My name is Yan, I’m a slim, good-looking Caucasian guy, I usually dress well and I do my best to be nice to people. When this story happened, I had just turned 18.
At the time I had an immeasurable hard-on for my mother. She’s always been quite a woman, and years ago she was even more voluptuous than she is today. To give you an idea, she has the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, medium-sized, perky and with pink nipples pointing forward; they’re youthful and unusual to see on a mature 43-year-old woman.
I remember masturbating a lot thinking about her and her breasts. I dreamed of sucking on them and did everything I could to have contact with them whenever possible. I used the loving closeness between mother and son to take advantage of her. I would come up from behind and give her little nudges, squeeze her waist tightly and subtly rub my cock against her ass. Sometimes I would hug Mom tightly just to feel her nipples against my chest. I loved those soft, voluptuous breasts pressing against me. When she wore low-cut blouses, it was even better. I don’t know if she noticed my intentions at the time, but from time to time I felt that she would shy away and avoid such warm contact between us when Dad was present.
I had a lot of desire for my mother, but deep down I never believed I could really have sex with her. I thought that our contact would forever be limited to naughty blowjobs and cynical rubbing. At the time, I considered my chances of having sex with her to be zero. After all, she was my mother and had never shown any interest in my “innocent” advances.
However, everything changed when she caught me jerking off in her bedroom…
That was an exceptional day. I had never masturbated there, in his bed. I got the idea when I crossed the hall and saw that the door was open. I walked in and found her bed disheveled, the sheets wrinkled, the pillows piled up and her strong perfume decorating the air. If I closed my eyes, it was easy to imagine Mom lying there in her thin nightgown. The idea of taking off my clothes and having a little wank lying there popped into my head almost immediately.
It was so erotic and forbidden that it mesmerized me. I didn’t waste any time, I took off all my clothes and began to flick my cock while sniffing the sheet and imagining my mother having sex with me. I was in such a state of ecstasy that I didn’t even hear my mother come home. When I was startled, she was already in the bedroom shouting and asking euphorically what I was doing.
I was startled and jumped out of bed like a thief. I had been discovered doing the most forbidden thing of all. I had no defense, it was impossible to deny it. So I kept quiet and listened to all Mom’s scoldings.
That day she called me depraved, perverted and crazy. I imagine that at that moment all my most intimate affections must have made sense to her. Mom had finally discovered that I wanted her and that horrified her.
“I am your mother”.
She said as soon as she told me to leave the room.
After that day, our relationship broke down. We never spoke to each other again and even avoided looking into each other’s eyes. It was a terrible situation that lasted about six months. Until we gradually started talking to each other again.
That was the beginning of everything, the kick that allowed things to develop between us. The incest itself happened months later…
It was a very unusual weekend.
Dad had gone away to attend his brother’s wedding, and since Mom doesn’t speak to this uncle of mine, she stayed at home with me.
On Saturday, Mom asked me out. She said she didn’t want to stay at home while Dad enjoyed a wedding alone in another city. She told me about a bar she wanted to go to, that it played some nice music and that she’d be happy if I went with her. I agreed and we left at 11:00.
She looked very beautiful that night, all made up and wearing a black dress that was very tight and had a provocative neckline. She looked more like a girlfriend than a mother. I’m sure the people who saw us together that night must have thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I doubt anyone concluded that the woman next to me was my mother.
The bar was really nice and cozy. Located in the city center, it’s the kind of place frequented by the middle classes.
We sat at a more reserved table and enjoyed the evening with a few drinks while chatting away.
Understand, dear reader. It was strange being next to Mom like that. She was much hotter than usual, that cleavage monopolized my gaze and called out to me all the time. I couldn’t take my eyes off her big tits, I tried to disguise it, but I couldn’t. Until, after a few drinks, Mom asked:
“Are you that indecent?”
I bowed my head in shame and apologized. I was afraid she would get angry, but that didn’t happen. Instead, she smiled and asked if I still jerked off a lot.
*I nearly had a heart attack.
Mom put her hand over mine and smiled again. My, how beautiful she looked.
“Really, Yan. You can answer. I won’t be upset. I swear I won’t”
Hearing Mom ask me dirty questions in such a calm way was encouraging. Of course the drink helped, I won’t deny that.
