At the time, we lived in a two-story cottage with two bedrooms, one for me and one for Mom and Dad, until they divorced.
The bedrooms were on the second floor, next to each other, and there was a door between the two bedrooms, but it was always locked.
I never thought about that door until my father left and my mom went to sleep alone in her bedroom.
The door between our bedrooms was an old door with a big keyhole, though I never saw any key, or anyone, to open it.
When I was young, this door was a mystery to me.
Having been taken down at one point, the doorknob appears to be very long, and someone has been known to stuff the keyhole with filler so you can’t get past it to peer next door.
I have woven stories over and over for this door, and the people who have lived in this house.
I tried desperately to imagine what they might have used the door for. And whenever I asked my mom about it, she always told me that the door was for a maid.
The people who used to live here had a maid who, she said, slept in my bedroom.
To make a long story short, after my father left and my mom was alone, I began to imagine stories about the door.
By my sixteenth birthday, like most boys of that age, I was becoming increasingly curious about women and liked to look at naked women with no clothes on.
I began to collect copies of videotapes of prostitutes and other magazines with photos of naked women and honey spots.
I hid these magazines under my bed so my mom didn’t find them.
Every night when I went to my room, I took out these magazines, picked them up, and looked at the pictures.
To me at that time, a woman’s honey spot seemed to be the most wonderful thing in the world, and I longed to drive my rod hard into the face.
Although, after a while, the photos don’t do it for me.
I want to see the real thing.
One day, while my mom was out shopping, I grabbed a screwdriver and tried to dig that stuffing out of the keyhole.
After a long time, a hole in this filler was evident.
It’s actually stuck to this metal surface.
Be that as it may, after multiple hard pokes, it mostly loosened up and I pushed it to the other side.
Examining the view through this open keyhole, I saw that it was an excellent viewpoint to see all of Mom’s bedroom and bed.
Needless to say, I could hardly wait for my mom to come home and go to bed that night.
And when Mom walked into her bedroom at night, I got the best reward of all.
Kneeling down and peering through the keyhole, I saw my mom remove her clothes, one after the other.
The first thing that was revealed were the breasts, I never in my wildest dreams imagined that my mom would be this voluptuous.
I watched my mom’s breasts jiggle up and down while she bent over and slowly removed her stockings.
People like me wondered why I hadn’t thought to myself before that my mom would have such a perky chest.
I finally learned that a bra sometimes hides a woman’s true vast size.
Gazing through the keyhole, I saw at the same time that, in real life, the fresh buds on a pair of breasts were so large; and a large brown circle surrounded the buds.
What a lucky baby I was to have the privilege of sucking warm milk from these buds! I wondered why I had stopped.
I remember reading novels about a boy who was watched over by his mother until he was eight years old.
That would be me, I think.
I would never give up, and I think I would have consistently sucked milk from those bountiful tits.
What would Mom think if she knew what I wanted? The thought thrilled my rod.
When mom removed her panties, the lustful pubic hairs on her honey spot were so clear and more striking than those I had seen in magazines.
Upon seeing the sight again, my entire rod hardened and I began to rub it aggressively.
After mom gets naked, she usually lies on the bed and reads for a while, with her legs slightly apart.
I fantasized about my rod, burying itself deep into the black jungle between my mom’s legs, constantly moving in and out, going as deep as I could.
I rubbed my rod until cum squirted onto the door.
Spying on my mom in the dorm room, this went on for many nights.
As time passed, I memorized every part of my thirty-four year old female body, my mother’s firm, magnificent breasts, which jiggled up and down in waves whenever she walked around the room with her delicate breasts.
When she lay down, they looked as if they were going to pour out of her sides; and when she moved, they looked like two large balls of flesh across her upper body, meant to be rubbed and savored.
I also fell in love with my mom’s honey spot, including the sexy black jungle with the beautiful cleft hidden underneath, where she would occasionally absentmindedly place a finger, evoking warm and wet delights.
After one time, I forgot all about porn magazines.
After one time, I even got tired of masturbating.
I want a real honey hole, one like Mom’s, one that’s warm and tight and full of slippery nectar for my rod to plunge into properly.
I want to cum inside a honey hole.
I want orgasm after orgasm.
I want to fill it completely with cum.
However, the status quo remains unchanged.
I wasn’t bold enough to just run naked into my mom’s bedroom and force a showdown with her, especially when she was still awake.
Only once, when I knew she was asleep, did I tiptoe into my mom’s bedroom and quietly get into her bed.
I carefully pulled the bedding to the side and angled it across her body, my head very close to Mom’s honey spot.
But in the end, I lost my nerve and had to satisfy myself by breathing in the aroma emanating from my mom’s honey hole.
Her hot, musky, powerful seduction spurred me on, and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen rod, deep within the object of my desire.
It was enough just to think all in the air, and I slammed the bottom of my hand and ejaculated in one gulp.
My cum squirted everywhere, her ample breasts, her belly, and a drop or two landed on her curly leg hairs.
After calming my breathing and feeling back to normal, I leaned over my mom’s sleeping body and examined the two pearly drops of cum on her pubic hair.
Stretching my fingers, I dabbed at the white, cloudy cum and worked my way down past the pubic hair to her honey spot, which in turn entered the opening of her honey hole.
A few light touches and the inner petals of my mom’s honey hole, as if alive, greedily accepted the precious cum I was offering.
Mom sighed softly and rolled her body a few times.
