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Me and My Mom
by Oeddie (address withheld)

***

A true story about a mother and son's incestuous 
relationship. (MF, inc, mast, rom, true)

***

Lot of people are probably wondering how I came to view 
my mom sexually. Did I catch her masturbating, like in 
so many stories? Or did she catch me masturbating? My 
answer is that there was no one event that triggered my 
attraction to her.

In junior high, like all other boys, my hormones were 
just emerging and I was gaining my appreciation for the 
female body. I simply never differentiated between 
females inside and outside my family and no one ever 
told me I should. I doubt most parents give their kids 
the birds-and-bees talk and end by saying "But you 
can't do it with relatives." By the time I realized 
there was such a strong taboo against incest, I had 
been jerking off to my female relatives for quite a 
while, guilt-free. So my masturbatory fantasies were 
filled with all kinds of women, from celebrities to 
teachers and classmates to cousins, aunts, and yes, 
Mom. 

I think I have a more diverse taste in women than most 
men. I of course have a strong appreciation for the 
young, big-boobed, slender women that the advertising 
industry loves but I can get off just as easily 
thinking of women of all sorts of age groups and body 
types. My Mom, while not one of the absurd supermodel 
MILFs you'll find in so many fictional stories, has 
aged better than most women her age and once even got 
carded for buying alcohol. 

She's a short woman (I was taller than her by my 
freshman year of high school) with chin-length black 
hair and pale skin. She's round but not fat and has 
small B-cup breasts. But her best part is her ass, 
whose bulging roundness is obvious even in the loosest 
skirts and pants.

It's hard to pinpoint the moment I realized that I 
loved my mother as more than just a mother. It was in 
my teen years when my desire for her became physical as 
well as emotional but I feel like I loved her for my 
entire life. Even as I grew older, I never stopped 
sharing her bed as being with her just felt so 
comfortable and right. Sometimes I would snuggle up to 
her as she slept, letting go only when I got an 
embarrassing erection. 

I'd wake up early and go to the bathroom or shower just 
so that I could have the chance to jack off. Sometimes, 
if it was real early and my willpower was especially 
weak, I'd hold up the comforter with my left hand and 
masturbate with my right while watching my mother 
sleeping beside me. Afterwards, I'd lay in bed 
blushing, praying that I hadn't woken her.

My love for my mother had but one obstacle: my father. 
I hated him. He wasn't abusive or neglectful, just cold 
and stern to both me and my mom. He simply didn't love 
us. On the rare occasions he showed emotion, it was to 
throw a temper tantrum over the silliest little things. 
Even on things he should have been angry about, like a 
bad grade, he completely overreacted. He'd lock himself 
up in his study and Mom would lock herself up in her 
room. When I was young and stupid, I would try to go 
into my father's study and try to calm him down, only 
to be shouted at and thrown out. I soon realized that 
my time was better spent comforting my mother. I 
wouldn't say much but the clichéd "It's all right." My 
mother would lie down with my and hug me for hours.

As I got older, Mom was more willing to discuss her 
feelings with me. We'd lay down together and stay up 
for hours, with her confiding in me her frustration and 
unhappiness with her husband. As I held her, she 
whispered, "If he didn't have the better job, I think I 
would divorce him."

"Would you look for a new husband?" I asked.

"I don't know. He'd have to be a decent, loving man," 
she whispered back.

"Like me?" I asked jokingly.

"You? You'd want to be your old mom's husband?"

My heart skipped a beat. I had almost revealed my 
secret incestuous fantasies! In a tone that I hoped was 
still light and joking, I answered, "Sure, why not? 
Would you like to be my wife?"

She snuggled me tighter and, in a tone that seemed 
almost serious, she said, "Yes."

My "marriage proposal" had taken place just before I 
left for college. When I finally went to college, I had 
a single room in the dorms, giving me the privacy to 
masturbate much more than I did at home. Her "yes" 
answer had filled my head with fantasies that had 
seemed crazy at the time. And they weren't just sexual 
fantasies. Fantasies of a life and a home with just her 
and me, together as husband and wife, became my 
obsession.

I remember very clearly the moment I got the phone 
call. I had just gotten back from an hour and twenty 
minute class. I hadn't been able to concentrate since 
my mother had been on my mind and I was horny. I had 
just laid down in my bed and reached under my pants 
when my phone rang. I sighed in frustration as I threw 
off my blanket and answered.

"Eddie?" It was my mom. Her voice was calm yet soft and 
breathless.

"Hi Mom. What's going on?"

"It's your father. He's dead. He had a heart attack." 
Her voice held no detectable sadness. Only confusion 
and a sense of being lost.

"I'll book a flight home. I'll be there as soon as 
possible."

