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Like many other young men, I had fantasized more than once about my mom during puberty. I think the breaking point occurred days after my 18th birthday, I had a wet dream involving her and couldn’t resist it anymore. I awoke to soaked bed sheets and made my mind up—I was going to fuck my mother! At that time I was still a virgin at 18 years old, and very embarrassed about that. Oh, I’d french kissed a couple of girls and women I worked with at the restaurant, even felt a few bare breasts and fondled a couple of times through pants or panties; but that was it. I was hungry and needed to “pop my cherry”!
At that time, I was supposed to be deciding which university I wanted to attend. My parents had divorced years before and I was strongly leaning toward going to live with my dad and go to school there. My dad had remarried and my mom had been in a string of relationships with some real losers. She really didn’t want me to go because I long before became the “man of the house”, minus the sex. She really didn’t want me to go away and pointed toward all the local universities, and she especially despised the thought of me moving into dad’s place. We talked about it a lot that year and when I called my dad to ask for materials from the university in his town, she broke into tears and begged me to stay with her, arguing that the multiple local universities had much more to offer. As a bribe, she even started buying me Playboys and Penthouse Forums (which she enjoyed reading too), simply saying it was normal for me to look at them.
My mom worked in a hospital with strict dress policies, all women wore white dresses, no slacks back then. She had very set routines and schedules for things (daily, weekly, monthly, etc.). She got up early and was gone before I got up in the morning. When she got home at night, she often took her dress off and paraded around the house in her bra, panties, slip, and stockings until she poured herself a drink and got dinner started. Then she would take her stockings off in the kitchen and hang them over a chair. I was usually studying or pretending to study. I always enjoyed her lacy bras because they showed more of her 38D breasts. I especially enjoyed it when she had dark panties showing under her slip. Once dinner was started, the show was over. She would ask me to keep an eye on dinner and she would get another drink, take a quick shower, and get into her nightgown. When there were no boyfriends, which had been the situation since about 6-9 months before my 18th birthday, she would often have a few drinks and fall asleep/pass out on the sofa after dinner. She always went shopping early Saturday mornings. She would return around lunch and often started drinking in the early afternoon when we had nothing to do.
On the Saturday night immediately after my 18th birthday, I came in from a party with friends and saw her asleep/passed out on the sofa. I decided it was time to start putting the moves on her. I overcame the butterflies in my stomach and sat on the opposite end of the couch. She was already in her light gown and her light blue lace panties were exposed. She was passed out and I decided to begin by unbuttoning her gown and pulling her breasts out. She stirred a bit as I did, and I began to fondle them lightly. Then I sucked on one and it immediately hardened in my mouth. This just drove me wild. I did the same to the other breast and she rolled from her side to her back. She was breathing more heavily and even let out a soft moan as I played with her breasts for the next few minutes. I was throbbing and decided to run my hand down over her panties, I rubbed it as I sucked her nipples. Then I slowly worked my hand inside her panties and she shifted back on her side. I was in new territory now and really didn’t know what I was doing! I felt her bush and pussy lips as I very gently eased my finger tip in and she rolled over on the sofa and mumbled something. I decided to try and pull her panties down to look at her pussy, but her legs stayed tight together. I wanted her bad, but my nerves got the best of me and I pulled her panties back up. I went to my room and jacked off four or five times that night before falling asleep.
The next morning, I awoke with a hard-on (What 18 year-old doesn’t?), and my mom knocking on my door. She wanted to talk with me. She asked “Where you fondling my body last night? I’m not sure, but it seemed you were sucking my nipples and had your hand in my panties.”
I didn’t know what to say. I know I got flushed right there. After a short pause, she dismissed it as a dream and apologized for even asking and that was the end of it. I sighed in relief after she left my room.
