Confessions of a Mother-Son Incestuous Taboo Relationship and Desires

The following is true and is happening now. I know my writing needs some work and perhaps as this story continues in my life my writing will improve.
About ten years ago I became sexually attracted to my mother. She is a petite woman, standing no more than five feet and four inches and weighing no more than one hundred and five pounds. She has dark brunette hair that while short can still be pulled back into a pony tail. Bright green eyes that are offset by her light complexion draw you into her gaze. Her smile is one of perfectly set, shining white teeth. She is a beautiful woman. However, it was her breasts that compelled me to start viewing her as a woman instead of as my mother.

She can be disagreeable at times, having the type of superior attitude that is born only of old family monies. However, she is extremely graceful in all that she does. She is much refined and is certainly a credit to any social occasion. She is most elegant and delicate, quite a precise woman most of the time. While looking at her, you are drawn to her. You desire her, you wish to please her.

Ten years ago my mother, after having too much wine one evening fell asleep on the couch in the living room near the fireplace. It was in that room that night that things would change for me. In the flickering light of a dying fire I studied my mother’s sleeping form. Her slightly pouted lips ,her slender neck, her rolling bosom. She was wearing a long sleeved shirt made of a plum colored material that hugged her breasts. It is in that moment that a primal desire took hold of me, before I really understood what was taking place I was ever so gently touching my mother’s breast. Her breast felt full and firm in my hand, she felt as a woman is supposed to feel.

I continued to explore this avenue of taboo for several minutes, slowly rubbing where I believed her nipple to be to see if it would harden under my touch. This was more to give me a visual stimulant than anything, though feeling her nipple respond to my touch was sensational. After seeing her nipple stand up I was so aroused that I retired to my room and proceeded to masturbate several times.

From that point on I became infatuated with my mother. I would steal her panties out of the laundry hamper and masturbate with them. I would go into her closet and look at her bras, imaging how it would feel to strip one off of her marvelous 34c cup breasts, to run my tongue over her entire breast. Any time my mother had too much to drink and fell asleep on the couch I would touch her breasts. As time wore on, I became more bold in my actions. Sometimes I would lay my hand on one of her breasts while pumping myself with my other hand until I would ejaculate all over the floor. At some point I realized I wanted more. I wanted to see my mom’s tits.

I started pulling down the neckline of her shirts on these nights when she would sleep on the couch. Drinking in the sight of her cleavage I would think to myself that nothing could compare. It was on one such night that I pulled down her neckline that I discovered she was not wearing a brassiere. She was wearing a white tube top and I could stretch it out just enough that I could see her left nipple. Her aureole is about the size of a half dollar and dark pink in color topped with a nipple about the size of tip of your pinkie finger. I became so aroused that I threw all caution to the wind, keep in mind when I would be doing these little late night explorations I was ever so cautious. With my mind in a daze my hands began to slowly lift up the bottom of my mother’s shirt. I would pull a little here, then pull a little more on the other side, quarter inch by quarter inch I began exposing my mother’s flat, white stomach.
It seemed like sixty seconds though in reality I spent close to twenty minutes easing her shirt up to just below her breasts. Then finally I lifted the shirt over her left breast and without moving or even breathing I held my gaze, locked on the magnificent sight that had been eluding me for these long months. It was clear to me that I had come this far, and that if I did not take her nipple into my mouth I would forever regret it. With a delicacy I had previously not known I took my sleeping mother’s nipple into my mouth, closing my lips over it and gently running my tongue over her now rapidly hardening flesh.

After that night I would no longer just touch her breasts through her shirt, I would now lift or unbutton her shirt and either be rewarded, or have to pull her bra down, or up. Whichever way it needed to go to give me what I wanted. This went on for several years. Almost getting caught several times. After so many close brushes I believe she suspected what I was doing though she never said anything. How else would her bra get twisted? Or her breast free of it? And always, I was there. She stopped sleeping on the couch when I moved away and I just enjoyed what mental images I had stored over the years and that was that, or so I thought.

Soon after I moved back home after college, which was about eight months ago now, I was presented with an opportunity of old. My mother had, after several glasses of wine, fallen asleep on the couch. I had not thought of this for some time, but I had been out with my friends drinking and couldn’t resist. I began by touching her breasts outside of her shirt, then gradually lifted her shirt and freed both of her tits from her bra. The way she was sleeping, her arms were pressing her breasts together making them all the more desirable. It was at this moment that an idea occurred to me. Ten years ago there were not cell phones with cameras, today there are. I reached into my pocket for my iPhone, made sure the flash was off and started snapping shots of my mother’s exposed breasts. Once I had three good shots, I tucked her breasts back in, pulled her shirt down and went back to my room to masturbate while I looked at pictures of my mother’s bare breasts.

