When I was younger I used to fantasize about fornicating with my mom. Mom was pregnant with me at 17, but for a long time she was always so beautiful and charming. As I grew into an adult, the dream still lingered in my mind, indelibly.
My dad passed away when I was 34 years old, and my mom is still mesmerized by the maturity she exudes. After a period of time, Mom slowly got back on her feet and faced life.
Although she is 52 years old, mom is still charming and attractive, so many men compete to ask her out and pursue her.
For my part, I think my mom is even more beautiful and charming now than she was 20 years ago. Has shoulder length dark hair, stands about 5.5 feet tall, and keeps herself neat and shiny at all times. Bust I’d guess about 36, not particularly large but sexy with the figure.
Once or twice when I was a child, I caught a glimpse of my mother’s breasts, and the sight was so mesmerizing and stirring that I still have a clear image of them today.
I moved to Florida from my home in New York City 13 years ago for a business venture, and I’ve struggled for some time to get my business off the ground.
Due to the busy work schedule and very little own time, the thought of wanting to rape my mom slowly slowly faded, receded and hazed down.
Mom called me one evening:
‘Son! Can I come stay with you for a few weeks? I want a change of scenery, a break in Florida!’
‘Of course it’s great, Mom! This is what I’ve been dreaming of!’
Picked up at the airport, the two hugged each other tightly when I saw my mom, I said:
‘Mom! You look great.’
Mom smiled slightly, and it was this smile, this smile that chased away the shadows within me that were imprinted by her mournful, sad face at the loss of Dad. At the same time reawakening the sullen reverie of sexual desire.
On the drive back home to the East Coast, the past came back to me. Mother and son had a brief conversation that rekindled a lot of memories from the past, Mom asked:
‘How’s that girlfriend of yours, Koni? When are you guys getting married?’
‘Koni and I blew it off a few weeks ago, and as for marriage, it won’t be considered anytime soon.’
After dinner, I led my mom to her room, where she kissed me goodnight and got ready for bed because she was so tired from the trip.
I went back to my room, undressed, and lay down on the bed to sleep. But when I thought that my mom was lying on the bed in the next room, my body immediately became hot, my dick hardened, and my lust emerged all over my body like a thousand ants penetrating my body. I wanted to slide into the room, lie next to my mom, and make love to her.
The old lustful thoughts of raping my mom were awakened once again, and they were more than several times stronger than the past thoughts. I had no choice but to think of my mom while rubbing my dick and masturbating, and after two releases, I slowly fell asleep thinking of my mom.
The next two days were uneventful, with me going to work, my mom swimming or shopping, and on the third day she got a tan, but it made her much more colorful. Twice during this time we had small talk, but it didn’t touch on the sexual aspect.
The lustful thoughts about my mom were getting stronger and stronger, and I knew clearly that if I wanted to rape my mom, I had to make it happen during her visit this time, or else the opportunity would be fleeting, and it might be difficult in the future.
I am in the publishing business, so I purchased a set of high performance computers for my family to continue working at home. One night after my mom went to bed, she sat down in front of the computer, took two pictures of her, and scanned them into the computer with the scanner. Then she called out a few erotic photos she had downloaded from the Internet and used PhotoShop to change them into mom’s face, which looked just like the real thing, and made me feel lustful when I looked at them.
I found another photo of two people having sex, and replaced it with my mom’s and my faces, making it look like a real mother and son were having sex. Finishing the photos made me feel a greater impact, pulling out my dick and sitting in front of the computer, staring at the photos on the screen while fantasizing about rubbing and jerking off.
From now on, whenever I have time, I will create nude photos of my mom and collect them. Thanks to the PhotoShop program, no one could tell that the photos were doctored.
Mom watched me work on the computer [not while creating nude photos, of course] and expressed her interest in using it.
On vacation, my mom asked me to teach her how to use the computer, so of course I was eager to do so, but I was surprised by what my mom said, because she talked to me about the Internet and told me that she was very curious about the Internet space, and that she was looking forward to learning to go in and out of it freely. What a “modern mom”, so interested in computers and the Internet.
Mom asked me to say:
‘Are there really a lot of porn stations on the net, full of erotic descriptions everywhere?’
