Literotic asexstories – Love Differently Ch. 01 by ragal2,ragal2
My dad and mom lived in Bosnia and got married at a young age (21 and 19, respectively).
I was born a year later.
Unfortunately, this was during the 1990s war in old Yugoslavia.
My father was drafted shortly after I was born. He served in the front line and died by a Serbian bullet in 1995.
My mother was 21 years old at the time and worked as a receptionist in one of the hospitals in Sarajevo.
The war ended in 1995, but Sarajevo was destroyed almost completely.
Mother didn’t see any future for us in the ruins and applied for a special visa to the USA.
In 1997 our application got accepted and weeks later we arrived to Chicago.
Initially mom was very impressed with America. The tall buildings, wide streets, many cars, abundance of food and especially the freedom and security vs the situation in Bosnia.
However, it was still tough.
Imagine a young woman in her 20s with limited knowledge of the English language trying to find a job!
Having a 3 years old son with no husband or other relatives to help made it much tougher.
Mom managed to find a job as a cashier in a supermarket during the day and even study in the evenings. She was helped by a nice neighbor, that charged her very little for taking care of me much of the day.
At that time I was too little to grasp the difficulties that mom had to go through.
For me Anna, the old neighbor, was an aunt that helped mom.
Our economic situation slowly improved once I started elementary school.
Mom’s language difficulties diminished, she graduated nursing school and we moved to an apartment building in a better neighborhood.
Slowly we started using our new language instead of Bosnian.
When I was in 3rd grade, my brain began grasping mom’s hardship, working both in the hospital and at home, comparing to the life of many other moms of other students in my class.
I still recall mom crying one evening.
I hugged mom and blurted, “Mom, when I grow up I am going to marry you and become a doctor!”
Her cry turned to chuckling, “I know dear. I love you too.”
She never told me why she wept, but seeing her crying scarred me for life…
Unlike most other boys, who played basketball or video games with other children, my priority was always helping mom FIRST.
She was begging me to leave and socialize with other kids, but my answer was always the same, “Mom, I love you and I don’t want you to be alone. I’ll help you and then go out.”
She was very shy. Was it her upbringing? A result of war trauma? Death of her husband?…
I tried to talk to her to look on line for a date with single men, but she refused to do it.
When I was in my teens, I told her, “Mom, right now it’s only you and me against the world, but it doesn’t mean that we have to be alone. You need a boyfriend that will help you at home.”
She kissed me, “Adnan, your father was my man. Now that god wanted him in the sky, my destiny is to be with you until you grow up.”
…
In my late teens my hormones started raging.
I saw mom on multiple occasions in her underwear, but only when I was 18 I caught a glimpse of her naked in the bathroom. The door was not completely closed.
I stood there mesmerized.
It was the first time I saw mom as an attractive woman. She looked gorgeous!
At 5’3″, 130 pounds, nicely shaven legs, perfect ass cheeks, flat tummy and B+ tits, she was my Venus!
Mom was taking a shower behind the semitransparent glass door.
Her body glistened with water pouring over her lean body.
Her hands were slowly moving along her body with the soapy loofah.
Mom was a vision of pure beauty…
My penis jolted forward and up, becoming rock hard in seconds…
Mom finished soaping and turned around to rinse herself.
I was so taken by the erotic view, that I didn’t pay attention to the music coming from the inside. An old tape that was playing a Bosnian song.
All of a sudden mom began dancing in the shower to the tune.
She didn’t make extreme moves, but the erotic way she was swaying, with her breasts jiggling from side to side… I couldn’t hold it anymore and I came in my pants…
In the next few weeks I tried my luck several times to see if the door was open during times that she was taking a shower. It never happened again.
From that day forward I could not stop seeing mom’s fantastic body in front of me every time I closed my eyes.
I masturbated at least twice a day, fantasizing about her!…
…
Months later I started my college years.
I had decent grades and got accepted to 5 colleges in the upper Midwest.
I chose the university of Illinois in Chicago, because they offered me aid.
More importantly, I could live at home. With mom.
During the first year in college my fond feelings toward mom only grew.
I loved her as my mother, knowing that I was the only one she trusted.
And for the first time I noticed that being a Muslim in our neighborhood was a burden.
As of late all Muslims were targeted, because of fanatic terrorists around the world.
It reinforced my decision to be close to mom.
