M/S Kissing Story submitted to Literotica.

I’ve always been a momma’s boy. My mother usually did the dishes and cooked dinner for us. When I was very young, I got into a routine of clinging to the back of her legs and her waist while she worked in the kitchen. As I grew taller, I started squeezing her midsection from behind as a hug. Our kitchen time became shorter and shorter but more and more intimate. By the time I moved out at 18, my routine was: I would come in from school, make sure no one was around, walk up behind my mom and press her backside to me. I was taller than her at this point, so my cock would rest on the waist of her jeans. I could smell her perfume and her soft skin on mine. We’d never dare dry-hump or grind for fear of acknowledging the line we were so close to crossing, but I think we both enjoyed the routine closeness.

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I liked to compliment my mom on the smell of the food and after holding her for some time, I would always kiss her full cheek before going to my room to frantically jerkoff and fantasize about my kissing my mother. I always aimed a little too close to the mouth, hoping to “accidentally” get a corner of her sweet lips. I love kissing deep into my mother’s cheeks. We weren’t very affectionate outside of our kitchen squeezes and cheek-kisses, and I wished we were. I thought about kissing her on the mouth all the time, but because it wasn’t something that we normally did, it felt like an awkward thing to just start doing in my teens. So I settled for full, deep cheek kisses and my mom would oblige, sticking her cheek out and puckering her lips. She seemed to enjoy when we had sneaky corner of the mouth kisses, seemingly trying to instigate contact with her son’s mouth.

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We enjoyed our daily routine until I moved out. I thought about our hugs all the time. I thought my mom used to not only press her body into me, but squish her ass into my crotch specifically. She’d never move around, but it always seemed like her ass was pushing back into our embrace.

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I was tortured by my incestuous fantasies for years. I had sex with college girlfriends and when the lights were dark or they weren’t looking, I would mouth “mom” under my breathe. I would imagine it was her lips I was kissing when my eyes were closed. I would convince older women to indulge in my mother-son roleplay with most of the intensity and depravity I wanted to enjoy with my own mother. I would tell them it’s “more about the dynamic” knowing that it wasn’t: I wanted my own mother. I called them by my mother’s name and had them say mine back to me in between breathless passionate kisses. When I was feeling particularly adventurous, I went as far as trading intense “I love you!”s in between long kisses with “mother and son”. It was hot, but it wasn’t quite the real deal. I still thought of our time clinging together in the kitchen.

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I never thought anything would happen. Until last December, I came home for the holidays and my mom was working on dinner when I arrived. I saw my first chance, since moving out, to be alone with her in our familiar spot and I took it. I walked up behind where she was working at the sink, wrapped my arms around her waist, glued my cock to her ass and rested my head on her shoulder so that our cheeks were just barely touching. I did not imagine it this time: she was pressing her ass into my cock.

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I whispered through the locks of hair close to her ear, “I missed our time spent close like this.”

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“Mmm.. Me too.” Mom was softly holding my hands to her belly, enjoying the taboo contact with her son. “I used to feel so cherished when we stood like this. Like the perfect end to my day.” She then presented her cheek in the same way she used to, and I hungrily accepted. I kissed her cheek deeply and I swore that when I did, her hips gave the tiniest jolt toward me. She lifted her hand up and caressed the back of my head as we clung to each other, neither of us daring to move any more.

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Then, she did something that she did not usually do. She turned her face towards mine and took her turn kissing my cheek deeply. Because of how close we were, it was a little messy and my mother just barely kissed the corner of my mouth. I then kissed her back. We began taking turns giving and accepting deep cheek kisses, progressively getting closer to full lip-kisses.

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We got lost in a frenzy, and together began dry humping wildly. In between breathless kisses we whispered excuses for our inappropriate behavior.

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“It’s ok for mothers and sons to kiss and hug…We don’t have to tell anyone what we do in private….We are just showing affection, that’s all…”

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We were leading to our first kiss in private when someone knocked on the front door. We were taken out of our haze by my aunt and uncle arriving for dinner, which I nearly forgot about. My mom kissed my cheek once more and then went to get the door. I nearly sprinted into the bathroom to relieve myself, fantasizing intensely and vividly about kissing my mom. I can’t believe we did that, I can’t believe that she wants me the same way. I’m praying that it wasn’t a one time thing and that she doesn’t regret it.

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Dinner went by without incident. I kept trying to make eye contact with my mom but she was not having it. I don’t know if she was trying to play it cool or if she might truly regret what we began. I was going crazy trying to think of a way to get her alone. I wimped out and spent the rest of the night sipping a beer on the couch.

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When it was time for the dinner guests to leave, everyone was making cordial goodbyes. We were not an overly affectionate family in general, so hugs and handshakes usually sufficed, sometimes the odd cheek kiss. I knew that I could get away with one more kiss on the cheek with my mom. Maybe she would even return the favor again.

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I went around the room making goodbyes until I came to my mother at the door. I leaned in and hugged her and squeezed her to me. I kissed her cheek deeply again, and while I was enjoying her scent and her soft face, she whispered 3 words into my ear that electrified me. “Kiss me, Ben.” Hearing my mother say my name and ask me to fulfill what had been my fantasy for so long sent me over the edge. I lost any concept of where we were and how passionately we were still clinched together. I leaned my head back, ignoring that our family members were still around us, and I planted a deliberate lip-kiss on my mom.

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We pressed our lips together lovingly with a soft, satisfying sound on release. We hovered after the kiss with our lips just barely touching and looked into each other’s eyes while in soft embrace. I said “I love you mom.”, intimately floating every syllable between our mouths. It was longer than what was appropriate, and if I wasn’t sure of that, our family’s reaction was a giveaway. Everyone watched and shifted uncomfortably, most of them thinking the same thing, but all too afraid to make the accusation. We were mother and son after all, even though we don’t usually kiss, why shouldn’t we?

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I reluctantly let go of my mother and everyone eventually finished their goodbyes. I couldn’t believe that we just had our first real kiss in front of everyone. If that was what she would do in front of our entire family, I could not imagine what she was willing to do alone.

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