A young man describes how he came to fall romantically in love with his mother and now maintains a secret sexual relationship with her.
When my mother, Naomi, had me, she was just 23. At the time our story begins, she was 37, and me (your humble narrator) I was of course just 14 years old.
I’ve seen pictures of my mother when she was very young and let me tell you she was an absolute knockout back then.
But when she was 37 she was still turning heads wherever she went.
She stood at 5’5″ with natural 24D sized breasts, and she maintained a size 8 figure through careful self-care and dieting.
She had pale blue eyes and kept her naturally blonde hair long, cascading down to the middle of her back.
Her ivory skin made people mistake her for being twenty years younger than she actually was.
That always made her smile. People often assumed I was the one fawning over her, not understanding our true relationship.
My mother worked as a marketing consultant and dressed professionally ,but stylishly, for work.
Often she would wear pencil skirts and blazers that accentuated her figure tastefully.
At home, she was comfortable in casual clothes, sometimes wearing oversized t-shirts with nothing else on underneath.
Those oversized t-shirts would occasionally ride up when she sat beside me or in front of me, and often I couldn’t stop staring at her legs.
I especially enjoyed it when I caught a glimpse of her beautiful blonde-haired pussy.
I know, I know, you’re not supposed to have sexual feelings for your mother, but I DID!
Fortunately, she never made me uncomfortable about my looking at her in that way.
We had an open, loving relationship built on trust and mutual respect, and my mother more than understood that a young man my age couldn’t help but be turned on by a beautiful woman like herself, regardless of our blood relationship to each other.
Over time, however, I couldn’t help but notice that my attraction to her was growing stronger as I matured.
Still, I never acted on it, knowing such incestuous feelings were taboo.
Then one evening when my stepfather was away on a month-long business trip, everything changed.
We were watching a movie together on the couch in the living room when she began to cry.
I learned that she and my stepfather had been growing apart for months, their intimacy long gone. She confessed how lonely she felt.
“Sometimes I feel invisible,” she whispered, wiping tears from her beautiful eyes. “It’s like I’m just going through the motions of life.”
I held her then, just offering comfort, but something shifted between us.
The next few days, we grew closer, sharing thoughts and feelings we’d never voiced before.
The sexual tension between us was undeniable but unspoken.
Sometimes it was so strong it was almost palpable.
One evening after dinner, she looked at me across the table, her expression vulnerable yet determined.
“I need to tell you something,” she began, her voice soft. “I’ve been having feelings for you, Pete… sexual feelings… feelings that I know society would say are wrong. But what we have between us feels more real than anything I’ve ever known, and I’d like it to be more, maybe something that would bring us closer like trying to have sex together.”
Hearing that, I couldn’t believe my ears. My heart raced, but I had to tell my mother the truth.
“I know how you feel, Mom,” I told her. “Because I have the same feelings for you. I know it sounds crazy, but having sexual desires for you just seems natural to me.”
“Me too,” she agreed.
With that, she reached across the table, taking my hand and said: “Then maybe we shouldn’t fight what feels natural between us?”
That night, she came to my bedroom. She was wearing a simple nightgown, her expression was nervous but resolved.
“I want this,” she said, answering my unspoken question. “Pete I’m here because I want to love you sexually. Can you understand that? I want you….l want you now!.”
I nodded, my voice catching. “I want you too,” I whispered.
” I’ve wanted you for a long time Mom.
I just didn’t know how to make my feelings known to you. Because I was worried about how you would react
What followed was slow, tender, and completely mutual.
There was no coercion, no manipulation – just two people who loved each other deeply, expressing thatl love physically for the first time.
Mom was a tigress in bed.
Oh man, the things that she knew how to do ! She could lick and suck my cock and balls like you wouldn’t believe.
She mouth fucked my cock like a pro, her head and mouth working like pistons, furiously up and down until I came in her mouth like a gusher.
I had no sexual experience at age 14, and the only things I knew about sex were what I watched on the internet.
