I found her greedy, selfish and cold, so I didn’t have a good relationship with her when I was studying.
She’s insufferable when she’s bad, but charming when she’s good.
She was good looking, fair skinned, and judging by the pictures of her when she was younger, she had a bit of class back in the day.
After all that happened later in life, I don’t think she was ever satisfied with her marriage.
Because of her beauty and flirtatious nature, I remembered from a very young age that she always dressed up in the mirror for half a day no matter where she went.
And her kind of personality, which goes with the flow and has severe neuroticism, is a direct result of those consequences.
When I was very young, I had some not-so-normal contact with my mom.
There are a couple of things I remember fondly.
When I was about seven or eight years old, I slept with my mom at night.
When I wake up in the morning, I often find her touching my penis.
At the time, I still thought it was funny, so I went to touch her in the same place, but she laughed and stopped it.
When I was already older, she used to lie naked on the floor’s cooler in the middle of the summer heat, even though I was right next to her, and she didn’t avoid it at all.
That’s how she is, she does whatever she wants as long as she’s satisfied and comfortable, without a care in the world.
One time, I broke into their bedroom and mom was probably changing her menstrual tape.
That summer, I graduated from high school and failed the entrance exam.
This summer was destined to be an unusual one.
Father went on a two-month long mission.
I was depressed and bored.
I’m an introvert, don’t have many friends and stay at home all day.
The greatest affliction of those boring days was the torment of sexual desire.
I was a late bloomer sexually and never had a girlfriend.
I didn’t know how to masturbate at the time and, funny enough, I hadn’t even had any seminal emission yet.
It was just mom and me at home.
Mom’s personality is just overly casual, with very few scruples.
She was always walking around unclothed on these summer days.
She kept leaving the door half open when she was changing in her bedroom, as if she didn’t care about my presence, and I saw her half-naked with her back to the door on several occasions.
The impact of these situations on me in the midst of sexual anguish cannot be overstated.
It was at this point that an element of danger sprang up in my subconscious.
At the same time I always have a sense of being tempted, but I can’t say what it is.
Later I realized that, in fact, mom’s those casual, but also her subconscious drive one day at noon when I napped, my life for the first time in the dream, the semen out of a lot of panties are all wet, and then thrown away the matter.
That said, I woke up feeling indescribably comfortable, but I immediately remembered the episode in my dream.
I dreamed that I was laying down and my mom came over to me and seemed to say something to me, then she put her hand on my pussy and I had a wet dream.
A few days later, I had another wet dream, and this time it had to do with my mom.
I’m starting to take an interest in my mom.
That’s when my brain broke.
I think back to when I was a kid.
And that feeling of seeming to be seduced by my mom got even stronger.
I started peeking at my mom in the shower.
The toilet in my house doubles as a restroom.
The wooden door was in such disrepair that it had a few cracks in it.
One day I ghosted one of the crevices with a knife and dug it wide enough to peer inside.
Later that night, when my mom went in to take a shower as usual, I tiptoed up to her, my heart beating wildly.
I could see my mom standing against the door scooping water out of a bucket to wash it, but I could only see the top half of her body and it wasn’t very visible with the water vapor.
But for the first time in my life I saw a grown woman’s breasts, naked breasts I stumbled and fled back to my room, the blood rushing upward throughout my body.
Then I peeked in a couple more times.
One day I was squatting on the toilet when I realized with a start that the hole I had dug in the door was conspicuous enough to be clearly visible, and that it had been deliberately gouged and chiseled in such a way that its purpose was obvious.
Mom must have found out too.
So mom knew I was peeking at her? But why didn’t she do anything about it? Once again, I reveled in the scent of being tempted.
I even imagined what I would do if and when that temptation became real A normal boy in puberty has no reason to suspect that his mother would tempt him.
But I’m like that.
In fact, it shows that my white-hot brain is completely broken.
Because of this, I then had a long history of a deep sinful mistake against myself The day it happened, I remember it had just rained and was a little cool.
The other night, about nine o’clock, I was in the living room reading a book.
Because of the heat, a bamboo cooler was set up in the living room all summer, and Mom loved to lie on it and read.
On this day, I was watching TV alone, and my mom didn’t know what she was doing.
So I lay down on the cooler.
I was reading a book and thinking about something at the same time.