I had to work at the restaurant that afternoon and evening and while I was at work I overheard two of the older guys I worked with talking about how to use Everclear in small amounts to loosen female inhibitions. I asked them if it worked and one of the guys said he did it often with his fiancée. The other sex izle was going to try it with his newest girlfriend. I asked them if they could get me some I’d like to try it with my “girlfriend”. They both said no, I may have been 18, but that was still underage by a year at that time. I knew then I needed to get some Everclear and I waited until later that week when someone else from work was making a beer run and paid him extra to get me a bottle of Everclear. He reluctantly agreed and got me the bottle. He warned me about the stuff, don’t drink it straight, and use it carefully. I told him I was trying to soften up my “girlfriend”. He told me to use no more than a half a shot per glass or she’d taste it. I got home late that night and decided to start by pouring some into my mom’s vodka bottle in the refrigerator. I added about 2-3 shots worth, knowing my mom had a higher tolerance than most younger women, while she slept on the sofa.
The next night mom came home and poured herself her first drink. I watched as she took her first sip and she didn’t react. She didn’t get noticibly tipsy that night, but I sat with her on the sofa and she fell asleep. I decided to lay on the opposite end of the sofa and use my toes to stimulate her crotch. It wasn’t the same, but after that Sunday morning, my nerves had the best of me. She squirmed a bit as I started, but then she spread her legs out a bit wider and allowed my toes to massage her crotch, while she slept, under the influence. After a few minutes, I noticed a wet spot on her panties. She wasn’t moving or moaning. I then sat up and slowly pulled her panties aside and slipped my finger inside her wet pussy. I could smell her sweetness and my cock started throbbing again. She wasn’t moving at all tonight! I was so tempted to fuck her right then, but she stirred a bit and rolled onto her side. I went to bed and jacked off four or five times again before falling asleep myself.
It was midweek and I decided to wait until that Saturday. I had to work Saturday morning and by the time I got home she had probably already had two or three drinks. She was somewhat upset and hurt that day and had told me she found out that the man she was talking to at work and having lunch with was married. I waited until she was in the bathroom and got my bottle of Everclear out of hiding and added another shot or so, to the now lower bottle of vodka. When she fixed another drink she looked at her glass after she took the first sip.
She finished that drink and was going to start dinner and the alcohol hit her. I had been watching TV, and her, and heard her stumbling in the kitchen. I got up and saw her trying to cut up food for dinner. She was not standing steady, so I offered to help. She said the vodka really hit her, but it would go away in a few minutes: It didn’t, in fact it got worse.
I thought this might be my moment, right there in the kitchen. I decided to come up behind her with my erect cock and press it against her ass crack. She shuffled a bit in surprise and asked what I was doing. I told her I was helping steady her.
She said nothing, so I pressed into her harder and started grinding my throbbing cock against her ass. She was in a stupor by now and was not resisting at all, nor was she grinding against me at all. I wanted her so badly at that point my cock was starting to hurt. All my judgement and inhibition was going away quickly. As soon as she turned around to get something, we were face to face and close. She asked me to move and I decided to kiss her on the lips. She did nothing to stop me. My hands worked over her nightgown and found her nipples, which were already erect. I started grinding my dick into her crotch and it felt so good and so close I let out a moan and some precum. With that, I pressed her back into the counter and pulled her nightgown up.
She simply pulled it pulled down and slurred that she had to finish dinner. She told me to let her go, she had no time for this now.
I asked her if we could go to her bedroom after dinner and didn’t get an answer. After she put dinner in the oven, she poured yet another drink and passed out on the sofa again.
I ate dinner early and decided to go see how much I could play with her that night. She was so drunk that that night I was able to gently pull her nightgown and panties completely off. And I took my own clothes off and was about to start having my way with her and the phone rang. I quickly answered it and it was my grandmother (her mother) wanting to check up on her. Mom had called her earlier and she just wanted to see how she was doing. I told her she was sleeping on the sofa as I looked at her naked body lying there. We talked for a while and as we did the feelings of guilt swept over me. I chickened out again and decided to put her panties and nightgown back on, but not before I tasted her sweetness this time. I got a much better look at her pussy that night and explored further inside it sexmex porno with my fingers. I tasted her wetness and was getting tempted again when she shifted and mumbled something. I put her nightgown and panties back on with no problems. The next morning she acted like normal and suspected nothing.