But ,aside from masturbation, I didn’t have any real life experience with sexual activity whatsoever.
However, my dear sweet darling mother guided me in the ways of passion.
Honestly, my mother had oral sex skills I could not get over.
Not only could she mouth fuck me, she could also deep throat me, swallowing my entire 6-inch cock.
She could lick and suck my balls while pulling off my cock too.
Often she would massage, knead, and gently squeeze my balls while sucking on my dick.
Sometimes while she sucked my dick, she would reach under me and finger my ass.
Mom often used a peppermint flavored ointment on me.
She would apply it to my cock and balls.
That ointment had a very special ability.
It could stimulate my skin and it smelled like peppermint and tasted like it too.
This stuff literally made sex absolutely delicious.
The room often smelled like a candy store when she used this ointment on me.
It had a refreshing tactile ability too. When applied to my dick it made it feel real fresh and clean.
It’s hard to explain the sensation it gave me any other way.
But let me tell you it was amazing in that regard.
Often, my mother would lick, suck, and tongue fuck my asshole.
Other times she would finger my asshole, working her finger in and out of my hole while sucking on my dick, or masturbating my dick by pulling it off while masturbating my ass by working her finger in and out of my hole.
Mom quite often had me suck on those luscious D-cup tits of hers (she called it nursing) while she masturbated me.
Other times I would put my cock between her tits and masturbate my cock that way.
Wow! The feeling of having her tongue swirl around the tip of my cock while I titty fucked her was quite a magnificent sensation
Mom was able to crane her neck forward , tilt her head towards my erect boner and bring her lips right up to my dick head.
Then she would reach out with her tongue to lick the tip of my dick.
Swirling her tongue around the head while I moved my cock in and out between her tits…
Which were often lubricated with that same afore mentioned peppermint flavored ,and scented, ointment.
Those titty fucks are a pure heaven.
They are one of my favorite things that my mother does to me in bed
Another of the things I really love is when my Mom would pull off my dick while lovingly and gently rubbing my ass.
Mom used to do this when I was a baby, and I loved it ,and I love it even more,now ,that I am practically an adult
It was amazing; she always knew what to do to please me, to soothe me, and to make me feel just right.
On many mornings, my mother gave me a special wake-up call. I would often wake up to find my mother sucking on my dick. That was a fantastic way to start my day.
My mother loved to have me come in her mouth. Often she would open her mouth and show me the cum that I had spewed into her mouth before she swallowed it.
Other times she would kiss me with her mouth filled with my cum, and we would exchange that cum back and forth in big wet, sloppy tongue kisses.
Mom taught me how to eat her pussy and her ass too.
She coached me in just how to suck on her labia, making the lips super sensitive by constantly orally manipulating them with my lips and my tongue, and then sucking as hard as I could on them until she came.
I also fluttered my tongue against her clit. I would get her clit real hard and then take it into my mouth and suck on it as hard as I could. This would often send her screaming to an incredible orgasm.
On other occasions, I would finger fuck her pussy while licking and sucking her clit.
Mom also enjoyed it when I reached underneath her and fingered her asshole while eating her pussy.
I also loved licking, sucking, and tongue fucking her asshole.
My mother has the most beautiful ass you ever saw. I love covering it with kisses and cuddling it close.
Often we would be cheek to cheek… my facial cheek against her butt cheeks.
On still other occasions I’d apply that peppermint flavored ointment to her asshole; it made licking and sucking her puckered brown opening all the more enjoyable.
Another trick Mom taught me was to insert a Hershey’s kiss up her ass.
Then I would massage her ass cheeks for a while.
Then I would spread her ass cheeks apart and lick and suck the sweet melted chocolate right out of her anus.
Often I would fuck my mother’s pussy with a big banana.
Then I would peel that banana and insert it into her pussy.
Then I’d eat it out of her pussy, enjoying the delicious flavor of the banana mixed with her pussy juice.
We loverd to 69 each other too.
Sometimes with her on top, sometimes with me on top.
Often we fingered each other’s assholes as we ate each other out in the 69 position.