I don’t know how long it took, but I think my mom came in (she seemed to have been busy in the bathroom before that) and she sat down on the couch next to me, also watching TV.
I left her alone.
Mom watched for a while, then suddenly stood up and said, Sleep in a little, and then she lay down on the cool bed, right next to me! What I remember very clearly is that my heart thumped violently and wildly at that moment.
That cool bed was no more than a meter wide.
My first thought was to get up right away, but I was sleeping on the inside, and I couldn’t get up unless I stepped over my mom’s body.
So I had to keep lying down.
How many years later, I always wondered why I was so nervous when my mom was lying next to me at that time. In fact, even if it is a normal mother-child relationship this is not a bad thing.
It was really in my own mind, and at the same time, I felt a deep sense of unease and wrongness, as if my mom was deliberately trying to do something.
So, I was very tempted and stimulated.
Like I said, Mom usually wears that home lingerie.
Her white neck and arms were right next to mine, and to be honest, I’d never laid with a woman as close as this in my adult life.
Mom smelled like a woman, I couldn’t tell you what it was, but it smelled like a woman.
I lay there, the blood rushing up throughout my body, my head spinning, and in the end, I basically threw in the towel and rolled over without even thinking about it I told you that at the time, I felt like my mom was intentionally trying to do something, and subconsciously assumed that she was trying to seduce me.
I snapped into action in large part because of this.
But my foggy brain never thought about what if I had gotten the wrong idea? What would have happened if I had? A slap from mom? Or a scolding? I was a little but, nothing happened.
I rolled over and clutched my mom all at once, my hands scrabbling all over her body, while my mouth went under her neck as if seeking affection.
It happened very suddenly.
It was only later that I remembered that my mom didn’t resist at all, instead she held onto my hand.
It was as if time had stopped, I was in a constant state of stupor, I couldn’t remember the specifics, the exact order, everything was confusing.
All I remember is that immediately after my mom clutched me, as if I had received confirmation, I defiantly hugged her and urgently went to kiss her on the mouth, and she actually catered to kissing me.
At the same time, my hands couldn’t help but run all over her body, I remember touching her breasts and couldn’t wait to go down again… I don’t know how long it took, it might have been ten minutes, it might have been two or three, I can’t remember.
I had been in a state of extreme arousal and my head was completely foggy.
That’s when I heard my mom whisper, Get on the bed.
That statement might have startled me on a normal day.
But I ghosted up, sat up, stepped over my mom, and got out of the cool bed.
By the light, I could see that my mom’s shorts were down her legs, revealing a dark mass in the center.
No doubt that’s what I just ripped off.
I warily walked into my mom’s dorm room and dutifully climbed into bed.
I lay down, just facing the living room, and saw Mom slowly get up, pull up her pants, and turn off the light.
The room went dark.
I heard some more noises as if my mom was closing the doors and windows.
Then she walked in.
By this time, I was starting to feel extremely nervous.
It’s probably the darkness and what’s about to happen that scares me.
I don’t know how to be nice.
For the first time since it happened I had some realization that if I had been a little more awake at the time I might have been able to salvage it.
But the darkness, the fear, the temptation, left me completely without autonomy.
From that point on, everything was left to mom’s control.
Mom stood by the bed and began to undress.
Strip down quickly.
In the darkness, all I could see was her white patch and the pitch blackness of her lower abdomen.
She got into bed and pulled the covers over us.
We immediately clung to each other.
I’ve been shaking! Really, since getting into bed.
I hugged my mom and went back to kissing her on the mouth, as if that was the only way to calm down a bit.
At the same time I started touching her again, feeling her breasts, and then involuntarily went back to the part of her that I couldn’t let go of the most… I felt my wet mom seem to enjoy being touched by me.
After a while, she started touching me too.
She touched me right down to my lower back while I was still in my pants! Her hand went down her shorts and grabbed my cock.
My penis was flaccid at this point! I was still feeling a strong erection in the cool bed.
But then, the extreme tension kept me weak.
Somehow I felt my mom laugh a little, as if it was funny.
She said: take off your pants.
I sat up and took off my tank top, then my shorts.
Then lie down again.
Mom proceeded to touch me, and I proceeded to touch her and kiss her too.
One more thing I’d like to say about kissing is that mom was sticking her tongue in my mouth.
I felt her saliva flow heavily into my mouth, as did mine.
I felt a little uneasy because my mom is usually very hygienic.
