A story of how I grew up hypersexual and finally raped my mother
Call this fiction or confession, whatever you like, but here’s what happened.
Ever since I understood was sex was, I fantasized my mother. Why? Because I saw what a whore she was. I grew up in a small household where I slept in the same room as my parents. Every so often, I would wake up in the middle of the night to see my dad pounding my mother in the same room. They tried to keep it as quiet as possible but soon enough, I started to pretend being asleep and quietly watch everything once they thought I was asleep.
Some nights I would wake up to see them asleep, my mom sleeping naked with her legs spread and cum dripping out of her shaven pussy. Some nights, I would see they aren’t in the room, so i would sneak and find them completely naked, fucking on the living room floor. Naturally, I grew up addicted to masturbation, and it was always to my mom, or at the very least, to incest porn.
Years later, when I came back home after finishing college and was staying there for a while, my addiction was at a peak and seeing my hot mother every day didn’t make things any easier.
Over the years, I had been in the habit of sexting with women online and grew deeper and deeper into fantasies like incest and rape – and I finally knew that I had to just take what I wanted. I used to sext with a girl who shared most of my deepest fantasies. I would often have phone sex with her while casually telling her that I wanted to rape my mom. This one time, her suddenly changed as she said to me in all seriousness – “you should just do it and get it out of your system”.
A few weeks ago, I did it.
With some help from the kind of friends I wouldn’t admit having, I acquired some common date rape drugs that could be used safely enough. They seemed amused thinking I was probably gonna go after a date. Little did they know.
One of those days while dad was gonna be away for a work trip for 6-7 days, I finally decided to do it. I spiked her late-night tea two nights in a row just so she’d get used to that being her natural routine, just falling deep asleep and waking up groggy with nothing seeming amiss. Once that was done, on the third night, I finally went for it.
Needless to say I shook her a number of times to be sure that she was asleep, got loud enough, did anything I could to be sure she couldn’t be faking it. Once I was sure, I put my phone up to record everything. I stripped her clothes off, kissing and tasting every inch of that body I had wanted all those years growing up, squeezed and sucked on those boobs greedily.
I spent four condoms, collapsing on her naked body and taking in the scent and the warmth of it every time I came, feeling the closeness with my mother’s body in a whole different way. Every condom I’d tie off and leave on top of her naked body. Finally, I saved all recordings, clicked pictures (don’t even bother asking to see them, you know that’s not happening).
I cleaned everything up and took a few minutes to just lie down naked on my mother’s naked body, feeling as warm and cozy as one can. Then i dressed her up and went back to my room. I won’t lie I was scary, wondering how she might react when she was awake, whether she suspected anything in the morning.
When she seemed perfectly normal, I knew the second time was gonna be way easier. And way more fun.
Anyways, that’s that for now. Happy to hear your responses. [email protected]
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