"Okay, son," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

Many of you will think I'm terrible, and maybe I am, 
but my lust increased tenfold. The very next thing I 
did was whip off my pants and start jerking off. I beat 
my shaft mercilessly as images of my mother flashed in 
front of me. My mother bent down in front of me, her 
round pale ass in my face as I kissed her buttocks. My 
mother kneeling before me with my cock in her hand, my 
white cum splattered onto her pretty face. My mother as 
my girlfriend, making out with me in the backseat of 
the family car. My mother as my wife, her belly 
swelling with my unborn child. That last image made me 
hit my orgasm and several ropes of my seed shot out of 
my erect dick, arched through the air and splattered 
down on my bed, some of it landing on me.

The knowledge that my father was finally out of the 
picture aroused me to new heights. I had one of THOSE 
days, where you do nothing but lie around and 
masturbate. My mother was available. Fantasy had become 
possibility!

As I sat on the plane, for the first time in my life, I 
felt guilty about masturbating to my mother. Not 
because of that silly incest taboo but because I hadn't 
given any thought to how I would console her or what I 
would say to her. I thought about it for the entire 
plane ride and the cab ride from the airport.

When I arrived home, my mother, her face somber, pulled 
me into a hug. She let me go and, with a sad smile, 
said, "Come on in."

Setting down the single backpack that I'd brought, I 
looked around the house, not quite believing that my 
father was really gone. A thrill shot through my body 
as I realized that my mother and I were here alone like 
in my fantasies but it died down when I remembered my 
top priority. Find out what she was feeling.

"Are you…" I paused, unsure if I should continue. "Are 
you okay?"

"Yes," my mom said. She chuckled sardonically. "And 
that's the problem. My husband's dead and I feel just 
fuckin' fine! There's something really wrong with 
that."

I had never heard my mother curse before.

To this day I don't know what possessed my mother to 
say the things she did. "When he died, I didn't feel 
grief. Regret, but not grief. Mostly all I felt was 
relief. I can get a new start. A new life." She looked 
at me with a rather un-motherly type of love. "With 
you."

I think it was my emotional turmoil and my mother's own 
lack of inhibition that made me do what I did next. I 
kissed her on the lips the way a lover would. And she 
reciprocated wholeheartedly. She started rubbing my 
crotch through my pants and, even though I had cum so 
much yesterday, my cock was brought to life instantly.

My mother pulled back suddenly. "I-I'm sorry. I 
shouldn't have…"

"No it's okay." I took her by the shoulders and pulled 
her closer. "Really."

"I shouldn't do this. I don't know how you're feeling."

"The same way you are." I kissed her again. This time, 
there was no resistance.

I ran my right hand over my mother's ass through the 
paper-thin cloth of her worn nightdress. I moved my 
left hand over her braless right breast and fondled it 
softly. All the while my erection strained painfully 
against the inside of my pants.

Mom broke off the kiss. "Let's go upstairs," she 
whispered. I nodded eagerly.

We returned to our room. The moment we were inside the 
door, Mom stripped off her nightdress and stood before 
me in just her panties. My hands shaking, I struggled 
with the fly of my pants.

"Let's get those out of the way. Lay down." I lay on my 
back as my mother undid my fly and pulled my pants 
down, undressing me the way she had when I was just a 
child. I pulled off my shirt as she removed my boxers, 
revealing the erect pole underneath, its tip wet. My 
mother lay on top of me for a moment, just gazing at 
it. For the first time since I'd arrived, she was 
smiling brilliantly.

Finally, she climbed on top of me and impaled herself 
on my cock. I pushed in smoothly, reaching up and 
playing with her beautiful tits as I entered her. She 
arched her back, sighing softly.

I began thrusting up into her, feeling her cunt 
grasping every inch of my cock, stroking it back and 
forth. My mother leaned forward and gave me another wet 
kiss.

I rolled over on top of her, grabbing her shapely 
buttocks as I did. I continued thrusting into her and 
she thrust back, our humping getting quicker and 
quicker. My mother isn't a screamer, but her soft gasps 
and sighs, quickening as I brought her toward her 
climax, were sexier than anything I could have 
imagined.

"Eddie, I…I'm gonna…"

"Cum?" I managed to get out that single word between 
moans.

"Yes, cum," she said, as if the dirty word were strange 
to her tongue. "I'm gonna cum! Oh! Uhhh! Ohhhh!" Her 
beautiful face scrunched up and she clenched her teeth 
as I felt her cunt contracting around my shaft. In 
short order, I hit my own orgasm.

"Oh goddamn!" I felt a surge of cum shoot through my 
shaft and blast full force into my mother's cunt and up 
into the womb I had come from. We continued humping 
together throughout our climax, my cock continuing to 
shoot spurt after spurt inside her.

As our orgasms subsided, I pulled out of my mother and 
slumped down on top of her. I wrapped my arms around 
her, kissing her bare breasts. She hugged me closer and 
we lay there together, basking in the afterglow of our 
union.

For a while, we lay together in silence. "Hey Mom, 
remember our last talk here? The one where I said I'd 
like to be your husband?"

She nodded.

"I meant it."

She grinned brilliantly. "I meant it when I said I'd 
like to be your wife."

I took her hand. "Michelle, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

And that was it. From then on out, we were secretly 
husband and wife. Our relationship took off and we 
never looked back.

We spent the rest of that day in bed.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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