My stepmom caught my friend and I hanging out in the kitchen and started getting sexual with me way too quickly. She has to learn that we should keep these things more private! She did not give a fuck though and began to suck me off right there. She was starting to think thats why my buddy has been spending so much time at our house recently, to see her take care of me. She continued to give me a passionately sloppy blowjob until I blew my load in her mouth once again. My stepmom is the best!
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My stepmom loves to bother my friends and I. We were just trying to relax and watch tv until she showed up in a revealing dress and started distracting us. We usually don’t mind this, but she decided to give me a cock massage right in front of my best friend! This is usually something we do in private, but she handled it with candor. I could not keep a straight face when she began to blow me. My friend could tell that I felt like the man, and he definitely was not wrong. Things got even crazier when she used her tits to fuck my cock. My friend was focused on us more than the tv! Stepmom then rode me until I was ready to cum and sucked it all out so we wouldn’t make a mess.
I heard it said that when an interest becomes an obsession, you have to do something about it, “address it, think over the consequences of your actions, work to improve your mind to a healthier state of being.” Sure, that might work for some people, but my mother raised me to go after what you want most in life, and what I want most in life, is my mother.
I suspected that my mom might be into me too, just little things that make me think that she could be flirting with me: her house robe folded over and exposed her breast once, she giggled, apologized, and covered herself. I analyzed her giggle for days, it was feminine, flirty, not like the motherly laugh I’ve heard her use in my formative years. I analyze her relationship with my father and look for cues that they’re relationship is falling apart. I’ve even managed to start some arguments between them in the hopes of turning the two against each other, and yes.. it’s working. I don’t feel guilty about it, I know you are reading this thinking that I should be ashamed, but I believe my mother deserves someone who will worship her, watch her, make sure she is happy at all hours of the day, someone like myself.
I’ve developed a plan to seduce her. I just need to convince my mother that she is a stunning woman, even more beautiful than the super models in their 20’s in Bikini Babe magazine. I know what my mom’s insecurities are and I will use them to my advantage. I’m not a deviant person, don’t you dare judge me before you watch my story. I’m just a man who is in love, and a man will do anything for a woman he’s in love with, especially when the woman is his mother.
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My dad hates to watch old movies, especially Westerns, it’s become sort of a Friday night tradition that mom and I watch them together. I call out to my mother, “it’s starting, hurry!” My fresh faced mom comes into the living room wearing her white night shirt and her socks. She sits close to me and runs her hand through my hair, her hands are freezing cold. I grab the blanket on the back of the sofa and wrap it around us. “You’re freezing, c’mere and I’ll warm you up,” I rub her thigh, back and forth until her skin warms. I see her legs part, it was so subtle the way she uncrossed her legs, is she turned on, or am I reading into this? I try to brush off the shameful thought about my mother and we continue to watch the old movie.
I’m watching the movie, trying to keep my dirty thoughts off my mom’s thigh, and she hooks her leg around me and puts her head on my shoulder. I wonder what my mom saw in my dad, she loves to go to parties, watch movies, read fantasy books about science fiction, romance, and adventure, and Dad’s into his hobby of making wooden bowls in the garage, he’s sort of a recluse when it comes to parties, or going to movies, and on Friday he’s been going to bed early, because he won’t stand to watch those “stupid old shows,” leaving me and mom alone to entertain ourselves. I think about how similar I am to my mother, and if I wasn’t her son how good we would be together. The thought is interrupted by my sweet mother gasping, “oh gosh, that scared me a little bit.” She holds me close and I take the opportunity to rub her thigh, I go higher, “mm.. my thighs are so sore from running,” she moans. I glance over and see her breathing, her breasts rising and falling with her inhale and exhale. My finger hits the edge of her panty, wetness trickling down from the site, my mom is feeling turned on now, there is no question about it. I am turning my mother on.
I muster the courage to kiss her cheek, she looks at me. There is a tension between us, but an excitement, it’s electric, and I feel scared, but still I am leaning in, looking into her beautiful eyes, closer and closer to her lips. My hand slips under her panties as my lips meet hers, she exhales into my mouth. She gives in to me, and I give in to her, we’re no longer mother and son, but we’re lovers. She moans when I put my fingers inside of her and reality kicks in, my father is just down the hall sleeping. We can’t get caught, but we can’t stop until we both have cum, we will have each other.
