So a little background. My mother came from a wealthy and prominent family in Scotland, her father actually held the title ‘Baron’ and we are also descended from one of the Stuart Kings (I think Charles II). When my mother was 15/16 she began a relationship with a student at a local college, who was 20/21, at age 16 my mother became pregnant with me. My grandfather was obviously very upset but the thought of abortion never seemed to cross anyone’s mind, probably because of their staunch Catholicism. My mother had me when she was 16 and soon after moved in with my father, they lived together for 2 years until he suddenly died from a brain anyeurism. My mother was of course very upset, she moved back in with her father for 2 years until she told him that she couldn’t stand to live in Scotland anymore and wanted to move to America, she told him she would find a job and support herself and I, but while her father was hesitant at first but he eventually gave my mother his wished but he asked that she not work and instead he would buy her a house and give her a monthly income on the premise that she’d find a husband. My grandfather did not think this would be difficult as my mother is very beautiful, she had curly ginger hair, with milky fair skin, green eyes, lucious red lips. She also had a beautiful figure, she was 5’6 with a long neck, curvy, with 32DD breasts.
I was four when we moved, and I was six when I started school at the prestigious local k-12 private school. But when we first moved to America, my mother had no friends and never socialized, she spent all of her time with me. When I started school she began to make friends with the parents at the school, she began to socialize more with other parents, she joined the clubs that wealthy house-wives joined but she never had a man in her life, she was still very much hung up over the death of my father, and she still loved him she never dated any other men because her husband was dead, and she was still his wife. Of course this caused conflict with her father, but my mother had received a large inheritance from her aunt and was no longer financially dependent on her father, he’d still send money though. Me and my mother were now living a very comfortable in America and my mother had no obligations to marry.
Me and my mother had a very open relationship from the beginning, I had always slept in bed with her and there were no problems with being naked in front of each other. We’d even often bathe or shower together. This all changed though when I was 11, when I was eleven I began to have my first real sexual urges, I had also noticed pubic hair around my testicles which scared me at the time. I began to stop being naked in front of my mother, because I was afraid she’d see the pubic hairs growing. I was ashamed in my new desires and changes, most boys my age hadn’t made any noticeable physical changes but I had grown to where I was nearly my mother’s height.
One night would change everything though. As me and my mother got in bed I had noticed how little she wore to sleep, she wore a silk, almost see-through, night gown with only panties underneath. She was sitting up in the bed putting lotion on her arms as I noticed he ample cleavage and how up-right her beasts were, they weren’t saggy and they were high on her chests. I could see her nipples’ imprints through the gown, and I remember becoming erect, realizing how sexy my mother was. That next morning I remember her getting up and putting on her work-out clothes, I pretended to be asleep but would open my eyes ever so slightly to see her take off her gown and put on a sports’ bra, her back was faced toward me so I could only see her ass as she put on her bra, but I then realized how nice her ass was, it was large but firm, milky white like the rest of her body with a few brown freckles and very smooth, her panties were mostly in between he cheeks so I had a good view. Her legs were also stunning, no cellulite, and long and toned. After she got back from her morning jog she had taken a shower in the bathroom in our bedroom, but she apparently forgot her towel, believing I was asleep, she walked, naked and wet out of the bathroom to get a towel. I saw her wet, naked, body for the first time since I had these desires, her nipples were pink and small, she had a little ginger pubic hair on her vagina and her stomach was slim. It was at that point, that morning, that I had realized I wanted to have sex with my mother.
My new feelings towards my mother caused me shame, and I would sleep farther away from her in the bed, but she noticed and would enquire as to why I was sleeping farther away, but I would just tell her that I didn’t mean to and I would sleep closer to her. I felt as though she needed me to sleep with her like I needed her, I couldn’t sleep alone so I didn’t think she could and I would get closer to her in order to remove any doubts of me sleeping in my own bed. My mother also had begun remarking on my growth, telling me that I look and acted just like my father. My sexual urges continued to grow and in the summer going into 7th grade (I was still eleven, my birthday is in August), they began to give me increasing frustration. I would become agitated and moody and my mother took notice. My mother decided to give me the ‘talk’ one night, while in bed, and part of that was masturbation. She asked me if I knew what it was, I told her I had heard of it but didn’t know what it was, she then told me what it was and that it is normal, that both genders do it, and that it can relieve a lot of stress I might be having. That night I went into the bathroom to masturbate, and I of course masturbated to my mother, after I had finished I went back to bed, when I entered the bed, my mother told me that I didn’t have to use the bathroom and that I could do it in the bed, I told her that wasn’t what I was doing and she just smirked.
