic.

She gave me the biggest wide-eyed look in the world lol. Seemed like she held that expression for hours. I normally would’ve felt so awkward, but again, wine is a hell of an invention. She started saying things like how would that even work? We discussed it for what was probably a couple hours. To her credit, she never made me feel crazy for asking. She was clearly in shock but I could tell that she was in “maybe” territory and I just had to reiterate that we had so much love for each other and incredible chemistry and how it would be perfect. I knew I could convince her although we left that convo without a hard “yes.”

We went back inside since it was bedtime. I started going back to my room but she said that if we’re going to do this, she wanted me sleeping in her bed. I went into her bed while she washed her face, brushed her teeth, etc. Def a few awkward minutes there. She got into bed facing me and just staring. I don’t think any of us really knew what to say. I remember telling her “I just want you to know that I think you’re the sweetest, kindest, and sexiest woman on earth and if we can’t be together now, then I’ll just spend my entire life trying to find a carbon copy of you.”

She clearly loved hearing this and we started making out which led to sex. The chemistry was there and we were both into it. Thankfully I didn’t nut in like 10 sec, it lasted a good while. The next morning we had sex again before breakfast in bed. I woke up and she was about to. She woke up and was like hey hubby. I started caressing her breasts and told her I wanted her so bad. She started giving me head and then got on top and rode me. I was stunned that nothing was awkward the next day. It went as good as I hoped.

It’s been like this for 4 years now. She’s essentially my wife at this point. I def have urges to be with other women and think about it a lot, but my mom is exactly my type and a sure thing. I also know there is no chance of me leaving home without a fight lol.

I guess this is what I’ve settled for. I can’t complain, she cooks, cleans, fucks me, etc. Maybe someday there will be an opening to see someone else, but for now, it’s mom and I.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x0qzu2/how_my_mom_51f_and_i_25m_became_a_couple