My mom: If you ever need to talk to me, I’m here. You can tell me anything 🙂
I thought about that message she sent me. I thought maybe she knew that I’ve been thinking about her. Maybe she felt the same way. So I sent this message…
Me: For so long, I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve been dreaming about you. I keep dreaming that I’m having sex with you. The whole time I was over at my cousin’s house, I was thinking of a way to have sex with you. But I don’t wanna hurt either one of us, and I’m sorry…
I could hear my mom in the living room crying as she started typing.
Mom: I’m so sorry 🙁 Maybe I’m a bad mother… I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you either. You are my son, and I will always love you.
Me: I just tried messaging one of my friends to get my mind off of you. I figure maybe I could try and date her, but she hasn’t replied back yet.
Mom: Well that’s good. Maybe you just need to find a girl.
At this point, I found myself horny again. Horny for my mom.
Me: Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll ever love another girl. It’s always been you. I love you. It seems like every time I like a girl, they remind me of you. I always pick girls that are similar to you.
Mom: I don’t think it’s me you like. I think maybe you just tend to like girls that have similar qualities to me. I think it’s normal. Guys tend to pick partners that resemble their mothers, so when they go out into the world, they’ll have somebody that can take care of them in the same way.
I’m getting even hornier at this point thinking of my mom.
Me: No. I love you. And I don’t think I can ever get a girlfriend anyways. I’m too scared to get close to anybody. Will you teach me?
Mom: No. I’m your mother, and I don’t think that would be appropriate.
Me: We’re both consenting adults. Nobody has to find out. I won’t tell anyone. Please? Will you at least just teach me how to kiss?
Mom: I’m sorry, but we can’t do that. I’m your mother, and I love you like a son. I’m not attracted to you like that.
Me: Please? I won’t tell anyone…
Mom: Stop it! We are not having this discussion.
Me: You know you want this…
And that was the last message in that conversation.
After waiting for a reply and not receiving one, I went to go act like I was checking on my laundry. As I passed through the living room, I saw she was sitting in the recliner watching television. She had logged off of Facebook. This whole thing was awkward. She looked like a mix of angry and disgusted. I went back into my room and masturbated to one of her pictures on Facebook. I needed to relieve myself once and for all. It felt really good after having not masturbated and being horny for that long. But then afterwards, I felt kind of guilty. Maybe if I had actually had sex with my mom, I’d have felt the same guilt then, too. I went back into the living room, and I was really nervous. I told my mom that I was really sorry, and I told her to please not tell anyone about this. She said she wouldn’t. The next day, when she was gone, I got on her Facebook because she had her password saved, and I deleted our conversation. I didn’t wanna take the chance of anyone seeing it, and I deleted it from my account too.
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