Those pictures started the cycle back over. I once again began to see if she would fall asleep on the couch. Or I would stay in and ask her in the evenings if she would like to watch a movie with me, knowing full well that she would fall asleep sometime during the movie and I would be free to pull up her shirt and take pictures. After several months of this I was trying to think of something else I could do. I fantasized about seeing her naked, about how my cock would look in between her painted lips while staring into those brilliant green eyes. What it would feel like to have her small body in my arms while she rode my dick for all it was worth. She is still very petite while I am now six foot three and weigh a more or less solid two hundred and fifteen pounds. She is like a porcelain doll in comparison to me.

One night after we had been drinking quite a bit I decided to tell her how I felt. I told her that I was sexually attracted to her and had been for some time. That I was sorry that I wasn’t “normal” and had developed this weird desire. She obviously did not know what to say. My mother comes from an extremely affluent family from the Northeast. Candle light dinners with linen napkins, Beethoven softly wafting out of the Bose. Very prim, very proper, and here is her son confessing his sexual desires for her. Well she told me I was confused and to go to bed. That I had had too much to drink and wasn’t thinking clearly. I let it go at that, feeling better that I had told her, knowing that she now had thought about it as I had.

About two weeks after I had confessed my sins I again found myself in a similar situation, although this time she brought it up. She asked me if I remembered our conversation, and not to worry, that everything would be alright. I told her that I thought about it constantly and was there something maybe she could do to help me with this secret problem. She said of course there was nothing that she could do, she was my mother! Sons do not think of their mothers that way! I told her that I did not choose this affliction, that it wasn’t my fault that I so deeply desired her. Her face softened and she looked into my eyes and asked what I had in mind. Believing it was best to start small and hopefully work up to something bigger some other night I asked if she would take her shirt off and give me a handjob. She told me absolutely not, she would not give her son a handjob! But then she lifted her shirt and bra up and told me to jerk off. I don’t know if I was more shocked that she actually did it, or that she used the phrase “jerk off”.

With my heart in my throat, and beating damn near hard enough to choke me I pulled my rapidly expanding cock from my gym shorts and began to stroke it while looking at my beautiful mother’s exposed breasts. We were in my parent’s bedroom and my mother was propped up against the headboard of their bed. The room was dark save one dim lamp on her nightstand that bathed her in a golden shadow. It was the most erotic thing that I had witnessed. Neither of us said anything as my mother watched me stroking my cock while I stood next to her bed and looked down upon her breasts. I leaned down and take a nipple into my mouth and I heard her gasp, she put her hand on my head and told me that I could not touch, yet she did nothing to discourage my action. She told me to cum for her, to cum all over her tits and as I straightened up to shoot what I am sure would be my biggest load ever all over my mother, there was the sound of a doorknob turning but the door is not opening because I have locked it. My father then knocks on the door and tells my mother that she has locked him out.

It is all too much, I shoot my load all over the carpet and am frantically trying to get seven inches of iron boner into my briefs while simultaneously trying to get to their bathroom door. Their bathroom allows you to enter from the hallway, or from their bedroom. I have locked the outside bathroom door. So while my mother lets my father into their bedroom, I sneak out through their bathroom. My heart is pounding and I feel very much excited and alive. I am also feeling something else, a feeling I know not the word. Whatever it is, it is brought on by the fact that my mother just lifted up her shirt, told me to cum for her.
The next morning found both of us awake early as usual. We were both getting ready to walk out the door for work when she told me not to worry about last night, that everything would be okay and that she loved me. Nothing else was said about it nor did anything happen for about two weeks except me masturbating every chance I got, usually cumming into a pair of her panties that I had nicked from the hamper.

