She smirked, “I understand everything you said, but how would you know about the last one?”
“… I noticed…”
“Is this the way a young guy should look at his mother?”
“I told you you’d hate me.”
“I don’t hate you. In fact, now that you talked to me, I love you even more. But why don’t you think it’s just a simple obsession?”
“Because I have never felt like that before. You may think I am too young and inexperienced to judge, but I went on dates with 10 girls before. The reason you didn’t hear about them was that neither one of them I cared to see a second time. Debra was the only one I spent months with, and eventually, I was also disappointed with her as well.”
I saw tears in Mom’s eyes, “Honey, I am your mother. What do you want me to say?”
“Please, say yes.”
“How can I do it? You are my flesh and blood. Don’t YOU feel it’s awkward?”
“I don’t care about stigma, morality, and other BS reasons. I am in love with a woman, and it’s only between the two of us. Nobody else should know or care about it.”
She was now crying, “Leo darling, my mind is disoriented. I cannot think. I am going to sleep.”
“Mom, I love you too much. I know this discovery messes up your life. But you insisted on knowing what bothered me. I will no longer talk about it. But since seeing you without the ability to have you is too hurtful, I’ll stay away except for times we eat dinners.”
She gazed at me with pleading eyes. I ignored it, went to my room, and closed it behind me.
…
The next day I wrote in my diary, ‘Yesterday, Mom insisted I told her what bothered me. I tried to avoid the discussion because I knew she didn’t feel like me, but she forced me to admit my love to her. Now the situation is worse. She knows her motherly love is not enough for me, and I want more. I hate myself for putting us in this conundrum. What do I do now?’
In the evening we ate dinner. An uncomfortable silence during the meal was occasionally interrupted with us peeking at each other. She smiled at me twice but my face remained serious. When I was done, I approached her, kissed her forehead, said, “Thank you, Mom,” and went to my room.
The same routine repeated itself for 2 days. On the 3rd evening, when I thanked her for dinner, she whispered, “Honey, I can’t take it anymore. What do you want?”
“I want to be able to love you without restrictions.”
She glanced into my eyes, “Can’t you see I want the same? But how can I convince my mind and god it’s OK to knowingly commit a sin?”
“You are more conservative than me. For me, god is an idea rather than a real entity. I try to be a good person: I never killed, robbed, or harassed another person. I pay my taxes on time and occasionally volunteer my time to just causes. However, whatever the two of us do in the privacy of our own home is our business and nobody else’s.”
She sighed, “Oh, god…”
“Night, Mom.” I went to my room and closed my door behind me.
I worked on my computer until 10:30 and turned the light off. As I did it, I heard a soft knock on my door. “Yes, Mom.”
“Please do not turn the light on. May I come in?”
“Please, do.”
She opened the door and waited there for her eyes to adjust to the darkness in my room. The soft light in the living room behind her made it easy to see her fantastic figure through her sheer nighty, especially her protruding big tits that showed little sag. I prayed she wouldn’t change her mind and leave. She didn’t.
Mom slowly approached my bed. I shifted to the side. She lifted the cover and moved beside me. I hugged her trembling body and whispered, “Thank you, Mom.”
She murmured, “Honey, I am scared to death.”
“Mom, I am going to hug you, nothing else. I just want to hold in my arms the woman I love.”
Gradually, her quivering diminished, and she leaned her head on my chest. I caressed her hair and whispered, “You can’t imagine how happy I am you are here. Just feeling your warmth is such a pleasure.”
“Leo dear, I can feel your heart beating fast.”
I giggled, “It proves one of us HAS a heart…”
“You are wrong. I have a heart, too.” Next, she took my hand, placed it on her covered breast, and asked, “Do you feel it?”
“Mom, I am not sure, but whatever I feel is soft, warm, and makes me happy.”
“Me too…”
I gently caressed her covered tit, feeling her nipple harden under my fingers. My pecker stiffened too.
Mom lifted her head and mumbled, “Honey, I missed you so much.”
I kissed her forehead, then her nose, and then moved to her lips. Her luscious lips caved and parted slightly. My tongue licked her upper lip. She shivered. My mouth retreated from hers. She glanced at me, “Kiss me again, please.”
My lips found hers, and she spread them, allowing my tongue to invade her sweet mouth. I French kissed her, with my palm kneading her voluptuous breast lightly.
Mom’s hand touched my hairy chest and fondled my pectorals. My hand moved to her soft tummy and slowly descended to her nicely trimmed bush.
Mom’s pulse rate accelerated, and her breathing turned shallow. I stopped there, waiting for a sign that I was allowed to continue. Seconds later, her legs parted, and she whispered, “Yes, honey, yes.”
My fingers gingerly advanced to her labia. They were moist and ready. I moved between her legs and buried my face in her cunt. She held her breath and shrieked. I began lapping on her juices, careful to avoid her clitoris. Then I inserted a single finger inside her pussy and started probing her snatch. Another finger followed soon after, rubbing the anterior wall. Mom moaned, and her hand pushed me deeper onto her vulva. It was time: I intensified my tongue action and my massage of her G-spot area, as my thumb tweaked her clitty. She gasped and shook violently. Her moans turned to whimpers as she underwent her first orgasm. I continued my ministrations for a few minutes before slowing down.
My stiff cock ached to take part in the action, but I was patient. It was our first time, and I wanted to ensure it would be as pleasurable as possible.
When Mom’s shaking decreased, I advanced slightly up and knelt between her thighs. I aimed my tool at her opening and rubbed the top with her abundant juices. She felt it and whispered, “Honey, that is your last chance to abort. Once you are in, you are a motherfucker for life…”
“Mom, call me whatever you wish. I want all of you.”
“Then go ahead.”
I penetrated very slowly, remembering that in the last 20 years, only a mid-size vibrator had been used in her tunnel. She was very tight. No wonder: After delivering me, my father disappeared, and her vagina began shrinking, causing disuse atrophy. The vibrator I discovered in her drawer was no match for my large, 7.5″ cock.
I was halfway in when Mom’s torso quivered again, and she underwent a second climax. I progressed further patiently, letting her narrow pussy accommodate my advancing cock. Eventually, I was all the way inside. I waited a moment and then started gently pounding her cunt. By then, her orgasm was at its peak. Mom’s body jerked erratically, and I heard unintelligible words coming from her mouth, “Oh, my deear god… I caan’t. Nooo… pleeese.”
I increased my strokes, and her whimpers became a cry.
I whispered in her ear, “Mom, I love you. You are mine now. I wanted you so much. I am about to cum too.” She didn’t respond, and I was skeptical she even heard me.
Next, I shifted to the highest gear and plowed mercilessly into her pussy for 2 minutes before flooding her womb with my whitish seed. My prick refused to shrivel, and I continued ramming her now lifeless body for another 2 minutes before my dick started deflating. I pulled out and rolled on my back, trying to catch my breath.
I fell asleep and woke seeing Mom’s lips wrapped around my resting cock. As she sucked gently, she noticed I woke up and winked at me. She continued her oral job for a short time and then licked my sack. I just watched her in awe, recalling Rebecca, my former girlfriend, never agreed to give me an oral.
Mom finished cleaning my genitals and smiled, “I didn’t plan to wake you, but as a good Mom, I wanted my child to be clean…”
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