“Oh… mom… ,” I said one last time before emptying my load into her warm, wet vagina.
I was no longer a virgin.
And my dreams had come true.
After the sex was over, things were a little awkward. We were both soaked in cum, and not exactly as horny as we were before. I think feelings of guilt swept over both of us.
But I said, “I love you mom!”
And she said, “I love you too!”
It was still the most amazing moment in my life. After she left the room to go clean up and take a shower, I cleaned up myself. Then I got on the computer and tried to relive the moment. Now that she was out of my room, I got hard again quickly looking at her Facebook pictures. And I violently masturbated.
My step-dad came home the next day, and I just wanted him to leave again. I think maybe my mom did too. The two of them didn’t talk much. Usually they don’t shut up, especially in the mornings, but my mom kind of kept brushing him off saying she’s not feeling too good. Maybe she really wasn’t feeling good… Maybe we fucked up and did irreparable damage to each other. But all I could think about was having sex with my mom again. My desires were higher than ever. I wanted to do new things with her. I wanted her to be my sex toy. I just wanted us to be together again. The whole time my step-dad was home, she was all I could think about. She was all I could dream about. When my step-dad finally left again for work, that’s when I knew.
I came out to the living room to see what my mom was doing. She was sitting down, and she looked up at me. We both started to smile. I walked over to her and sat down on the couch next to her. Then I proceeded to tell her about what happened when she went to go clean up that night. How I masturbated to her pictures. How I used to always masturbate to her. How I watched incest porn over and over wishing that it could one day happen with my own mother. And how when it finally happened, I felt my depression lift. How I was finally happy. She was a little taken aback, but she was smiling the whole time.
“I’ve had dreams about you too,” she said. “I’m not sure when they started, but I’ve also wanted this for a long time.”
Hearing her say that shocked the hell out of me. But what shocked me the most is when she grabbed my hand and started to walk me back into my bedroom. And I’m not sure how excited I was in comparison to our first time, but this was a whole new experience. We were comfortable.
We sat down again on my mattress, and she was taking her clothes off as fast as she could. I was doing the same, but I wasn’t quite as fast as she was. The only thing I had left on was my boxers, and she quickly tore them off. I was looking into my mother’s eyes when I realized how intense her yearning was. She got on top of me and started straddling my cock. She then mounted me and pressed her hands against my chest and began to ride me. I wasn’t sure how I felt because she was a bit bigger than me, and it hurt a little bit. But at the same time, I liked how dominating she was being. My mom was in control of me once again, and I was fine with being her sex toy.
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