It was Sunday and I woke up thinking today was it. I was going to fuck my mother today or tonight! I watched her as she came into the kitchen. She said, “Good morning.” And I replied. She looked at her nearly-empty bottle of vodka and got another one out.
I told her that grandma had called last night and wanted to talk with her. I didn’t tell her that that call was the ONLY thing that kept me from fucking her last night.
I thought everything was OK when she turned and looked at me and asked, “Why were you fondling me in the kitchen last night?” I blushed and tried to say something, but she just cut me off and told me it was normal for young men to fantasize about their mothers; but that it simply wasn’t acceptable. She asked me to stop thinking that way about her and definitely stop touching, fondling, or rubbing her private parts. With that she mixed herself a Bloody Mary, which was a change for her and added that she wanted to talk with me about “our situation” a bit later that day. She then called my grandmother (part of their Sunday morning ritual) and I just sat there in the kitchen listening, hoping she wouldn’t tell about what happened last night, and she didn’t. Then she called my aunt and they chatted for a while as she opened a bottle of wine and poured a glass. I listened in again and she said nothing.
It was almost lunchtime and she came to my room to talk to me about “our situation”. She started off, by repeating that it wasn’t acceptable in society for a mother and son to have sex. She then went back to the previous Saturday night and asked me again if I had fondled her.
I admitted it and her face turned red. She first asked if she was the first woman or girl I had ever touched like that. I told her that I had French kissed some girls in school and divorcees at work (more on some of them in another story). I had felt the bare breasts of two woman and fondled them through their pants and panties once. Then I admitted that her pussy was the first I had ever come in direct contact with. I also told her that I loved the sensation of grinding her pussy in the kitchen the night before and she stopped me.
She then admitted that despite how drunk she was, she got aroused too, but she said it just had to stop. Then she changed gears and wanted to make sure I knew how to used condoms.
I jokingly asked her if she would show me with my now erect cock (At 18 the wind made it hard, and her wanting to show me, made it even harder!).
She sat back and said she would have to think about it-—a glimmer of hope! She told me to get dressed and she went to shower and get dressed. We were going to the drugstore when it opened.
On the way there, she seemed different, not as upset and confused as earlier. We talked about girls vs. women on the way to the store and she kept saying how important it was that I knew how to properly use a condom. I was just listening thinking that this could be my lucky day.
We bought the condoms and I spotted a new Penthouse Forum, which we both enjoyed reading privately at that time. On the way home, the conversation was about where I was going to college. She repeated that was what I should be concentrating on, not sex. We talked about colleges and I was careful not to bring up moving to dad’s place, but as we pulled into the driveway, she brought it up. We sat in the car in the garage arguing about it for a while. Then we went inside.
She got me a big box of Trojans, ultra sensitive, and after we got in and she poured herself a glass of wine. Then she looked at me and offered me a glass saying if I was old enough to register for the draft, I ought to be old enough to have a glass of wine. I took it and we went to the sofa with the box of condoms and our wine.
She explained that these were lubricated and that when I opened one the slippery side went out. I opened the box and tore one off. She grabbed for it and started to open it. She showed me the slippery side and the dry side. Then she used her thumb and showed me how to make a “well” with the tip so that it wouldn’t burst inside a woman. She explained that she had one bust inside of her with a previous boyfriend and that thankfully she didn’t get pregnant. Then she showed me how to roll it all the way down my penis and said it worked a lot better on erect penises. She went on to confess that she had her tubes tied shortly after that, but still demanded that her boyfriends used condoms the first few dates to avoid STDs. I reached for the one she used and she told me to get another one out and try it. When I stood up she asked what I was doing.
I said I was trying on my cock.
She sikiş izle asked if I was erect.
I replied “A little bit.”
She said this wasn’t really what she had in mind and wanted me to try it on my thumb too.
I pleaded with her that I needed to make sure I got it right in front of her, so we would both know for sure.