Then one night my dad said he was going to bed and asked my mother if she was coming with him. She told him she would be along in a little bit, she was just going to finish her glass of wine and enjoy the fire for a moment longer. I took this as a good sign, she was pretty intoxicated and leaned way back into the oversized sofa. I went over to the thermostat and turned the heat up a bit, just to make it that much more cozy. Maybe she would fall asleep and I could pull her shirt up again. I then turned the only lamp in the room off, now the only light was that of the blue and orange flickering flames in the fireplace. After turning the lamp off, and refreshing our glasses of wine, I took the chance to sit next to my mother on the sofa. I had previously been sitting in a club chair to the right of the fireplace but as that offered me no strategic value I took the risk. We talked for a bit then I asked her if she would like me to give her a foot massage since I am sure her feet were tired after standing up all day. She told me that I didn’t have to but that if I wanted to she would enjoy it. I told her it would be my pleasure, but that I had to warn her up front, I had never given a foot massage and I was bound to be bad.

Sitting next to her on the couch I picked her legs up and moved her so that with her legs straight out her feet would be in my lap .A few minutes of rubbing her feet produced two things. One was a confirmation that I was indeed bad at foot massages, and the other was a raging hard cock. She began teasing me about how badly I was doing and we laughed a little bit, then she started rubbing my cock with her free foot. I thought I was going to cum right then. Here was my mother rubbing her foot all over my incredibly hard penis while we stared off into the fire, listening to the crackle and pop of the burning Oak.

I began moving my hands up her calves then up to her thighs then I went for it, I began to rub her pussy through her pajama pants. She moaned with pleasure and continued to rub my cock with her feet. With her eyes closed I leaned in and kissed her lips, she responded by kissing me back with the hunger of a sexually unsatisfied woman. I pushed my hand down the front of her pj bottoms and found her trimmed thatch of pubic hair soaked with her desire. I couldn’t believe how hot and wet my mother’s pussy was nor that I was running my fingers over it. I began to rub her clit and had her squealing and moaning in pleasure. She reached her first climax after about thirty seconds. She was loud enough that I feared my father may hear her and come out to see what was happening, though before I could put much more thought into that idea I pulled my gym shorts down and placing my hand on the back of my mother’s head,and guided her down to my fully erect phallus. She did not hesitate to completely engulf my member.

There I was, after all of these years of fantasy, looking down and my mother as she bobbed her head up and down the length of my shaft, swirling her tongue over the head while lightly cupping my balls. She sucked me until I came in her mouth which was easily less than a minute. She gave a soft moan wrought by her own climax as my orgasm erupted from my cock, filling her mouth and throat with her son’s semen.

Not wanting to lose any momentum I began kissing her and rubbing her clit, my erection was not abating and I knew this may be my only shot at fucking my mother, the woman I desired most. She began to pull her shirt over her head and as I began to kiss her breasts she stopped me and said “David! What are we doing?! I thought you were your father!” I told her that everything was okay, that we weren’t doing anything wrong and didn’t she feel good? I told her she couldn’t deny how wet she was, that she couldn’t deny that it was I, her son, that had aroused her so. She told me it was wrong and that we couldn’t do that. That I was her son. She got up from the couch and went into her bathroom and from there went to bed. I went into her bathroom and found that she had taken off her pj bottoms and that were thoroughly soaked through from her multiple climaxes. I put her soiled bottoms to my face and inhaled as deeply as possible, savoring the scent of my mother’s cream.

The next morning she avoided me and we did not speak before she left for work. I went into the laundry room and found her pjs from the night before, still soaking wet. I took them into my room and masturbated while breathing in the aroma of her sex.

I tried to talk to her about it several times over the next couple weeks, but she put it off and refused to acknowledge what had transpired. With Christmas about a week away it, whatever it, this horrible monster, was put on the back burner. Nothing was different in our daily relationship. My mother and I have always enjoyed playful banter and a good relationship and we continued to enjoy such. I was beginning to despair, thinking that it would never happen again, and what I could have done differently. However there would always be a thought in the back of my mind telling me that it can still go forward. After all didn’t she pull up her shirt and tell me to jerk off for her? Hadn’t she known that was me? Didn’t she also know that I was sexually attracted to her? Couldn’t that possibly turn her on knowing a much younger man desired her, knowing that I wanted to pleasure her?

New Year’s Eve my parents went to an annual party in the city that they have attended for years. I, as per usual, declined my invitation, preferring instead to hang out with a crowd my own age and maybe chase some tail. The night proved to be wild but fruitless as the only girl worth pursuing left early for one reason or another. I was more or less just going through the motions anyhow. Not cracking jokes and flashing smiles. I still had designs on another woman and I was not yet ready to concede defeat.