”Hmm… ugh…”
I was a bit shocked for a moment and couldn’t answer. Taking a breath and smiling, I answered:
‘Yes, actually not just a lot, it’s practically unlimited!’
‘I’ve wanted to learn to actually operate it for a long time.’ Mom said to me.
After a brief introduction, sit mom down in front of the computer and teach her the actual tips and tricks.
Mom is still very smart and learns immediately. Mom seemed very excited about this and immediately asked me to teach her how to get on and off the internet.
I told her step by step and taught her how to Internet roam, how to search for websites and how to download graphic materials.
Mom was obsessed with the colorful Internet. She especially loved the “chat rooms” where she could chat with real people instead of just looking at a cold machine. When I got to an erotica site, I was a little nervous, but mom was just fine and didn’t care.
Finally, she taught her mom how to turn the computer on and off, and told her that she could turn it on and roam the Internet whenever she wanted.
Mom asked questions and I helped her with all of them, teaching her to get on newsgroups and channel subscriptions.
Mom was interested in some of these newsgroups and immediately found a few to start visiting, and I then taught her how to pass on the information, and she showed a lot of interest:
‘I didn’t realize the net was so vast and interesting, it’s really fascinating!’
I had to leave for a few hours for something, leaving my mom alone on the computer, walking towards the door of the room when she was playing without even moving her head, walking out the door and talking to her:
‘See you later, Mom!’
Mom should have been so mesmerized by the game that when she heard me, she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen and responded:
‘Good-bye, my dear!’
When I got home from my errands, my mom was sitting by the pool in a very sexy three-point bathing suit, a glass of wine in her hand, and smiled when she saw me:
‘Come over here, son!’
‘Come! Talk with mommy.’
‘Okay, mom! I’ll go change into a bathing suit and be right there.’
Changed the swimsuit next to the mother to sit down, see the mother brown, slender body, so that I sincerely envy, lust also unconsciously attacked up, penis tight almost ejaculation, hurry to hold his breath to transfer the thoughts.
‘Do you have anything interesting on your computer? …. Hmmm… Oh…just pretend I’m bullshitting. I found something really interesting in my computer and was so scared that I couldn’t help but pull out my legs and run.”
Mom was coy, and I was in a dilemma as to what Mom was referring to, maybe it was something on the internet, maybe she had found nude photos I had created, I couldn’t be sure.
‘Nah?’
I figured there was no way Mom would find those nude pictures. Mom started telling me about what she had read on the internet group and asked me to teach her how to download the graphics again, which I nodded yes to without thinking.
Mom got up from her chair and took my hand and walked toward the computer, talking as she went:
‘I’m going to show you what I found.’
Mom spoke in a calm tone, and I don’t think she should be the one to find those nude photos.
I was dead wrong, though, as Mom sat down at the computer and locked straight into the PhotoShop program, calling up the photos of me raping her and cross-examining the questions:
‘What is this ？？？？ Hmmm ㄣ?’
‘Don’t you get mad, mom!’ I tried to calm my mom down:
‘I was just bored that day and made a little joke, that’s all.’
‘How could you do such a thing?’ Mom asked:
‘I mean, we don’t ever do that, do we?’
When I said that, my mom couldn’t help but laugh out loud, and I laughed with her as if I was relieved.
”Actually apply this program, mom! This kind of thing is really easy.’
I said so to Mom and gave a brief explanation of the cut and paste technique.
‘That’s funny!’ Mom replied:
‘But let’s get back to this picture, why did you do it?’
‘This ….. Well ….. In my opinion…Mom, we’re both adults, I think I should be able to be honest with you, don’t you? Mom!’
I couldn’t believe it, I was going to tell my mom that I wanted to rape her, she nodded and I continued:
‘You know what? When I was a teenager I used to fantasize about having intimate relations with you!’
‘Most young boys are like that.’ Mom interjected.
‘Yeah, but it didn’t take long for that kind of thinking to sneak indelibly within my consciousness. When you arrived and saw that you were still so beautiful and charming, well …. The fantasies of the past swirled within me once again. The picture you see is the result of those fantasies.”