She moved her ass up and down for a moment, then lay back down quietly.
Realizing that it was too risky to stay on, I tucked the covers back over my mom and retreated from the dorm room, promising myself that I would muster up even more courage the next time around.
Once again, I mustered up enough courage to sneak into my mom’s bedroom.
This time, I think I was really unlucky because Mom was right in the middle of her physiological period.
Pulling the sheet out from under her sleeping body, I saw the thin thread of a tampon dangling from her honey hole.
It did pour a great deal of cold water on me, and needless to say, I had to dutifully withdraw from the room.
Not only did he curse his luck, but he vowed to pass up any chance of stealing a fuck from his mom.
But the resolution didn’t last more than two weeks! One time, mom and one of her female friends were downstairs all night getting drunk.
The two of them slowly drained a four-liter bottle of wine, cracking jokes at each other’s expense and reducing the men they had known together in their lives to trash.
Much laughter and conversation rang out in the kitchen as they dispensed drinks and snacks, chattered and talked, and fussed like three nuns.
It was about ten-thirty when Betty, a friend of Mom’s, her husband, called and wondered what kept her up so late.
So she said she had to excuse herself.
Of course, I eavesdropped on the whole thing.
Almost ten minutes after Betty left, I heard Mom try to climb the stairs to get back to her bedroom.
I heard her trip several times along the way, but she finally made it back to her room and closed the door.
Peering through the keyhole in the door to our room, I saw my mom slumped on the bed without undressing or turning off the light.
It seems that mom should not not want to change her clothes, I think she is really drunk.
After a long time, I gazed through the keyhole at her passed out body on the bed.
Hearing her snoring loudly, I knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime.
After realizing she was drunk, I immediately got an erection from excitement.
I stripped fully clothed, entered my mom’s bedroom and walked over to her bed, reassuring myself that she wouldn’t catch a cold.
Pulling up her skirt, I moved my hands under her fat white ass and removed her pink panties, leaving one side on her legs for easy homing.
The shock of seeing my honey hole up close made my rod almost ache, and my glans even turned purple from the rush.
After the last time, I no longer had an erection, or a wet dream, so the semen in my scrotum was, no doubt, aching from the need to relieve it.
Spreading my mom’s legs, I positioned myself between them and, with one finger, stroked her honey spot, probing its juicy interior.
Over the snoring, Mom softly began to moan, her body gently rolling over.
My rod dripped with secretion, and when I placed it at the entrance to my mom’s honey hole, it trailed a long, thin, silver-white line starting from the glans.
It took little effort, and with a gentle push, the entire length of the rod went into the honey hole.
Incredibly, my mom’s nectar system gripped my rod, as if by magic, and wrapped around it wonderfully.
It was a completely involuntary reaction; as I was certain that my mom had not yet awakened from her drunken stupor and was in a deep slumber.
Despite this, mom’s wailing continued, gradually responding to my in-and-out thrusts with a melody unique to itself.
I began to thrust forward in earnest, faster and deeper, leaving all caution behind as I worked my way into my mom’s honey hole, controlling the rhythm of my rod and pushing as deep as I could.
Quickly, I felt the first tug from my loins, a signal that I was going to cum.
If I had any qualms about ejaculating inside my mom, now would be the time to stop, but I only pause for a moment, just a moment.
The idea of cumming a huge amount of cum inside my mom was so exciting and fun that I couldn’t stop.
I love the idea.
I love this idea.
I’m going to make it happen.
I want to shoot my hot cum inside my mom’s slut.
I love the idea, and, if mom knew, she’d probably like it too.
Losing all self-control, I exploded into the depths of Mommy’s honey hole.
The rod, deeply moistened in the honey hole, kept shooting forward with thick sticky liquid, shooting and shooting.
Semen splashed right into the cervix, competing furiously to surge into mom’s uterus in search of eggs.
Spasm after spasm sent wave after wave of cum from my young testicles until she could no longer hold all my seed inside her.
This warm, sticky liquid then flowed down the rod, past her ass and onto the bed, staining the sheets.
The intensity of my orgasm still shook my senses, and it seemed like an eternity passed before I cooled off, lying on my back on top of my mom.
When I awoke from this dream-like situation, the rod had softened, yet was still within my mom’s honey hole.
Twenty minutes later, the rod inserted in the honey hole, undoubtedly thickening again, clung to it.
I regretfully pivoted my rod, and my mom’s honey hole actually seemed to pull back hard, as if reluctant to let go.
Pulling my panties back on and putting them on, I tucked Mom in.
Her snoring continued, and I don’t think Mom will ever know what happened that night.
By the time morning came, most of my seed had entered her womb, and the cum that remained in her pussy would be absorbed by her body.
Some of the dried semen left on the bed, at the honey, would be taken as her own secretions.
I’m free at home, I’ve always thought so.
And as I left the room, a satisfied smile appeared on my face.
But after a few weeks, I realized that the seed implanted deep inside my mom that night had done its work, bringing me an unforgettable night, and unexpected consequences.
Mom came home from the doctor’s with her face white as a sheet.
When I asked her what happened, she told me she was pregnant… but she didn’t know how it happened.
In the midst of my shock, it occurred to me that the night I stole into the room and secretly fucked her was exactly two weeks after her period (the time I saw the tampon).
Mom was fertile when I fucked her, and I actually impregnated my own mother! What am I going to do now?