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I didn’t always think this way about my mom, even though she is easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Last semester my coach recommended I start jogging to get in better shape for the varsity team. I took up running, usually early in the morning after my mom went to work, and I’m getting pretty good at it. I can jog a mile and a half in seven and a half minutes, but just two weeks ago I could barely jog a half a mile without stopping. One morning, I saw a woman in front of me. Her ass was perfect in heather gray spandex leggings, she was wearing a thong underneath, her blonde hair was pulled up in a pony tail, her shirt was loose and would sway left to right giving me glimpses of her toned and tiny waist. The glimpses of her waist, her ass moving up and down. the swaying of her ponytail felt .
My cock twitched at the thought of holding her from behind, pulling down her see-through pants, and fucking her. I ran behind her for a moment until I mustered up the courage to say “hello,” I picked up speed. Maybe if we fucked I would grab her ponytail? I laughed to myself at the thought of fucking a total stranger, I tried to think of something to say when I caught up to her. “Hey,” for starters would be alright, “nice weather?” The distance between us was getting shorter and shorter, and I started to recognize her, maybe she was from my school? She’s older, I’m close enough to see the fine lines and wrinkles from her hands, no ring, she’s single. Maybe she is a teacher? Oh fuck, that is so hot, a blonde teacher with that body! I was just steps away from her, and then I recognized her.. oh.. she was my own mother! I fell back, allowed the distance between us to grow, and I stopped in my tracks. I bent at the waist and my hands propped my torso upright. I was breathing heavy, confused, excited, and horny, and a little disturbed. The woman didn’t look like mom, she usually wears baggy sweat pants to jog in, and an old, oversized t-shirt, but yes– it was her. What in the hell was she wearing?
It was that night I fantasized about fucking her, first we fucked against a tree, then I moved my fantasy to Bear Mountain. I used to camp there when I was a boy and I always wanted to bring a hottie there. The fantasies with my mom, at Bear Mountain, fucking in the lake, in front of the campfire, in the tent, it became an obsession.
I hate to be so vulgar, especially about my own mother, but honestly fucking her is what I wanted most. Not making love, but seriously fucking her in the woods, as if we were wild animals that weren’t concerned with what society thought of us. I wanted to smell her, feel her nipples on my tongue, taste her, and enter her from behind. I dreamt of our bodies nude by the campfire, she would look up at me and beg me to make her cum. The fantasy would come in my mind so often that it would wake me in the middle of the night, it was hard to concentrate at school, and when she was in the house, all my senses were heightened, it was as if I was always looking for her, conscious of where she was, what she was doing in the house. I knew I was going to make a move, but I didn’t know how.
The last day of school is tomorrow, finals, and I can’t sleep again. I’ve started to devise a plan. More and more details about how I could tell her she’s beautiful. She doesn’t think she is, but I will make her believe it. I will brush her hair behind her ear, maybe I’ll do something corny like find a flower to place there. The threads of seduction start to come together. I’ll try my best, I’ll confess, and I’d do it by the campfire, but how do I get her to camp with me? She’s such a girly girl, she has never camped before! I thought for hours until it hit me. She needs a day off as bad as I do. I’ll convince her to come with me, I NEED to do it. It’s as if I am sick with obsession and I’ve got to try to find relief. She will either accept me and let me have her, or reject me and ruin the idea altogether.
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I can’t pinpoint when it all started to happen. I know my boy has always been helpful and attentive to my needs. Whenever I need something done, he’s the first to volunteer his help, whenever I am feeling blue, he is around to cheer me up, and when I’m sick, he’s the one bringing me soup and tea in bed. I don’t know how the flirtations started, but they did, and they were subtle at first. I remember our hands softly touching in a way that is not common between a mother and a son, my glance at his newly masculine body when he has a towel around his waist, a hug that lasts a little too long, and these dirty interactions started to escalate. It was just last Summer I noticed his affinity for smelling me, he loved to wrap his arms around me and breathe me in, he oftentimes held be right under my breast, as if he was allowing his forearm to feel my supple breasts. His face nuzzled into my neck, and I saw the look of intoxication on his face, and it wasn’t my little boy’s face anymore, it was my man’s.
It was a night in late August, we were playing board games and it was storming out. I playfully shoved him, and he shoved me back, hooking one arm around my waist so I couldn’t fall down. HIs face was close to mine, and we began to lean in towards each other, an uncontrollable magnetic force pushing us closer, and closer, until our lips touched. I don’t normally kiss my son on the lips, but I did last night, and it was soft and sensual. He melted into me and I wanted to taste his lips, his tongue, I was French kissing him with the passion that I thought was well in my past, but now it’s here, and I feel truly alive. I felt young and awake, and scared, and then– he laid me down on the floor and my conscious got the better of me. I stopped it. “Wait…please.” I asked him to go to his room while I collected myself. I came in about an hour later.