But she seemed to enjoy it.
So I learned to do the same.
That’s when I felt aroused and got an erection down there.
Mom held my erect cock tightly and rubbed it up and down as if she loved it.
I felt my mom’s somewhat calloused hand touching it with an indescribable comfort.
This went on for a while.
I said I didn’t know what to do, and I’d even rather just go on like this than offend my mom.
That’s when mom said softly, Come on up.
At the same time as if on cue a move, I rolled over on top of her and pressed my whole body against her.
Mom straightened the quilt on my back so it would cover me.
At this point, I didn’t know anything about it, but I got the knowledge from somewhere, and I felt it was time for me to do something proactive.
I clumsily tried to do that which I thought I was supposed to do.
It’s also just muddled though.
But at the time I didn’t even know how to masturbate yet, so of course I was completely clueless.
I tossed and turned for nothing, and my cock only slammed against my mom’s small abdomen.
I’m feeling a little hard done by.
I seemed to feel my mom smile again.
She reached underneath me and grabbed my cock I was like navigating through a maze of algae, a dark chaotic mess everywhere.
I am circumcised and have gone numb down there with no feeling or depth.
Mom’s hand moved away and I was still confused.
Suddenly, I realized something wonderful, as if something had never been experienced before had happened.
I glanced at my mom, who looked strangely close-eyed.
At that point, I realized with a jolt that I had actually penetrated, meaning that, clinically, my penis had entered my mother’s vagina.
Mom demonstratively pushed up and down underneath, teaching me to thrust in rhythm with her.
This reinforced the feeling that I was trapped in a meat pipe.
That worked for mom.
This sex thing is really unteachable, and I immediately felt an unspeakable sense of pleasure, as if there was a great and vague thrill at the top of my glans leading me to capture it.
It came and went, fleetingly, making me involuntarily, almost frantically, desperate to push up into that deeper going inside.
I heard the bedpan squeak and at the same time, I heard my mom ouch and scream again.
At that moment, I was a little scared.
Because Mom’s kind of sounding like she’s in a lot of pain.
I was pumping so hard that I was really worried about hurting her.
However, I was in over my head and simply did not want to stop.
At that moment, that great thrill in the glans was like rolling thunder in the sky, getting closer and clearer.
Finally, I heard it explode above my head and I exploded.
Aside from those two bouts of semen loss, this was the first time I’d ever had a real outburst.
Who knew that my first eruption in my life would be inside my mom! I shot an extreme amount of cum this first time as I felt a wet mess all over my and my mom’s lower body as well as the sheets.
When I was done I was extremely weak and spread out on top of my mom, not moving a muscle.
After a while, my mom stirred before I rolled over and lay down on my side.
I was just so tired.
So almost immediately, he fell asleep in a fit of weakness.
I was only confused when I felt my mom getting up and going about her business, and I opened my eyes, which were used to the darkness, to see my mom standing at the foot of the bed, bent over with her head down, carefully wiping her bottom.
This odd and unbelievable scene became my last memory of that day The next day, I woke up with a start, and it was already three o’clock in the morning.
I lay alone, oblivious.
All I could feel was that something was happening, but what was momentarily unknown.
I didn’t remember last night until I realized with a jolt how I was sleeping in my mom’s big bed.
My first reaction was fear.
Extreme fear, accompanied by regret.
It felt like the sky was falling.
And I can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault for what happened last night, that I’ve committed an unforgivable sin.
All day long I was in pain, repenting, wondering what would happen to my mom.
I was both afraid to see my mom and wanted her back soon.
It was nearly 6 p.m. when I heard my mom loudly greeting and joking with people on the stairs outside my door.
It’s like nothing happened.
She came back and cooked, did her work, everything as usual! But, can you believe it, that very night we had sex again! That day at dinner, I kept my head down, not daring to look at my mom.
Mom did the same, and the two were silent, avoiding eye contact.
But I felt that my mom was going to be calmer.
I kept waiting for my mom to scold me and get hysterical.
Like I said, I somehow always think it’s my fault.
Later, I hid in my room and sat under a desk lamp reading mindlessly.
I don’t know how long it was, but I heard my mom come in, and I felt her standing behind me, and I smelled the strong scent of perfume, and even though that’s what my mom always smells like, I could tell that she had just sprinkled her perfume on.
