(This is an article about incest, so don’t read it if you have a heavy sense of morality!)
Preface: This is a translation of the article, such as translation is not good please more letters. In addition, this is my first attempt, I hope you seniors do not spare advice. I also hope that you can respond more, so that I know what I’m missing.
When my parents first met, my mother was a trainee beautician and my father was an electrician. After a long struggle, his father founded a company and opened many other branches. In addition, he had a number of retailers who worked for him. And my mother, Rita, even if you don’t think she’s beautiful, you can’t argue with the fact that she’s still a woman of style.
This story begins on my mother’s fiftieth birthday. To celebrate her birthday, she and my father were arranged to go to Majorca to enjoy a ten-day long vacation while I stayed temporarily at my sister’s house.
I’m the youngest of my parents’ three children, and everyone jokingly calls me “Blackout Boy” because my mother gave birth to me on a blackout day when I was nine months old. I’m fourteen years old, while my sisters are in their thirties, so you can deduce that my birth was a mistake (or the result of my father’s desire to have a son).
However, two days before my parents were to leave, my father was unable to go on vacation due to work, so it was finally decided that I would accompany my mother on the trip. Thus, two days later, my mother and I set off for Majorca.
Upon arriving at the hotel, we discovered a fact that had been overlooked. Namely, my father had booked a double room, so didn’t that mean that my mother and I had to share a double bed? Being in such a hurry, changing rooms was out of the question, and mother and I had to face it with a smile and some jokes.
I must admit that I don’t think my mother or I will be able to enjoy the vacation because neither of us has any companions of our own age. I also don’t think that my mother would have been able to ignore it and deal with it in a normal way.
However, the few nights spent together weren’t as bad as one might think.
In the evening, we had dinner in a bar and enjoyed the entertainment. In the evening, when we returned to the hotel room, while my mother was in the bathroom taking a shower, I hurriedly rushed to bed after changing my clothes and covered myself with the blanket, because I was only wearing a pair of underwear. When my mother came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a sexy nightgown. Needless to say, I knew that it was for my father’s sexual arousal, not mine.
After kissing each other goodnight, we each took a corner of the bed and fell asleep with our backs to each other.
I never imagined what a sexy woman my mother was until I was in bed with her. But now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Every night, after a kiss, I would lie in bed thinking about how I could “accidentally” touch my mother’s nipples. That’s why I always felt bad in the mornings, because my dick was always so hard when I woke up for the sake of a woman who was sleeping next to me, a woman who had started to become my sexual fantasy. How I wanted to jerk off, but I couldn’t. I always jumped up from my bed and rushed into the bathroom as fast as I could to take my first piss of the day. But I overlooked the fact that my mother had actually seen the bulge in my pants long ago, and although she had a big smile on her face, I knew she did notice.
In any case, as the vacation progressed, every night I would always try to touch my mother’s nipples and enjoy the sensation. My method consisted of prolonging a little bit of time to kiss my mother goodnight and then letting my hands slide properly and slowly over her shoulders until I reached my goal. It’s not fun at all, but when I tickle her, it usually turns into a situation where the kids are playing with each other, which really isn’t fun at all! Finally, I tried blowing on her neck. In my imagination, I think this blowing tactic accomplished the goal. But in real life, when my mother asked me to stop, I think my action just angered her. Through my mother’s body language, I think she knew something was going on, she just didn’t want to talk about it. And all I could do was sit on the edge of the bed and jerk off uninterestingly every time she left.
The last night of the trip finally arrived and my mother allowed me to have two beers while she had some herself.
At bedtime we walked back towards our room with a few drunken moments back to the room and I closed the door in front of me while my mother lay on the bed with her arms wrapped around her chest and her feet crossed over each other. I lay down beside her and we talked and laughed on the bed.
Things became a little different, though, when my mother recounted to me what it would be like if I were an adult.
The entire conversation became somewhat personal, as my mother talked about what she thought when she was pregnant with me, and the shock of finding out she was pregnant at 36.
As I listened to my mother, I raised one hand and looked at my prone mother, listening to her talk about how she was the oldest mother in the nursery, and then the first time I was mistaken for my grandmother by another mother when I was in school. In this moment, I put my arm through my mother’s body and proceeded to place my hand lightly on her left nipple. My hand was there for a while before she realized what I had done.
My mother looked at my hand, then slowly gazed up at me with a knowing look on her face as she whispered, “I think you’d better take your hand away, okay? Son.” I knew exactly what she meant, but I said, “Most wonderful mother, I don’t think you’ve ever asked…”
At this point my hand began to move in a circular pattern, rubbing my mother’s nipples. She rolled her body into a ball and rocked it back and forth, her body taking on the tremor that comes with a big laugh. After she stopped moving, she flattened herself on the bed, put her arms around my neck, pressed my head down to hers, and then gave me a big, wet, spontaneous kiss, the kind of kiss that only comes between a mother and her son.