That summer was perhaps when our relationship began. Me and my mother grew even closer after I learned to deal with my urges. I remember working outside with her on the garden, seeing her sweaty cleavage and getting an erection. I would sleep close to her so I could smell her morning scent. My mother made more remarks about my puberty and how I was the ‘spitting’ image of my father physically and how I was kind and smart like him. There were no locks on our bathroom doors, so my mother would often come in while I was showering, saying she needed to retrieve something, she would usually mock me, saying “Sorry for interrupting your masturbation” and one time I’m sure she took a glance at my cock, other times I had only suspections. One night we were watching our favorite television show, and she wanted to spoon, I obliged, of course, but my crotch was on her ass because of our similar heights, I kept attempting to re-adjust but she’d just re-adjust so her ass was on my crotch once again, I couldn’t help but get an erection. At one point it seemed as though she was grinding on me every so slightly, at that point I knew she realized I had an erection, she made a comment, asking me if I found one of the girls on the show pretty, implying that’s how I had gotten my erection, I told her no. She then asked if I was having any thoughts about girls, I kept in denial, she the told me I could relieve myself if I wanted, I told her I didn’t need to. She didn’t answer but continued to grind ever so slightly, I decided to get up and go to the bathroom but she the said she new what I was going to do and I should just do it in the bed. I obliged as I got back in the bed and began masturbating under the sheets, she told me I could just use the sheets to clean up, and that’s what I did when I finished. After I came I began spooning her again, eventually we fell asleep in that position. I would now masturbate regularly at night in the bed, I thought we had just a very open relationship, we ended the awkwardness of being naked in front of each other and would sometimes shower together. Towards the end of the summer I had begun spooning my mother regularly, sometimes when I was sure she was asleep I would feel her up and masturbate, at first it was just a little touching but eventually it became full on petting and I would not care if I was sure she was asleep, just as long as her eyes were closed. I would sometimes cum on her gown, secretly hoping she would say something about it. And eventually she did confront me.
I had turned twelve now and one day, after school my mom confronted me about cumming on her gown. But she only asked that I tried not to do it as she didn’t want to have to wash her gown every night, she treated it as if it was an accident, but I’m sure she knew it wasn’t. That night, we were both in bed, lights out and attempting to sleep. She asked me if I was awake and I told yes, and asked her what she wanted. She told me that I might be having ‘wet dreams’ and that’s how her gown was getting cum on it. She told me that I should masturbate before I went to bed and I obliged, I began jacking off and after a few minutes my mother asked me if I was having trouble, I told her that I wasn’t, and she then asked if I needed help quickly getting off, I again told her no but she then suggested that I use lotion. I told her I had never thought of that, she turned on the lights and got her bedside bottle of lotion. She then took the covers off of me revealing my erect cock, she looked at me with a smile and told me that a lubricant would really help. She put some lotion on my penis and then began stroking it ,”See honey, like this” she said demonstratively. My mother was giving me a hand job and I came very quickly after she began stroking my cock. I had one of my largest loads and a lot of it went on her hand, she wiped her hand off on the sheets and then wiped the cum off of me. I looked at her shocked and she just smiled and turned off the lights.