At the same time my obsession with her body became almost intolerable.
I wasn’t sure what to do about it.
I tried to distract myself by meeting other students and even going with them to bars.
In fact, 2 girls offered themselves to me.
I took one of them to a hotel. We undressed for sex, but… I couldn’t do it!
My mother’s face and body were haunting me. I apologized and got rid of her…
Mom noticed that I was going out more frequently in the evenings and seemed happy for me.
One evening she said, “Adnan dear, I like that you spend time with people your age. These days I have more free time too, so I thought of taking a class in computers. It is a practical course and it may help me in everything I wish to focus in the future.”
“That is great mom!”
One afternoon I watched her walking with a pack of underwear, that just came out of the laundry. Her plan was to put it in the drawer.
The kettle whistled in the kitchen and mom turned to prepare tea for us.
I hesitated for a fraction of a second and then took this opportunity to examine her bras.
All were old… white, pink or black. Mostly 34B and some 34C.
They had floral smell to them.
I moved to the panties.
All of them seemed heavily used, had high waist and were white or black.
I smelled two of them. The floral smell was strong, but there was also a faint smell of something else…
Then Mom called me to drink the tea.
I jumped up and ran to the kitchen, thinking that I was fortunate not getting caught.
The same night I was thinking about mom’s naked body being covered with nicer underwear.
Should I buy nicer ones for her upcoming birthday?
How would I explain my unusual present?!…
Before going to sleep I went on Literotica and read 2 incest stories.
Both were about a son having sex with his mother.
I thought to myself, that if these writers could write fantasy stories, perhaps I was able to write as well and focus on writing rather than my brain fixed on mom all the time!
I was good at writing essays in school.
Using my obsession with mother as a catalysator, I could put my fantasies in writing and see what readers thought about it…
…
I didn’t hesitate to use my usual e-mail address.
Nobody I cared about knew it or corresponded with me anyway.
The next weekend I wrote the first story.
It was about a college guy who was in love with his mother. He started seducing her by buying flowers and later lingerie for her. Her resistance slowly melted away and they became lovers.
I didn’t think that the plot was exceptional, but I hoped that the way I wrote it would please the readers.
It was my first one and it was accepted! In fact, after a week, the average rating was 4.05. Not bad!
The next weekend I sent for publication another son-mother story. This time he drilled a hole through the bathroom wall and was ogling his mother taking a shower. Eventually she discovered what he did and decided that if he wanted so badly to watch her body, let him sit in the bathroom and stare at her taking a shower.
This story’s average rating was only 2.6. There were many comments about the son’s immoral behavior and unrealistic presentation…
It was disappointing and next I decided on different approach.
I wrote my own story. No names of course.
It was about immigrants from a European country that suffered a devastating war. I mentioned our right ages and bodies description. The open bathroom door episode and the underwear laundry appeared there as well. I even complained about the mother’s unsexy underwear… I emphasized the love between the mother and her child and how it eventually blossomed into intimate relationship.
I edited the story the best I could and sent it.
It was published 4 days later.
I checked the site after 7 days. The rating was 4.72! It was in the ‘hot’ category…
I was elated!
The only thing that could have topped that feeling would have been to actually fulfil my fantasy…
…
Three days later mom and I had dinner together.
When we were done, mom was in the middle of baking my favorite cake.
She glanced at me, “Honey, I put my laundry to dry. It should be ready now. Would you please take it from the dryer and put it on my bed?”
“Of course mom.”
Mother was making a special cake for me and I wouldn’t help her? No way!
Well, the pervert fun of examining and… smelling her underwear was an additional incentive.
I opened the dryer’s door and got the surprise of my life!
No more white and black high waist panties, but all colors of the rainbow, low rise panties and even 2 thongs!
Multicolored soft bras occupied half the volume, with… 2 balconette bras!
Did mom decide that it was time to be less of a prude?
Could she have guessed my thoughts using telekinesis?…
I had no clue, but I wanted to encourage her.
“Mom, your underwear pieces are beautiful! Are they new?”
She looked me in the eye and smiled, “Yes. I made up my mind that it’s enough to play extremely conservative. I think that they’ll look good on me. What do you think?”
I hesitated to reveal my undeniable joy, “I think that everything will look good on you. I like the colors you chose. They are definitely better than white and black.”
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