It wasn’t what I wanted. When she let go of me, I thought to myself, “Do it now, or you’ll never get the chance. Screw the consequences!”
A smile remained on her face as I leaned my face towards my mother and was kissing her lips tenderly with mine. I tilted my head back and gazed deep into her eyes before letting my lips press against each other once again. Kissing until she didn’t have time to wonder about the meaning hidden behind the kiss. I raised my left hand and moved my mother’s body to the other side of the bed. On the mattress she was unable to move because of my body.
Another kiss, this time my mother opened her mouth slightly, and when her tongue touched my lips, I felt an overwhelming pleasure. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and she responded with action. Now our tongues were tightly entwined like two snakes.
This one passionate kiss accelerated my breathing. I had kissed many girls of my age, but for some reason, this current kiss made me feel more hot and feminine. It was the sexiest kiss I had ever tasted up to the present, and my body trembled with excitement. My cock reacted with a fierceness I had never felt in my life, and my head felt a jolt of dizziness. With kiss after kiss, I could feel my heart beating violently in my chest.
I slowly moved my head to my mother’s stomach and slowly unbuttoned the nightgown she was wearing before slipping my hands into the white bra and caressing her two huge breasts. When I touched the bra, it gave me a rough and smooth feeling. My fingers wander over the lace until I find and playfully pinch my mother’s nipples.
The mother stopped the kiss in progress and gasped, “That’s enough, son. I think we’d better stop this before it gets out of hand.”
“Mom, don’t! I love you. I want you.” I pleaded, knowing I had to do something to keep things moving.
“We did have some fun.” Mother said, and then added, “But I’m your mother, and…”
While she was still talking, I quickly freed my cock from the confines of my suit pants and I took my mother’s hand and let her hand rest on my stupidly hard cock. When she touched my cock she fell silent and let out some gasps.
She gripped my cock tightly and worked her hand back and forth while pulling my body tighter against her. I stroked her legs with both hands and then pushed into her pussy, spreading her thighs as wide as she could in order to facilitate the movement of my hands. The center part of her panties was, by now, long soaked with lust.
I had never heard of such a thing as a woman’s secretion of lust, so my first reaction was that my mother had wet her pants, but in any case, my lust was so high that I didn’t have time to think about such trivial matters for the time being. My mother was writhing on top of me, kissing my cheeks and neck, and hugging me very passionately.
Suddenly, my mother jumped up and knelt in front of me, gasping, “Come on, come on!” She pulled me up from the bed and pulled my top out of my pants. She unbuckled my belt and then ripped my inner and outer pants off one at a time, hard. I took a few steps forward, and now my cock was only inches away from my mother’s face.
Then something strange happened, she slowly lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth, sucking greedily on the entire length of her eager cock. This was my first experience with oral sex, something I knew nothing about until it happened.
Fucking heaven! Incredible pleasure! Watching my mother’s head bobbing in front of my cock over and over. I held my mother’s head, then let my cock slowly enter deep into her mouth. Her tongue licked and caressed my entire glans, while her hands stroked my scrotum and caressed my balls.
My mother must have known I was on the verge of cumming because she stood up straight and asked me to remove her clothes. Needless to say, first the nightgown, then the skirt, and both of her nipples were pressing against my chest before I removed her bra. After I removed her bra and let it fall to the floor, my mother’s nipples hung in mid-air, regaining their freedom.
I couldn’t resist the temptation in front of me, so I began to fondle them. First I pinched, then from time to time I rubbed those two nipples with my palms. The pleasure I felt, the softness and size of my mother’s nipples, and their hardness were more than I could describe in words.
My mother’s movements said it all. She lay back on the bed, let me press into her, took hold of my cock and guided it off toward that wet, lustful pussy. It was my first time, and I pumped and thrust, my frenzied movements making me look like a madman. However, my mother slowed me down.
“Shh… shh… shh…” she called out softly, “Take it easy, slow down.” She began to direct my movements.
I let my firm cock pump slowly in and out of her cunt, deeper and deeper and deeper, as I relished the lustful pleasure. I felt my mother’s fingernails, which were now digging deep into one side of my ass, and I experienced an excitement that I had never felt before. My mother continued to control the rate at which my cock pumped inside her until I was no longer able to continue.
Suddenly, a convulsion arose in my body, followed by the first time I shot my semen into a woman.
My whole body was weak and my legs were paralyzed, while I heard myself gasping for breath. I clung to my mother until the spasms disappeared without a trace.
I left my mother’s body, my eyes staring at the ceiling and letting out a deep breath.
She gave me a deep kiss and said, “This should not have happened. My dear son, we must never do this again.”
It’s true, except for my begging and pleading, my mother and I didn’t make love…