This is where our relationship became sexual. I was now taller than her and looked very much like my father. She made it apparent she was taking notice of me feeling her up on some nights and she asked me I thought she was attractive, I told her I thought she was beautiful, and that I had told her that before and sincerely meant it. She then clarified and asked if I was sexually attracted to her, my gut reaction was to lie, but I instead told her that I was very sexually attracted to her. She told me I shouldn’t be ashamed of being attracted to her and that it’s ultimately not my choice who I’m attracted too. She would keep talking about my sexual feelings for her, even calling it natural that a son would be attracted to his mother regardless of what she looked like. She told me she didn’t mind if I felt her up on occasion, but only on occasion, and that like everything moderation is important. So a few nights a week I would feel her up and masturbate, if I got too close to an area that was ‘sensitive’ she would stop me, one time I had felt her breasts and felt her nipples erect of course she told me that was a sensitive area but eventually there became no sensitive areas and I would even go under her gown to touch her skin and after that feel up her bare breasts. She told me that me being sexual with her and even engaging in sexual activities wasn’t a bad thing and that it’s only a societal taboo. She would tell me stories about how in the days of old peasant mothers would regularly have sex with their sons to keep a lid on their sexuality, and then she would tell me stories of noble women who had relations with their sons and then Kings who had relationships with their mothers. My mother would become aroused when I fondled her and she would not hide it anymore, she began to fondle her self while I was fondling her, often moaning and masturbating with me. However, she would not let me touch her bare vagina or her bare ass as she said I was too young for that level of sexual contact.
My mother would make rules about our sexual activity but we would always end up breaking them. I’d fondle her nightly, but only sometimes would she appear to enjoy it. One night while I was fondling her and she was masturbating I went in to kiss her, we began tongue kissing as we would each masturbate eventually she’d let me go down further, and I’d finger her vagina while we passionately kissed. We were very nearly having sex but we were not having sex, she again said I was too young for sex and would not allow my bare cock to come to close to her bare vagina. The summer going into 8th grade she began giving me oral, sucking my cock and balls. There would be days during the summer where all we’d do is fool around in bed, initially it was okay for her to give me blowjobs but not okay for me to give her oral, but one summer day while fooling around she allowed me after I had practically begged. I started by kissing her beasts, and I remember the slight musty smell of her armpits as I kissed her breasts, I moved up to her armpits and then her neck and stomach, I began to finger her vagina while kissing her stomach I looked up at her for the okay to go down on her and she nodded. I began by kissing her vagina and then went full on oral, she guided me and eventually, that day, I made her orgasm through oral. We would give each other oral only a few times a month as I could only do it when my mother was really in the mood. But every time was better than the last, usually she would begin sucking my cock and I would begin by kissing her ass and thighs and then eating her out. I didn’t want to cum in my mother’s mouth, so when I was ready to cum I’d cum on her breasts. She would lick my cum and tell me how good it tasted, sometimes she wouldn’t even clean it off her breasts she would just rub the cum on them, in the morning she would smell of sweat and my cum which had dried on her breasts and stomach. Other times she’d have me cum on her face and it would get in her hair, she loved it when I came on her face even though I didn’t particularly like it and thought it was degrading toward her.
It was now a few weeks into my 8th grade year and it was my thirteenth birthday. I had now fully grown into a man, I was only a few inches taller than my mother but I looked as if I was an adult. My birthday was on a weekday, so I decided not have a party and just celebrated it with a few of my close friends and mother. The night of my birthday I expected for my mother let me give her oral, but that night while I was in bed, my mother came in wearing her usual nightgown but with nothing under it and her hair in a bun. She smiled at me and told me that I was now a man. She took of her gown revealing her beautiful, clean shaven body. She then told me to sit up as she took my boxers off and began stroking my cock, getting me erect while we kissed, she then stopped kissing me and put her hands on my shoulders, looked me in my eyes and put my positioned my cock in her warm, tight vagina. She moaned as she sat on it, she then began slightly riding it, her beasts and armpits in my face, I was already about to cum and told her, she told me she wanted to feel my warm seed inside her and began riding it faster. I came and she moaned when she felt my warm cum inside her and continued. I was still erect but now my mother was riding my cock harder and faster, her breasts gyrating up and down in front of my face. I put my hands on her ass as she rode me. As she rode me her skin began to have a light coat of perspiration, until she was sweating. As she was riding me her sweaty breasts were now up pressed up against my chest and she put her arms around me, and I began kissing her sweaty shoulders, then armpits than we began tongue kissing. She came soon after and so did I for the second time after feeling her warm cum on my cock. I remember her shaking a little when she orgasmed. The only noise she made during sex was the slight moan when she orgasmed. “You’re truly a man now.” She whispered as she got up, smiling at me. She walked into the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but stare at her large ass which was shining with sweat and her thigh which had cum dripping down it as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She soon after came out of the bathroom, still naked and sweaty, she laid down on the bed asking if I had enjoyed my first time, I told her it was greater than I could have imagined and how I was so glad that I lost my virginity to her and not some random. She was very pleased, I then asked her if she had enjoyed it, and she began to tell me how wonderful it was feeling so close to her son and how pleasurable my cock is. We went to sleep spooning that night, both naked, my warm cock was between her sweaty ass cheeks. Me and my mother were now in a full on sexual relationship.