“This has to stop,” I told him. He tried to convince me how it felt so right, and he practically begged me to reconsider. “If you love me, you will respect my wishes,” I can’t believe I told him that! It was so definite, my decision was made, and my decision was final. I laid in bed and cried that night, the rain beat down on my windows out the sound of my thoughts screaming at me to change my mind, to go upstairs into my son’s warm arms, to enjoy the comfort of him, to make love to him, shamelessly. I fell asleep and when I woke in the morning, the sun was out, the birds were chirping, and it felt like a fresh start.
I started to paint my toes when my son came down the stairs. He smiled warmly as he always does when we say good morning. “Let me help,” he set my foot in his lap. My boy has always painted my toes, he’s better at staying inside the lines, but this time my foot was rested right on his hard cock. I wanted to dig my sole in, to try to feel the girth and length, but instead, I moved my foot. I stood up and went to the window. My son followed me. “I think we should mow the grass,” I told him as he wrapped his arms around me. “Sure,” he responded as I felt his cock digging into my ass from behind. I felt myself get wet, and I turned around, I rubbed the hair on his chest, my hand went down the bumps of his abdomen muscles, and I forced myself to walk away.
Tyler grabbed me and sat me down. “I have to tell you something,” he told me, “I have to move out.” I started to panic. He can’t move out! I only have him for 2 more weeks before he has to leave for college. “Mom, I can’t do this with you. I know you don’t want me to touch you, but it’s almost as if I can’t control myself around you.” I wanted to kiss him, to confess that I feel the same way, and to “give in,” but instead I listened. “I have to move out, and time will cool things down between us. I want to respect you, and what you want.” No, no, NO! What will I do to make it right?
“Darling,” I swallow not knowing what I’m going to say next terrifies me, “we can give in to each other, as long as we follow the rules.” My son looks at me with curiosity. “I used to have a boyfriend that was religious, back when I was your age, and he couldn’t have sex with me unless we were married. Instead there were other ways we could enjoy each other, get each other off.”
“You want to get me off?”
I looked away with shame. You see, he’s a man now, but sometimes he still looks like my little boy. It’s so sick, I’m so fucking sick. “Yes,” I tell him with certainty.
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My girlfriend Sarah broke it off with me. I’m pretty heartbroken about it, I thought she was the one. Sarah doesn’t want to date a guy with a broken dick, and she didn’t outright say it, but we both know that’s why she doesn’t want to screw around anymore.
My Uncle Paul is a urologist, but he’s the top urologist in the country, and he’s a huge deal in my hometown Chicago. I’m having an issue where I need to see a doctor like him, and I figure since he’s my uncle he’ll keep my visit to him on the down-low. I still have to pay him, but he promised to give me a break.
I see my beautiful mother on the couch and I ask her, “can I borrow your car?” She lifts up, “sure, where are we going?” Mom is so used to me bringing her around on errands, to appointments, and even out with friends, she’s a cool mom.. mot like those stuffy, bloated high-waisted soccer moms that you’re used to seeing. She shines her smile at me and doesn’t buy my whole “gotta hang out with the guys and do guy stuff” line. I hate to lie to her so I give her a half truth, “I’m going to hang out with Uncle Paul.”
Mom raised her eyebrow, and I knew she was suspicious. Her brother doesn’t hang around our family much, he’s all about business first, family second. Mom hates that he has a new hottie girlfriend every week, she thinks his collection of sports cars are ridiculous, and his Penthouse Condo downtown is “a bit much.” She’s got a way of wiggling the truth out of me and I confess to her the most embarrassing secret of my entire life. “I cannot keep an erection during sex,” and her jaw drops in shock and pity, “it’s why Sarah broke it off with me.” I see the gears turning in my mother’s head, she thinks she can solve every problem, especially if it involves me. She tells me that all I need to do is find a woman who will build my confidence with patience and love. Mom’s beautiful lips part, and she tells me, “close your eyes.”
I hate to think that she’ll touch me, would she? I mean.. a part of me really wants her to, but I know it’s wrong. I search my brain to tell me what to do, what’s right? It’s my mom telling me to do something for her, and I should obey her, you should always obey your mother.. but oh God, would she touch me inappropriately? I don’t think she has that in her. We’ve always been close, but not “that kind of close.” My mom is stunning and if I wasn’t her son, I would give in to whatever she wanted, but it’s not right by law, by nature, to.. “CLOSE YOUR EYES,” she interrupts my inner-voice with her strict instruction, and oh God– I do it. I closed my eyes and waited with the hairs standing up on the back of my neck, my pumping through my body, my senses were all heightened with anticipation.
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