I explained, always smiling, that I had stopped since the day she caught me in her room. She then asked me why I had chosen her bed and wanted to know:
“Answer me, Yan. Without lying, do you want to have sex with me, even though I’m your mother?”
That was too direct a question. I didn’t answer straight away, because I didn’t know how to face the situation. I was ashamed to death…
I took a few more sips of beer and nodded yes. Mom smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then changed the subject.
We spent a few more minutes in the place and she asked us to come back.
Tension was in the air. The whole way back, we didn’t exchange a single word in the car. Once again, we were facing an embarrassing situation. When we arrived, she just thanked me for the pleasant drive and gave me another kiss on the cheek, before going into her room to sleep.
That was a difficult night, and I only managed to fall asleep after jerking off three times in my room.
But it was on Sunday that all roads led to incest…
It happened when Mom and I got caught in heavy rain on our way back from the supermarket.
Early on, I’d noticed that Mom was more “given” and produced than usual, perhaps because of the conversation we’d had the night before, I think. She seemed happier and more communicative, smiled at me for no reason a few times and gave me a quick shoulder massage while I was having my coffee. Her outfit also seemed to reflect her mood, she was wearing a little pink dress and her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She looked like a little girl.
The rain caught us a few blocks from home. It fell quickly and filled us with water, soaking our clothes and bags. We ran to try to avoid further damage, but it was no use. The rain soaked us.
As soon as we opened the door, Mom put the shopping on the kitchen counter, then complained that we’d get the whole house wet like that.
“We’d better take our clothes off,” she said, as if it was no big deal.
And without waiting for my answer, Mom took off her dress, bra and panties, wrapped everything up and put it in the laundry basket. And there she was, naked, with her slender, mature body, unashamedly displaying her nudity with incredible naturalness.
At that moment I was able to get a good look at her breasts and I knew for sure that they were very firm, perky and not drooping at all, they looked like those of a younger woman. Her aureoles were delicate and pink, and the nipples were well-drawn.
Her pussy was covered in a few black hairs, typical of a woman who lived through the 80s. But even through the fine hairs, you could see the voluminous flesh between her legs.
“What are you waiting for? Take your clothes off, otherwise you’ll end up getting the whole house wet”.
I was starting to get excited, but I wasn’t ashamed to remove all my clothes. That moment was unique and if I held back for any reason, I was sure I would regret it bitterly later.
When I was naked, Mom looked at me from head to toe and smiled. “You’re a man now,” she said, before asking who would use the bathroom first.
“You can go first.”
“I’ve got a better idea, we’ll both go…”
My mother took me by the arm and led me to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe it was really happening…
When we arrived, we went into the shower together and as the space was small, our bodies touched each other all the time.
“How do you feel about showering with your mother?” – She asked sweetly, as she rubbed the soap on my back.
“Embarrassed.”
“Really? I thought you liked it…”
“No, Mom… Of course I like it. I’m just a bit embarrassed, that’s all.”
She smiled and continued to lather me up. Her hands traveled slowly over my buttocks, legs, abdomen, but stopped when she got close to my erect penis. She looked at me for a few seconds, as if expecting a response from me, but I was too nervous to take any action, so she shrugged.
“Your turn… Lather my back.” – She ordered.
I took the bar of soap and began to scrub her skin. I subtly fingered her shoulders and waist, then washed her arms and armpits. I also took the opportunity to touch the outline of her soft breasts, but quickly withdrew my hands when Mom raised one of her eyebrows.
“What was that, boy?” – He asked with a mischievous look.
“I’m soaping you up”
She smiled again and shook her head as if she didn’t believe my apology.
“Do you want to wash my breasts?”
“What?”
“I’ll ask you one more time. Answer me, do you want to wash Mommy’s breasts?” – she asked in a shaky voice. She was nervous too.
I nodded and she took my hands to her breasts. Through a comforting, light touch, Mom made me caress her own breasts and spread my touch over their entire diameter. She guided my fingers between the delicate nipple ridges and made me play with them. Then she grabbed my hard penis with one of her hands and pretended to wash it. She made repeated masturbatory movements and in less than five minutes I came.
My muscles relaxed and a feeling of guilt welled up. The transgression punished me so much that I collected myself a little and left the boxing room. Mom followed:
“Is everything all right?”