I turned around to see my mom, perversely fully dressed, sitting down, the light from the lamp shining on her face as she looked at me with a serious expression.
I bowed my head in panic, my heart beating a not mom was silent for a while, I didn’t know what to do.
Then Mom spoke up.
She said: don’t say anything about last night.
I nodded.
After another moment of silence, I heard my mom say, If you don’t tell anyone, no one will know.
Somehow I looked up at my mom.
She stared at me with unblinking eyes.
I couldn’t stand my mom’s forced gaze, but strangely enough, I was staring at her intently like there was something I didn’t understand.
A series of changes occurred on Mom’s face, culminating in an odd, I’ve-never-seen-it-before expression.
I hurriedly bowed my head in panic.
Mom coughed softly.
I felt her relax as if she was satisfied.
I looked up again and saw a sly, mocking smile tugging at the corners of my mom’s mouth.
What’s wrong, are you scared? Mom forced my eyes and whispered.
I nodded subconsciously and shook my head as if realizing something violently.
Mom laughed a stretchy laugh.
She’s a completely different person at this point than she was a moment ago.
It seemed so lighthearted and funny.
As if casually, she wrung her hand across my face, the mocking expression on her face as if I were a small child who had done something stupid.
I was about to say something, and I hadn’t said anything so far, when the unexpected happened.
Mom suddenly hugged me tightly all at once! Her hands pressed my head firmly against her breasts.
At that moment, I strongly felt her carnal desire.
Mom had one hand free to turn the light on the lamp to the minimum.
It’s a much stronger temptation.
The tight embrace, the closeness of my flesh, the sudden darkening of the room had ignited that wild and fainting libido of mine from yesterday.
I wrenched my head out to kiss my mom on the mouth and she kissed me back.
Kissing made my cock hard and erect.
I held my mom’s hands in her back pants and tried to spare her ass to touch her pussy.
Mom unbuttoned her shirt on her chest and gestured for me to touch her breasts.
She pressed down on my head again and asked me to suck on her nipple Just like that, after we hugged and kissed and touched each other for a while, mom said the same simple thing she said last night: get in bed.
We let go.
Even though my bed was right next to it, I knew Mom meant to go to hers.
My heart was pounding wildly and my hands were at my wits end, but my mom was as calm as ever…things like that happen the first time, they happen the second time, and whenever they happen, it’s a disaster.
For the rest of that summer I had sex with my mom, I can’t remember exactly how many times, but at least once every other day. Later on I always thought that my mom wasn’t really a slut, that it was just in her head, or her spontaneous nature, her wanton nature, that she did it.
Because, we’re usually always fine or pretending to be fine and heartfelt.
We never do it during the day.
It was only at night, driven by evil desires and under the cover of darkness, as if the sins were counteracted a little bit, that I indulged in the devil’s cross without a care in the world And, every time we made love, it wasn’t as hot and exciting as the incest novels on the Internet portrayed.
It was pretty much just normal fucking, no different than any other woman I’ve fucked.
Of course, mom was enjoying herself and I was enjoying myself at the time.
So when I crawled into my mom’s bed late at night with a great sense of guilt, the taste is still etched in my mind.
I’m just trying to be painfully hectic with this horrible repressed secret of mine in this blurb, not trying to publish anything pornographic.
However, since the numerous netizens are interested, I may as well talk more about it.
As I said, the sex I had with my mom was pretty normal, not hot, and that’s the truth.
For the longest time, I hadn’t even seen my mom completely naked.
Like I said, my mom is eccentric and temperamental.
Once, and it wasn’t long after it happened, I pulled my mom to her on the living room couch in the middle of the day, but she pushed me away impatiently.
It’s her initiative more each time, and I make sure to fulfill her when she asks for it, and not always when I want it.
Mom was the absolute dominant one in our relationship and she controlled me.
I’ve had oral sex with her many times.
I had an almost obsessive love for my mom’s sex and she loved it too.
But she never did that to me.
Though I’m very eager.
The first time Mom made a transgressive move was when she taught me girl-on-top, the only hot scene in our sex life.
Mom was riding on top of me, her head tilted back, the two breasts on her chest rhythmically fluttering about as she moved, and the sight was indeed very soul-crushing for me I had just said that we never had sex in the daytime.
There was only one exception.
It was one afternoon and mom was in the bathroom taking a shower.
She asked me to bring her a towel inside.