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Part 2: Me and my mother now had an incredible relationship. Not only were we sexually active with each other and mother and son, but she was my best friend. I loved her as a mother, as a lover and as a friend. We would tend the garden together, go to the gym together, go shopping together, we were very close. The only thing is that we had to keep our sexual relationship secret. My friends would often ridicule me for my close relationship with my mother, sometimes they would jokingly say that I had sex with her. They would tell me how hot they thought my mother was and I had to act disgusted at what they were saying but I of course agreed. My mother was not the scandalous type, she dressed very conservatively, rarely wearing revealing clothing. Nobody really suspected anything between me and my mother, but we were unusually close for a mother and son.
At first we would have sex once a week sometimes not at all in a week. But as we had more sex we began to find out how to pleasure each other more, when I was 14 and in highschool we would have sex usually 2-3times a week, sometimes less sometimes more. She wasn’t very lustful as I imagine other women to be, when she wanted to make love she only wanted to make it with me and only me. Me and my father were the only two lovers she ever had. When me and my mother were out I never heard her make a comment about another man or glance at another man. The deep love she had for my father, she now had for me. But it wasn’t only in lust.
Every night me and my mother slept in the same bed with me usually spooning her. I had a room just for appearances, but I always slept with my mother when we were home. She would still wear a silk night gown with only panties, and sometimes she wouldn’t even wear the gown. Our house was large and our bedroom was on the second floor and at the back of the house. It had a lot of large windows, but we leaved on a large piece of land so to be able to see inside of it you’d have to be trespassing deep within our property. The land we lived on contained a pool and a jacuzzi which me and my mother would use often, we would play around in the pool and it was thrilling, being outside with our secret.
When I was sixteen my sex drive was at the beginning of it’s peak. My mother, who was now only 32, would also have bouts of lust. One summer when I was sixteen, me and my mother went to a family re-union being held in a large house on the coast of Italy. At the re-union was my mother’s parent’s and my mother’s five siblings and their children, 4 of which were women and all of my mom’s sister’s were older than her. The oldest being 45, 13 years older than my mother. Me and my mother were of course given separate rooms to sleep in and while it was not normal for us to sleep in separate beds, we were okay with sleeping in different rooms. Most of my cousins were around my age and we got along just fine, but I spent most of the time with my mother even though I tried to spend it with my cousins, I didn’t get along with them as well as I got along with my mother. In the morning me and my mother would go jogging on the beach then we’d go to a bathhouse not too far from the house. The bathhouse was usually pretty empty and had many rooms, one of which was private. Me and my mother didn’t ever reserve the private room, but we would often be completely naked in the bathhouse, which was not uncommon. We would kiss and fondle each other a little if no one was around at the bathhouse but not much else. Day four of the vacation and I really wanted to have sex with my mother, and I could tell that being in Italy had made her lustful. We satisfied most of our urges at the bath house, but I still craved raw sex. That day we decided to go to the beach, just the two of us initially, but my aunt(39) and her daughter(14) wanted to go as well. My mother is wearing a bikini with a light dress on top. The bikini is perhaps a little too small and barely covers her breasts. We leave for the beach and take a separate car from my aunt. We get to the beach and it isn’t crowded but it is very sunny and hot. We set up a tent which gives us shade from the sun, but also a surface that isn’t sandy or wet. My mother takes her dress of and lays out on the beach, my aunt and cousin do the same. My mother then lays on her stomach and asks me to put tanning lotion on her. I oblige and begin putting the lotion on her, beginning with her upper back. My aunt looks at me strangely, but I thought it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I begin lathering her lower back and sides, my aunt is taking glances at me putting