She reluctantly agreed and I dropped my pants and underwear right in front of her. I looked at her watching my cock getting erect at her stare.
She told me that I was “hung” compared to my dad and most of her previous boyfriends. By now I was fully erect and as I opened another condom, her eyes moved from my cock to my eyes.
I did the well, and began unrolling the condom down my shaft and the well disappeared as I unrolled it down.
Without thinking she grabbed the condom and end of my erect cock and told me to stop. I did and let go. She pulled it up and started unrolling it. Our eyes locked again as she unrolled it over my tip. I was throbbing and I now saw the same lust in her eyes as I’m sure I had in mine.
She looked at my throbbing cock and finished rolling it all the way down. She lightly touched my tightening sack and caressed them for just a second. Then suddenly she backed away, and without looking at me said that we shouldn’t be doing this at all. She sent me to my room and told me to read my new Forum and please jack off to that and not thoughts of her—-it wasn’t right.
I jacked off a couple of times thinking about her though. Now I couldn’t get her out of my mind! I wanted to fuck my mother so badly it was all I could think about and I knew she was thinking about then it too! I walked out of my room looking for her and she wasn’t in the living room or her bathroom. Then I noticed her bedroom door was shut. I heard her breathing heavily and softly moaning through the door and quietly tried to open it, but it was locked.
I went to the kitchen for another glass of wine and then remembered the guys at work talking about cold showers and thought I’d try that. It worked for about 10 minutes then I was hard again.
Throughout that afternoon, mom would come out only to get another glass of wine or later on, a drink. Without looking at me, talking to me, or even answering my question as to whether she was OK or not, she’d slip back into her bedroom and lock the door. By the clanking sound of the bottles in the trash, I knew when she finished the last of the Everclear-laced vodka that afternoon and opened the new bottle. Once she was back in her room, I got my Everclear out, poured out some of the vodka and replaced it with the Everclear. I used even more. I needed for her to be drunk!
Her silence continued that afternoon and into the evening. She didn’t even come out to fix dinner, so I fixed something and ate. Then she came out, sweaty and started to say something, but quit mid-sentence and said she was taking a shower. I quickly finished dinner and went to the bathroom. That door was unlocked, I eased it open and snuck in. While she was shampooing her hair, and bush, I peeked in. I was throbbing and knew this was it! I took my clothes off and joined her in the shower.
Once she rinsed all the shampoo out she noticed me. “Joe, what are you doing in here with me? You need to get out right now! Right now!”
I pleaded, “Mom, I saw the look in your eyes earlier and I know you want to have sex with me as much as I want sex with you. Please it will be our secret.”
She turned the water off and started to get out when I grabbed her and pulled close to me. She yelled, “No Joe, please stop this!”
I leaned into her and kissed her on the lips as she tried to push me away.
She struggled only briefly and then suddenly grabbed my shoulders and returned a French kiss. As we wondered down each other’s necks.
I could hear her whispering, “No, we shouldn’t be doing this. This is all wrong.. We need to stop now….”
But her body was giving in to the attention it craved. I was lightly fondling her breasts and she grabbed my fingers and guided them over her hardened nipples and pinched them. I continued to pinch them with that hand while my other hand reached for her pussy. I slid my finger in and she moaned as she reached for my cock.
She was still whispering that we needed to stop now. We didn’t even dry off as we left the bathroom and went to her bedroom. I knew this was it and let out some precum on her fingers as we got on the bed. She was thrusting against my finger as she got on her back and spread her legs.
Suddenly, she stopped everything and told me, “Stop it right there! This needs to stop now. This isn’t right and you know it! Let go of me and get out of my room! NOW!” She pushed me off the bed and moved the far side of the bed and stood up.
We stared at each other and I could tell her eyes of lust had become anger, guilt, and shame. I started cussing and she told me to go take a shower and cool off. She went on in a raised voice telling me there was NO way we were ever having sex, it simply was not right, etc.
I pleaded with her, begged her from the opposite side of the bed.
She continued to say no and was resolute.
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