We were already in that kind of relationship, so I went in as a matter of course.
Mom was sitting in a big wooden bath tub.
Mom was in a good mood that day, so I took advantage of the situation and said I’d come in and wash too, and she agreed.
I just stripped down and jumped in and volunteered to rub her back.
After scrubbing I sat across from her and watched her wash.
Mom spread her legs and lowered her head to wash her pussy as she parted her labia and carefully scrubbed that inside.
As soon as she looked up to see me looking right at her, she smiled and said, “You know, you came right out of here.
I said with a bit of mischief, No wonder, it’s so loose inside Mom laughed and glared at me.
I just ran my hand over the spot and stuck my finger in again.
Mom made a ?????????????????????????????? s backwards huffing sound, and wanting to show it again, I leaned down to lick there, but it was awkward inside the bath tub, with my nose buried in the bush and my mouth full of water.
Mom laughed and said, Forget it, I sat up and by this time my cock was erect.
And I came up for sex.
Mom didn’t say anything and cooperated by letting me stick it in.
I pumped one at a time, only to feel my soapy cock slipping inside, and it was a special feeling.
Mom leaned back with her hands on her body.
I suddenly remembered what I had just said, I don’t know where I got the courage to say: Mom, which one is bigger, my dad’s or my dad’s? I thought my mom would scold me, because since we had sex, we almost never mentioned my father, as if unspoken avoidance of this topic.
But instead of getting angry, mom suddenly moaned with excitement, and there was a noticeable gust of tightness inside her… This time was also the first time I had ever carefully and painfully admired my mom’s naked body in well-lit daylight.
Mom’s skin is great, clear and delicate.
Mom’s breasts weren’t too big or too small, you could tell they were plump when she was younger, they were just a little saggy at this point.
Mom was about forty-three, forty-four years old, I should say that the maintenance is quite good, but also can not hide the changes brought about by the passage of time, thighs are a little flabby, but touching it is also a different kind of fluffy comfort.
The belly was a bit flabby and slightly bulging, but the hips were round and plump…all in all, Mom was one of those women with a bit of charm and poise.
I’ve often wondered since then what Mom wanted from me. If it was sex, she was perfectly capable of hooking up with other guys, and I always felt like she had a history of those things.
When I think about it, all I can say is that Mom’s in over her head Things ended when my father came home.
Strangely enough, I didn’t feel uneasy about facing my father; my mom panicked instead.
I’ve noticed she’s always unnatural around her dad, afraid to look at him when she talks, and surprisingly nice to him.
Did she feel sorry for Dad in her heart, or did she only feel the guilt of incest once she was back to being a family of three? I knew that mom didn’t love dad, and that she was willing to have this relationship with me because dad couldn’t satisfy her, but there was a great deal of guilt in my heart.
Anyway, our relationship basically stopped when Dad came back.
It only happened once, and that was one night when Dad was out and Mom came to me in my room and we talked for a while and she asked me if I thought Dad had found something.
I could tell that mom was scared and anxious, but there was also desire.
I comforted my mom for a while and hugged her.
Mom didn’t say no, so I pushed her down on my bed.
Mom was so nervous, which she had never been before, that she wouldn’t take her clothes off, and we just rushed through the whole thing.
It was also the only time we did it in my bed.
Mom had been distracted after it was over.
But Dad came home late, enough for us to do it two or three times.
Then we stopped altogether.
There were a couple of nights when Dad wasn’t home and we were on the couch in the living room, and I asked for it, but Mom didn’t want to do it, just cuddled, kissed, and caressed me, and that’s all, and she had her ears pointed to the door for noises.
Later, there was really almost an accident, that night we were on the couch lingering, I desire to big, I slid down to kneel on the floor for mom oral sex, mom sat on the couch spread legs, skirt up, I licked for a while, look at the mom was licking confused, stood up and wanted to insert, mom is also really confused, do not care about me.
But just then I heard the key in the door, and was really scared out of my mind, because I was almost about to stick it in, and we blitzed apart, and luckily I hadn’t taken off my pants, I had just unzipped the zipper on my jeans.
I hurriedly pulled on my pull-ups and sat down, and Mom couldn’t even pull on her panties in time, so she had to hastily lower her skirt.
We sat there pretending we were watching TV.
Dad, of course, found nothing.
But I saw my mom’s face go white and she didn’t dare move.