lotion on my mother, I begin to lather her legs, beginning with her calves and then her thighs, I then lather has ass cheeks, and at this point my cousin and aunt are giving us weird looks, I realize this and stop. My mother’s fair body is now shining because of the coat of lotion on her. I can’t help but take glances at her shining ass. My aunt and cousin decide to go into the water, leaving me and my mother alone on the sand, my aunt and cousin are out in the water for a while and seem to be enjoying themselves. Me and my mother decide to go into the tent, the tent doesn’t close so we are still out in the open. My mother decides to lay out in front of me and I stroke her thigh, going underneath her bikini a few times, my mother doesn’t object and I go further, fingering her vagina while I look out making sure my aunt and cousin aren’t coming our way. I begin to get an erection but then see my aunt and cousin walking our way, I immediately stop. My mother gets up decides to take her top off, revealing her breasts. I ask my mother why she took her top and she said that she can be topless in Italy, it’s not taboo. My aunt comes back and also questions my mother, my mother gives the same answer. I still have an erection from earlier and I think my aunt notices it. Eventually we leave the beach to go home, my mother puts on her light dress but nothing else. We begin to drive back to the house. I tell my mother how turned on I am and plead with her to pull over so she and I can have sex. She says she’s horny too, but doesn’t know where we could pull over that is secluded enough. We drive down the beach in hopes for a secluded area and we find one, she drives the car onto the beach into the secluded rocky area, we both get into the back seat and take off our clothes, the back seat is small and we barely fit. My mother’s body is sweaty and the back seat has a musty smell. My mother starts off by sucking my cock, after she is finished and I am hard I start to lick her asshole, she moans as I lick her asshole, I then begin eating her out as I fondle her breasts. I then asks if she’s ready, to which she nods. I put my cock in her vagina and begin thrusting. She is in the doggy position and her large ass is gyrating in front of me as I thrusts faster and faster, she is moaning as I fuck her, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. I grab her breasts as we fuck, our sweaty body’s clapping against each other, she tells me she’s about to cum, I tell her I am close too and I ask where she wants me to cum, she tells me to cum on her ass and not inside her. She orgasms and I then pull out and cum on her ass, I cover her ass with my white cum, I grab a beach towel and wipe the cum off, we both hurriedly put our clothes back on and go back to the house. My mom and I are both very sweaty and arrived thirty minutes later than my aunt. My aunt asks us where we have been and my mother just tells her we looked at some of the sights.
That night the whole family went to dinner at a very fine restaruarant in the city. My mother wore a white dress which revealed some cleavage and showed off her curvy figure. She was definitely the prettiest of her sisters. My aunts made comments about me and my mother’s close relationship. Perhaps they suspected something was up, or perhaps they were just jealous of my mother’s looks and youth. Not only is my mother naturally more beautiful than her sister’s but also looks much younger than she actually is. Later that night when we were back from dinner my mother shared with me their comments and told me that we need to be more careful and not do anything for the rest of the vacation. But we found that the thrill was very exciting.
The next morning, me and my mother wake up early to go running, my mother wears a tanktop, which reveals a lot of her milky cleavage, and short shorts. After the run we headed over to the bathhouse. We go to the room in the very back, the least visited. We get into the bath and find it impossible to keep our hands off each other, I fondle her in the warm bath water as she strokes my cock, we kiss passionately as we fondle each other. We then get out and she starts sucking my cock as I sit on the side, I finger her as she sucks my cock, but while keeping an eye out for anybody. Literally nobody was at the bathhouse this early so we were free. I eventually cum on her breasts and we leave. When we got back most people were up from bed, they asked where we went and we told them we went to go running and then the bathhouse. I spent the rest of the day and vacation with my cousins, while my mother spent it with her sisters. When we arrived home we had sex all day.