‘Maybe most people think “incest” is wrong, but I really don’t understand how.’
Mom had a little shock, a little delight, and a little fainting eagerness to listen to what I had to say.
‘Son! To this day I will be honest with you.’
Mom said with her eyes looking straight at me:
‘I always had a special feeling for you, son! In fact, when you were a teenager, I used to look forward to being close to you and for you to make intimate contact with me. And you know what? Dad and I didn’t have a very harmonious sexual relationship, so Mom relied on fantasizing about having sex with you to ease the sexual tension. I know that’s wrong, but I can’t help thinking about it.’
‘When you were a teenager, always trying to find ways to get close to you, and spying on you naked, I loved the sight of you naked, but I secretly vowed never to take having sex with you to make up for my lack of sex …… unless, unless you told me you wanted to have enjoyable sex with mom. I said to myself that I would readily agree to mother and son together if you asked, but of course for me to initiate it would never be possible!’
‘Now that you are an adult, you can make your own decisions and take decisions. No matter what, mommy will always love you. Sometimes the thought of it fills me with guilt, but somehow the desire to make love to you in a pleasurable way has lingered in my mind all these years.’
Mom’s words left my entire body frozen in a daze. After a moment of hesitation and nervousness, my mom opened her arms to greet me, and I quickly rushed over and hugged her tightly. After a few moments of hugging, mom reached out and held my temples, pushed her head back slightly, stared straight at me, and then planted her lips on mine.
In this electric moment, our relationship does a heavenly transformation, and from then on, the two of us are not only mother and son, but also lovers!
The first kiss was so stirring, so passionate, so deep, so choppy, that it took a long, long time before they parted contentedly.
Mom sighed:
‘Whoo! Kisses, Mom’s heartfelt son! Mom is so in love with you!’
‘Mom!’
I softly whispered in her ear.
Their lips pressed together in degrees of eagerness, while their tongues busily entwined and sucked each other.
While kissing my mom passionately, a ray of lustful thoughts and desires were penetrating through the walls and crawling all over my body. Sex just happened in a very natural way, everything seemed so natural.
In the middle of the passionate kiss mom grabbed my hand and covered it with her right breast, I immediately tightened my grip on the soft breast and gently rubbed the nipple with my thumb, mom’s nipple was already firm and waiting there.
A rubbing and gripping and squeezing made mom moan out in lust:
”Hmm…hmm…heart …. Liver…good…son…son…mmmm…good…good…mmmm…’
We sat down in the small empty seat next to the computer and hugged, kissed, and caressed each other fervently while our eyes gazed deeply into each other’s, hugging, caressing, and kissing each other affectionately again and again as moans continued to emanate from both of our mouths.
I was so horny I couldn’t wait to get to the comfy and big bed and wanted to penetrate mom’s cunt right away in this uncomfortable position.
Mom, on the other hand, wanting our first time to be anything but haphazard, stood up, took my hand and walked into the room, getting comfortable and laying down on the bed.
Mom unlocked on the double-dot swimsuit, breasts naked in front of my eyes. Two meatballs are still very attractive, dark brown nipples standing up, more attractive, lowered his head to take it into his mouth, gently sucking, licking and kissing, mom comfortably tilted his head back, closed his eyes tightly, his hands holding my head.
Sucking one and then the other, sucking enough on the breasts and then licking and kissing my way down, past the breasts, the belly, to the pussy, and when I touched my mom’s cunt, my whole body convulsed and twinged with excitement.
Mom arched her back and raised her ass, silently signaling me to remove her panties, and of course I acted without hesitation, finally getting my first glimpse of my long-desired and long-awaited mother’s lascivious, lust-filled, fascinating pussy, which was thick and dense, with brownish-brown pubic hair covering the precious labia.
I stood up and took my swim trunks off, displaying my swollen, hard, throbbing cock in front of my mom’s eyes, who looked at me in surprise at the sight of my cock and said:
‘Whoo! Whoa! Son, your thing is so big! I don’t think I can hold it with one hand!’
Mom sat up with a big smile on her face:
‘Lay down, heart son, and let mommy lead you in a way that will make you absolutely comfortable.’