Yes, I am a motherfucker. I love to fuck my mum. And she loves getting fucked by me. 32 year old me is addicted to doing it with her. With her only. As often as anyhow possible. She is my 51 year old dream woman. We both are lovers first, mother and son second.
But it wasn’t always that way between the two of us. For the bigger part of my life she just was my mother. And nothing else. As it should be. But as every relationship changes with time, so did the one between my mom and me. Here I am going to tell you the tale how it all began. How mom and I fell for each other. And how we finally landed in bed for the first time.
The kick off for everything was when my father, my moms husband for over 20 years, left our family home. He wasn’t into mom anymore. For him she was nothing more but than a roommate. The sexual attraction was gone for him. So it just was a matter of time until he found another woman. A hot 20 year old girl got his attention. They two began to see each other, they two fell for each other, dad got her pregnant and so he moved out to start a new family with her.
Mom was devastated when it happened. It destroyed her. He was the man of her life – at least up to that point in life. He was her everything. The news of him leaving, the news of him betraying her with a 20 year old girl, it nuked her. She got depressive. Really depressive.
But I was there for her. 22 year old me was still living at home. Dad gifted the place to mom after he moved out, because he somewhat felt sorry for what he did. So luckily no one had to move anywhere. I tried to cheer mom up. But nothing was helping. She just staid a total mess. An emotional wreck. So I dragged her to a doctor. You know, one of those who deals with people’s minds.
The doctor prescribed her some medication against depression, he gave me a few short tips how to deal with her, then he set up a meeting with a counselor. One for me, to talk about myself in that situation, another one for my mom, to help her to get through it all.
At home things were difficult. I took over all household chores, I tried to cheer up mom, I took care that she wasn’t accidentally starving to death while going to work every day to take to pay taxes and utility bills. Well, and to keep some food in the fridge.
It took a some time, a few months at least until mom got better. Therapy was finally kicking in. She gradually took over more and more household duties. We talked a lot with each other during this time. About everything and nothing. Our relationship got deeper. It changed from mother and son to friends. Best friends. And yes, we nearly always enjoyed each other company.
Again, some time passed by. Mom was off medication, but still meeting up with a therapist once a week. She found some part time job in a bookstore. Mom loved – and loves – working there. Giving reading tips to some customers, and reading books when no customers where around.
I began working long hours back then. And I was attending classes in the evenings to one day work something I like doing, not just stuff I could do because I had the skills for it. At home, things changed. Mom was back on track, so she jumped in to support me. She took over all household chores, she kept me well fed and took care of my mental health by listening to me and telling me to stay at it: “You can do that son. I believe in you.”
Yes, mom knows how to keep me motivated. And yes, we two really got along with each other. As if we were made for each other. But unfortunately we were mother and son, so dating was no option at all. Or at least it was none back then.
Dating was a thing mom and I nearly did every week back then. Always on Friday we headed out to meet up with someone. She some hot guy, I some attractive girl. Sometimes one of us spent the night elsewhere, sometimes we brought someone home with us, but nothing serious got out of it. It always ended in a disappointment.
When something wasn’t working out, mom and I were there for each other. We listened to the other one ranting. We cheered each other up. And from a certain point on, both of us seemed to be relieved when the other ones relationship, or the attempt to build up a relationship, failed. Now we had each other again. Yes, we were at point were friendship had turned into something else. We slowly but steadily became lovers back then.
Due the fact that everyone of us was single, and due the fact that we were living in the same place, mom and I began to do things together. From watching TV to going out for some hiking trips. It just was easy to set up, and yes, it gave us the opportunity to be close to each other. We wanted to be close to each other. We wanted to spend time with each other. But spending time with each other was all we did back then. Nothing sexual had happened so far.
As time went on, mom and I gradually became a couple. A couple without sex. It took us some time until we realized what was going on between the two of us. It was me realizing it first: Fuck, I am in a relationship with my mom. What now?
I struggled with my self for a few weeks, until I pulled myself together, until I found the guts to tell mom about my discovery. Or about my assumption. She received it well. Because she was thinking the same.
Then we kept beating around the bush for some time. Can we turn it into a full blown relationship? Should we do it? Should we do one of the most taboo things out there? It was a difficult conversation. In the end we came up with the following conclusion: We were forcing nothing. We just let go. And when we land in bed with each other, than it should be that way.
From that day on no one had to hold back anymore. We were both constantly looking for opportunities to touch each other. Touching even her hands felt great. I openly checked her out, she did the same. I began to allow myself to fantasize fucking my own mom while jerking off. Doing so felt great. Liberating somehow. The overall situation back then is best described as two people wanting to make out with each other, but no one had a clue how to start it. Or both were just to shy to start it. The last one might describe it even better.
It just was a matter of time until something would happen. And believe me or not, it happened in the most pornographic cliché way you can imagine: Mom accidentally caught me jerking of to some pics of her I had taken with my camera. No, no creep shots, just her sweat covered body on some hiking trip we went on. And back then I had to watch the pictures on my huge ass computer screen. Damn it, she was – she is – a good looking one.
But I am drifting off. I was curing my hard wood. Imagining fucking my mom, when all of sudden the door to my room opened. It was mom. On her way bringing me some fresh washed clothes. She forgot to knock. Totally caught me on surprise. I froze after I turned around and saw her standing in the room.
She froze too. My clean clothes dropped to the ground. But mom came back to herself pretty damn fast. And she began to smile. She slowly walked towards me. Looking me in the eyes all the time. Her doing so brought me back to life. I knew immediately what she was up too. I totally was okay with her doing. The smile on my face told her everything.
I could smell her body as she got closer to me. She smelled great. Then her face came closer to mine. Then our lips were touching. Passionate kissing set in. She jerked off my rock hard dick while doing so. Damn, it her hand just felt great down there. The air in the room filled with sexual tension.
I stood up from my chair, took mom and dragged her over to my bed. Gentle. Undressing her while doing those few steps. She was pulling my clothes of my body. Before we fell onto each other. Before we fell onto my bed we took a few seconds. We stood there, and checked out each others hot bodies. My dick was rock solid. Ready to fuck.
Mom placed herself on the bed. With her ass high up in the air. Exposing her dripping wet pussy. Ready to be filled up with my rock hard dick. So I placed myself behind her. And gently slid my dick in. She let out a moan while I penetrated her for the first time.
Her pussy wrapping around my dick just felt great. I just let go. I let my instincts take over. I just fucked her. I fucked her doggy stile. I was enjoying the moment. Turned on by the great feeling of my dick sliding in and out of her pussy. Turned on even more by her moaning.
Just a few more thrusts. I am getting close. Mom’s body was trembling. Her moaning got even more intense. She begged me to keep on fucking her. She called me a good boy. And boom. My balls emptied themselves into her dripping wet pussy. She came a few seconds after me. Letting out a moan. Stopping in the middle of it.
Then we collapsed onto each other. We turned my bed into mess because we didn’t bothered to be careful at all. We just were laying on it. We cuddled with each other for the first time. We kissed each other. We smiled each other. We were happy that we did it. It took out some tension between the two of us, and fucking each other just felt great.
We fucked again later that day, on the next day, the days after and practically at every opportunity we had in the last 8 years.
Well so far, so good, I hope you enjoyed reading the story about who mom and I got together. There are plenty of hot memories left to share, so maybe I’ll tell you another tale on another day. Have a nice day.
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