As the title implies, this is a simple everyday tale of a boy’s carnal lust for his mother.
Puberty cams as a bombshell of a revolution to me. Suddenly, girls were no longer irritatingly sissy little people but objects of attraction and intrigue, As I might with a motorcycle or other cool device, I wanted to strip one down in order to find out how it worked; but I was told this was not allowed without prior consent by the female being given. This frustrated me no end. Who made such a stupid rule? It seemed so unfair. All a girl had to do was say no and my very natural desire and curiosity became a criminal act if acted upon.
Did I ask for consent to explore a girl’s body? You can bet your life I did. I asked lots of girls but they all called me a creep or worse and told me to fuck off. It seemed that all the girls of my own age were only interested in boys who’d make viable long term partners and a good father to their children. My obvious obsession with the female body to the exclusion of all other aspects of life rather ruled me out of that category. Therefore, I always ended up in the kitchen at parties, never the bedroom.
So girls my age didn’t want my and older women scared me; so what was I supposed to do? Well, there was one particular older woman that didn’t scare me: my mummy. She always had a welcoming smile for me and a ready cuddle. Mum was soft. Whenever she clasped me to her most ample bosom, her flesh seemed to spread around me as if seeking to engulf me and I found this most erotically stimulating. Therefore, I became a bit clingy towards my mother, simply because of the secret naughty pleasure it gave me to touch her. Dad said she was spoiling me by mothering me in this way, but my darling mother took no notice. As far as she was concerned, are cuddles were merely delightful expressions of love between mother and son – and vice versa.
But of course I wanted more. I grew quickly through my teenage years and by the age of fifteen was clearly bigger and stronger than my mother was. This changed things for me. For a start, I was bugger and stronger than most of the girls my age and so the prospect of commandeering the use of a girls body without her consent became a very real possibility for me. The only thing that stopped me doing so was the prospect of shameful arrest and prosecution resulting from such a course of action.
I have to say that I didn’t hang out with guys much. They were far too serious about the quality of their relationships with girls. My addiction to the female form had no time for that crap and was becoming increasingly impatient for gross gratification. As far as I could see, there was only one woman in the world that I might use to obtain the sexual satisfaction I craved who wouldn’t automatically hand me over to the police. A woman who’s feminine body was always in my mind as I masturbated. A woman who seemed capable of forgiving me anything. My mother. My own special woman. Dad had his golf and his football and his job and his drinking buddies. I only had mum. He left us alone together a lot and mum never seemed to mind this. She innocently enjoyed our time alone together until that fateful day I crossed the line.
I wasn’t planning to, it just happened. As far as she was concerned, we were just having one of our sual little cuddles…..until she felt my erection pressing into her belly. I saw her eyes widen at the moment of realisation and knew that my guilty secret was secret no more. She tried to push me away but I clung on to her saying something like “no mum, I need this. I need you.”
I kissed her full on the lips and for the first time experienced the full softness of them and the flavour of her lipstick. Both served as an instant aphrodisiac to me and we were immediately wrestling. Mum was crying and begging me to stop; but it was too late to stop. I’d already started sexualy assaulting my own mother and what was done couldn’t be undone. My cock, my brain and my heart were all urging me to continue what was started and so I did. I told mum I loved her and wanted her and needed her as I started pulling her clothing apart so I could get at her naked flesh. I got behind her so she couldn’t properly defend herself as I peeled her clothing down from her shoulders to her waist. Still in this position, I tore her bra open allowing her bounteous boobs to bounce free. This freedom was only momentary as my hands swiftly grabbed them, my spread fingers sinking deep into their smooth softness.
I heard mum moan as I commenced to maul her. By way of token resistance, mum was writhing delightfully against me. She wasn’t strong enough or perhaps willing enough to break away. This realisation determined her fate. I felt a strange sense of detachment as I decided to fuck my mother. She was, after all, a woman and women were created to be fucked by men. The fact that we were closely related didn’t change this fact one jot. I started to force her towards the stairs and the conversation went something like……
“What are you doing, Johny?”
“Taking you to bed, mummy.”
“But why, son?”
“To fuck you of course. You’re the only woman in the world for me. I know dad shags you. I can hear it happen; it’s the music I’ve been wanking to for years, but now it’s my turn.”
I couldn’t say anymore at this point as we were halfway up the stairs and I was out of breath. Now I put all my energy into dragging mum up the rest of the stairs, getting her squirming feminine frame through the bedroom do and throwing her on the bed, traumatised face upwards.
By now, I felt somewhat shattered as a result of my physical exertions and emotional turmoil; but I knew I owed it to myself to complete the course of action on which I irrevocably embarked. Mum wailed pitifully as a I struggled to get the rest of her clothing over her broad hips but once that was done, stripping her completely naked was easily accomplished. Mum didn’t scream. She made no attempt to run away. She just lay there, sobbing and trembling with her tits and thighs all a-quiver. I glanced at her as I was taking my clothes off and saw her shaking her head, a distraught expression on her face and the words “noooooo, pleeeease don’t do this” on her lips.
But I did do this and it was everything I hoped it would be. Following the instructions given me in sex education classes, I got between mum’s nervously twitching legs, guided the tip of my throbbing cock through mum abundant pubic hair to the warm and surprisingly moist lips of her vagina and with one almighty pelvis thrust, rammed myself deep inside my mummy. It was as if her cunt engulfed all my senses at a stroke. All I could think to do was fuck her. I started to hump and was rewarded by a sudden warm wetness flooding over my sensitive cock and a different sort of moan from mum. Not a moan of dispair this time; more a moan I was well familiar with. The moan of a guilty pleasure accepted. Mum stopped trebling and started writhing sensuously.
Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around me in that most intimate of mother/son cuddles’ an embrace of incestuous fornication. I pumped mum hard and fast till we were both moaning and gasping. I recall looking deep into her soft brown eyes as I wailed “I’m cumming, mummy.” She gave me the dirtiest of looks, smiled salaciously, started to jerk and gushed warm wetness as she orgasmed. Not to be outdone, I rammed as deeply into mum as I could and ejaculated and then……. peace. I felt complete; whole; satisfied.
We didn’t move for quite a while. My weight on top of mum didn’t seem to bother her. After a while, I felt her fingers playing with my hair and her gentle voice saying, Not a word about this to your father, right?”
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