After waking up on a couch at 0730 I decided that I would really like to sleep the rest of my glorious hang over off in my own bed. I got into my car and drove to my parent’s house. New Year’s Day at my parent’s found both of them at 0830 drinking mimosas and chatting around the fireplace. Believing that a little hair of the dog is always in good order, I accepted their offer and made myself a drink. After a bit I made breakfast for the three of us which was followed by more champagne and orange juice, then went to see if I could find my mother and I a movie to watch in the tv room.

She came in and laid down on a couch and waited while I selected a movie. I could tell that she was quite intoxicated and really feeling good. She then proceeded to tell me that she was unhappy with her job, with her sex life and with all things in general and that she was going to get “shitfaced” today! Hearing my mother talk like that will always catch your attention because it is so out of character. Here is this little tiny proper woman who has always portrayed this sterling character and it is becoming evident that she has a dark side. With my father now taking a nap, I am, needless to say, intrigued.

I told her that I know she is stressed out and that sometimes things can get a little overbearing. She then asked me how do I deal with it. Looking at her straight in the eye I told her “ I use sex to deal with stress” She laughed and told me that was a good idea, that she loved sex but that it just wasn’t there for her lately. I took this opportunity to ask her about the other night. When she asked what I was talking about, I said “you know, the other night on the couch when you gave me a blowjob.” She responded by asking me if I didn’t think that was a little weird. I told her not only did I not think it was weird but that I really enjoyed it. A thin smile played over her lips as she asked me “Did you like that?” I told her that it was incredibly hot to watch my mother suck my cock and that I wanted to see my dick in her mouth again. She gave me a little smile and said “We’ll see.”

I got up from my chair and went and sat on my mother’s couch. When she asked me what I was doing I told her that I was going to seduce her, I said it jokingly but we both knew there was more to it, we both knew what was about to happen. I began rubbing the back of her neck and massaging her shoulders. Completely relaxing her, allowing her to enjoy the pleasure of having a man touch her neglected body. Allowing her to remember how sexy she is. I slowly reached for her chin and brought her mouth to mine in a passionate kiss that made my heart pound against my chest with the feeling of rushing excitement.

There are a couple of things I should have done here at this point that I failed to do. Instead of pleasuring her as I should have. Instead of slipping her house pants down her slender hips and eating the pussy that I have been fantasizing about, I asked her if she would like to give me a little New Year’s Day happy.
“Can I have a little New Year’s Day Happy Mom?” I asked.
“What do you mean baby?” my mother coyly asks
“ Well you know, you said you liked doing it the other night.”
“Sucking cock? Oh yeah, I like sucking cock. Pull it out and let me see it.”
I pulled my hard cock out and my mother let out a low moan. She placed her hand around the middle of my shaft and said “Oh yeah, you’ve got a nice one baby, I want to suck it.”

With that my mother lowered her head to my throbbing erection and took a few inches into her mouth, closing her lips around it and swirling her tongue about the head. Her hair had fallen over her face which I pulled back and tucked behind her ear. It was so amazing watching this woman that I love so much bring me so much pleasure. To be so sexually aroused that words fail. I continued to watch my mother expertly suck my cock while she fondled my balls with her hand. She broke off and we began kissing once more. I pulled her shirt and bra up so that I may take her glorious breast into my mouth, I feel her nipple, hard as a tootsie roll in between my lips. We are both enjoying ourselves with no regard to what may be considered unusual, we are giving into our desires.

I told her that I wanted to be inside her. That I wanted to fuck my mama’s hot pussy. She asked me if I wanted to fuck my mama, if I wanted to fill her up with my hard cock? I told her that I did, that I was going to take her right then on the couch but she told me we didn’t have enough time, that my father would be home soon. She told me she would have to finish me off right now and we could fuck later tonight, so with that she began to work my cock with her mouth. We began jerking my cock off together, her alternating between kissing me and sucking my dick and before long I was ready to cum. Right before I came I yelled out “ Mom I’m going to cum!” at that point she dropped her head and took me into her mouth while jerking my dick.

I shot my first stream straight down her throat, after the second she took her mouth off of my erupting penis and said “oh baby, you are cumming!”
I kept pumping my load out as she jacked my cock. I have never experience such a spectacular orgasm in my life. She had cum on her face, dripping off her lips. Her black sleeve cuff had cum all over as well as her hand. She licked her hand clean and with an exaggerated and sexy air she licked the cum from her lips. She looked up and me and said “ I want more.”