We would also screw in just about every conceivable position: missionary, woman astride, doggy style, on our sides facing each other, on our sides with me behind her, with mom sitting on a bed with her legs wrapped around my waist as I fuckrd her….
Now you can call this weird if you want to but I think it’s sweet …That sometimes my mother talks to my penis like it’s a baby.
When I have an erection, she gets between my legs and starts talking to my penis, saying things like: “Hi Mr. Pecker, what a cute boy you are.” Then she kisses “Mr. Pecker” – in fact, she covers him with kisses, or she “plays” with him by stroking my dick.
After that, she asks my dick. “Do you want to come and play in my mouth?” Of course the answer is “yes.”
Mom and I also love to take showers and baths together, especially public baths.
I love to eat her, get sucked off, or fuck her under the spray of a hot shower or in the warm soapy water of a bathtub.
Wednesday night is enema night. That’s when I find myself over my mother’s knee.
On those nights, she gives me an enema, working a well-lubricated finger in and out of my asshole and then inserting the nozzle of the enema bottle.
We have a lot of sexual fun with whipped cream and other foods too.
Often my mother will cover my dick with whipped cream and then lick it off.
Sometimes she’ll make a “dick sundae,” pouring fudge over my stiff boner ,or chocolate syrup ,and then adding whipped cream.
Then she starts licking everything off and sucking it until my dick and my balls are completely clean.
I often make “tittie sundaes” using fudge or chocolate syrup and topping it with whipped cream and licking it off her tits.
Other times I’ll put a peeled banana in her pussy, cover her pussy with chocolate syrup, then add whipped cream and feast to my heart’s content on my mother’s delicious, scrumptious, sweet ,treat-filled pussy.
Other times I’ll apply chocolate syrup to her asshole and lick it out.
We also use a lot of different kinds of vibrators and other sexual aids.
My mother loves the big one I have that plugs into the wall.
It is a very, very powerful vibrator and it drives her nuts when I use it on her.
We also have dildos of various sizes as well as vibrators of all different kinds.
We also use anal beads.
I love it when my mother licks and sucks my asshole and then applies a very thin, well-lubricated vibrator to my most intimate orifice.
I tell you, the two of us have some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life.
I love my mother more than anything else in this world.
Many times afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, her head on my chest.
And it’s wonderful, just to kiss and cuddle her and have her hold me close.
Often she would murmur something like: “I never knew it could feel like this, not just the physical part, but the emotional connection too.”
Often I would reply with something like: “I love you, Mom,” and lovingly kiss her forehead.
Once I think I expressed my deepest desires and adoration for her when I said, “I love you, not just as a lover, not just as your son, but as the man who worships the ground you walk on.”
This made her blush, but it was true.
I’ll never forget how she looked at me when I said that.
She smiled, her pale baby blue eyes shining. And replied: “I love you too, my sweet boy. I always have, and I always will.”
Over the next several weeks while my stepfather was away, we explored our new relationship in every way possible—sexually, emotionally, and on a level of feeling so deep mere words cannot describe it.
We talked openly about what we were doing, acknowledging the complexity but choosing to prioritize our happiness over and above what the law said and what society deemed immoral and taboo.
When my stepfather returned, my mother told him she wanted a divorce.
She explained that she had found someone who truly saw her for the wonderful human being that she was deep down inside.
Furthermore, she explained he was a man who loved her completely—though she didn’t specify who that someone was (me), nor did she give my age. Which of course was only 14.
A year later, we sold the family house and moved to a small town where no one knew our history.
To the outside world, we were simply a couple who had fallen in love, despite the difference in our ages.
And whenever other people were around, I made sure not to call her “Mom” or “Mother” but instead to call her Naomi. And she was careful to call me Peter rather than “son.”
Only we know the beautiful, complicated truth of our bond.
Bottom line, we have found something rare and precious in each other’s arms.
Something that will last for the rest of our lives or, at least, as marriage vows put it: “till death us do part.”.
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