A Mother’s Diary – Entry 04 – Teaching My Son to Kiss – [FM][M/s][incest][mom son][kissing][tease]

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After last night, when I touched myself while thinking and fantasising about my son, I still couldn’t get over the fact that I thought about him in such a sexual, lustful way. I mean, the kiss on New Years and what I did at the ice cream shop, it was all just harmless fun, I thought. But last night, I think I discovered that I had feelings for my son. Wow. Just writing it down brings up feelings of both arousal and guilt. I need to figure out my conflicted feelings.

But from my past interactions with him, I gather that he’s too shy to actually make a move on me or say anything to me; I am his *mother* after all. How do I get him to come out of his shell? I’d love for him to be more confident around me, around girls in general. You’d think he would be with me and his sister in the house.

Actually. I have an idea now of how to approach him. I’m just gonna go and try it now, no point in waiting. I’m nervous about how he’s going to react and how *I’m* going to react too. But I have to try, at least. I’ll update this diary entry with what whatever happens.

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Okay, so I’m back. Basically, I went over to his room. I was so nervous that I completely forgot to knock. I just opened the door. Here’s how it all went.

“Hey, Ryan. I just wanted to talk to you ab-”. I was speechless. I had caught him masturbating. He had a porn video on his phone, by the looks of things. Not wanting him to feel more uncomfortable than he already was, I exited his room and closed the door while he recomposed himself. It was during those two minutes that I decided on how to get through to him.

I fixed up my hair, licked my lips to make sure my lipstick was wet, unbuttoned my blouse to show off some cleavage, dusted my jeans and prepared to go back in.

“You can come in now, Mom.” Ryan had a dishevelled look on his face as he sat on the side of his bed. He couldn’t even make eye contact with me. I felt so sorry for him. He must have been so embarrassed and ashamed.

“Thanks, Ryan. I just wanted to talk with you about… girls.” I walked over and sat beside him on the bed. At least now he was kind of looking at me. I placed my hand on his leg, in a caring way at first. He ever so slightly edged away from me. “I noticed recently, that you’re very shy when it comes to interacting with women, like me for example, especially when things get… intimate, for lack of a better word.”

“Umm. I guess.” He managed to respond. As he spoke, I gripped a little tighter into his inner thigh and I slowly moved my hand closer and closer towards his crotch area. He kept looking at what I was doing, then back at me, and so on. At some point, he noticed my cleavage was on display while looking around – I guess I was inviting him to stare with the unbuttoned top I had on as he held is stare for a while.

“I’d like to start with kissing. A mother, no sorry, a girl can always tell if… Listen, if you’re a great kisser, a girl is much more likely to have sex with you.” I noticed he was getting hard and appeared to be uncomfortable. I slowly dragged my hand away from his crotch to make him feel more at ease.

“What do you mean?” Aww. He looked so puzzled and a little scared. It was really cute, actually.

“Well. First you have to get used to girls kissing you. So, I’m now just going to kiss you, little pecks on your cheeks, that’s all. Are you okay with that? Do you want Mommy to give you lots of kisses, Sweetie?” At last, he moved his eyes away from my tits and up to my face, but he still didn’t make eye contact. He must have been so nervous. I started moving my hand back towards his crotch, but not as slow this time.

“Uh. Sure. Whatever.” My hand was covering his hard dick and balls. I squeezed a little to see what size he was. I was impressed. My son was hard for me, his *Mom*. He wanted me so, so badly. It was obvious.

I must say, I was blushing a little, probably as red-faced as he was. “Okay. Are you ready?” I noticed he nodded a little so I started to softly caress his face, tilting his head upwards so I was looking at him directly in the eyes.

I leaned in towards him and placed a soft, wet kiss on his left cheek. I let it linger for a minute and didn’t press too hard either. I moved back to check if he was still okay. Before I leaned in again, I bit my lip and winked at him for reassurance. My soft, wet lips pressed into his right cheek. I smiled at him. It felt so good to care for him like this. I felt so much love for him.

His face was so red, my lipstick marks were barely even visible, haha. I looked at him to see if he was okay. “Mommy’s not making you feel uncomfortable, is she?” He nodded as if to say no, clearly at a loss for words.

I leaned in a bit quicker this time, giving multiple kisses one cheek, making sure to leave lipstick marks over his face. I let out a quick moan too for every kiss. I turned his head and kept kissing him on the other cheek. He was now smothered in red lipstick and he probably didn’t even know, haha.

At last, I thought it was time for a good French kiss, like one I gave him on New Year’s, but better. I placed my hand on each of his cheeks, slowly, softly rubbing my thumb over my lipstick marks. “Now, my dear son. You know what comes next, don’t you?”

I held back for a moment, questioning what I was about to do. Ignoring my thoughts, I moved in and pressed my lips together to meet his. I could feel his lips tremble as I pressed against them. I moved my hand towards the back of his head and slipped my tongue in and began swirling it around his mouth. I started to feel myself get carried away. My nipples were hard and I could feel my panties were wet.

To end the kiss, I bit his lip and laughed a little, then moved back to recompose myself and to give him some more advice. “Honey, you’re supposed to move your tongue around too. Can you do that for Mommy? Give it a try, at least.”

I barely gave my son time to prepare. Like I said, I couldn’t help myself. I pushed him so he was lying down on his bed and I climbed on top of him, straddling him. There was something so wrong about this, it was a thought that popped up as things progressed. I started to feel a little bad. Was this going too far? I hesitated for a slight moment, before continuing on.

I could feel his hard dick pressed against me. I began kissing him again, and when he began moving his tongue around, it became a very passionate kiss between us, between mother and son.

But just as things were getting heated, even though I could tell we both wanted this, an overwhelming wave of guilt and shame consumed me. What was I *doing*? This was my *son*? I’m his mother, I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards him. I shouldn’t be doing these things. I was confused and conflicted.

He must have picked up on how I felt as he sat up and asked me if everything was okay. I sat there beside him, pressing my fingers against my lips in disbelief. But I didn’t want my son to worry. “Everything’s fine, Sweetheart.” I caressed his face with my hand again. “That’s it for today. And emm, you should clean your face. Mommy got lipstick all over it. Sorry.”

I got up to leave but turned back to him with a cheeky smirk on my face. “You can get back to… you know. Sorry for interrupting that.”

That’s all I could say. That’s basically what happened. I’ve a lot of thinking to do.

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