“Yes, it is” – I lied.
She wiped herself off and then told me to do the same. She looked worried, but invited me to sleep with her.
We lay on her bed naked, me with my chest up and her on my side; one of her hands supported my head, while the other slid her index finger down my chest. We didn’t say anything, just exchanged a few glances.
Mom’s fingers played with my chest for a while before moving down my abdomen.
“You know, I never thought you’d be like this.”
“Like what?” – I asked.
“I don’t know, like this…” – She paused for a moment. She was now stroking my few pubic hairs. She looked at me and then looked away, before continuing. – “I confess I’m flattered by all this.”
“It’s just that you’re the most beautiful woman of all, Mom.”
“silly.”
She blushed and gave me a kiss on the lips. She took my cock in her hands and started jerking me off again. While she was jerking off, she looked at me and laughed, opening her mouth as if she was going to say something, but she didn’t say anything for a while. Then, after a few minutes, she plucked up the courage and stood up.
My heart raced, I thought she would sit on me, I imagined that my dreams would finally come true, but I was wrong. Instead of straddling my cock, Mom got up behind it. Her legs were wide open and her vulva was very exposed; the big pink lips drove me crazy while her hand continued to work on my masturbation.
Mom was breathing heavily and contracting her body in a very sensual way. Seeing her like that was so delicious and it didn’t take me long to come again.
I ejaculated so hard that my semen flew away. I collapsed…
After the masturbation session, Mom and I slept cuddled up in bed, rubbing our bodies together, but without completely crossing social boundaries.
When I woke up, it was about 11 o’clock at night and Mom was no longer there. I got up and went to look for her.
She was in the kitchen, still naked, smoking a cigarette and thinking about nothing. When she saw me, she smiled and quickly put out her cigarette.
“Yan…” – She called out. – “Can I trust you?”
“Of course, Mom. I wouldn’t be crazy to tell anyone about what happened today.”
Mom nodded her head and took a deep breath. Then she fell to her knees, took my phallus into her mouth and began to suckle. Her lips were extraordinary and delicious and she knew how to use them very well. I’d never been so turned on, it was crazy. My own mother was giving me a blowjob.
After a while of oral treatment, Mom got up, lay down on the kitchen worktop and spread her legs wide.
“Let’s not waste any more time. We’ve come this far. Isn’t that what you wanted? Then come on.”
Hearing Mom talk like that turned me on even more and filled me with courage. It was clear that my mother was willing to push the boundaries of morality. Incest certainly wasn’t a problem for her at that moment.
Her hairy vulva was too fleshy for me to resist. So, following her orders, I positioned myself with my hard cock between her legs. As I advanced, Mom guided my member to the entrance of her pussy, and I entered…
“Fuck, that’s so good, baby. You’re so hot. Why didn’t we do this before?”
“I… I don’t know, Mom…”.
Mom moaned like a woman being possessed, rolled her eyes and wiggled her chest like a female in heat.
My cock was thrusting into her pussy eagerly. I still couldn’t believe it was really happening to us. It was so sudden. Mom was really hot. How dare Dad have left that woman alone that weekend.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, I could cum at any moment.
Mom held her breasts in her hands and offered them to me.
-Come suck, come.
-Mama, don’t do that… If I’m going to…
Too late, I came as soon as my lips covered one of her tits. I came like a desperate man. My thick milk invaded and filled her pussy.
That moment that seemed endless and unique was over. Now I was lying on top of her, breathing heavily and trying to pull myself together.
“So… Was it everything you imagined?” she asked. – She asked.
“No… It was better, much better”
We kissed and fucked twice more that night before going to sleep.
When Dad arrived the next day, we tried to pretend that nothing had happened, but we couldn’t. There was a different atmosphere in the air. There was a different atmosphere in the air. Mom and I looked at each other, but we avoided talking or being alone in the same room. I thought that would be the fateful end of my relationship with her, but fortunately I was wrong once again.
Almost a month later, while Dad was at work, Mom called me to talk. I swear I thought she would tell me to forget it, I imagined she would explain that the incest had been a big mistake and that we needed to try to get over it together. But she didn’t say anything like that, quite the opposite…
I didn’t even set foot inside the room and she was already grabbing me and taking off my clothes. That was the confirmation that our secret affair would continue… And it did…
