As my hands moved and started to make their way from her back around to her beautiful 38DD breasts, I didn’t notice that my mother had become very still, frozen like a statue. I was losing myself into making my dreams come true. I started to rub her back in a more seductive manner, and I pulled her in closer to me so I could feel her breasts against me. I started to gently kiss my mother’s neck. Dreams were about to become reality, I hoped. I had to take my father’s place, as the man of the house, the man in my mother’s bed. I could see it so clearly now and knew what I had to do. A white blouse, a black skirt, and a bra (I could feel it as I moved my hands around her back). I hadn’t noticed it before, but I was thinking about what she was wearing at that moment. My thoughts were drifting from consoling my very own mother, berieved from my father’s death, to comforting her in other ways. I kept telling her that everything was going to be all right, that she was going to be all right, that I was going to take care of her. I could feel the shoulder of my shirt become wet at the instant that her face rested there. I walked over to her and gently embraced her. Not only did I feel horrible because I had forgotten the anniversary, but I had also made mom cry. “Damn,” I thought to myself, how could I have been so stupid! I had forgotten about my parents’ anniversaries after dad had died, I guess thinking that they would only remind mom about painful memories. “Well,” she started to say in a low soft voice, “Today would have been your father’s and my 20th wedding anniversary,” and then she burst into uncontrollable tears. I replied, “Mom, now you and I both know that work has nothing to do with it. She said, “Well, I had a tough week at work, that’s all.” She was obviously masking her true feelings. What is it? Please tell me, I hate to see you suffer!”
“Come on, Mom, I know something’s the matter.
TABOO DEEP THROAT GAG FULL
“Oh it’s nothing Ryan,” she said in a voice that was so obviously full of pain. “Everything ok, you look like something’s bothering you?” She looked miserable, so I asked her what was bothering her. Or it could be the constant close proximity and the availability that facilitate this attractionĪnyways, one Friday I was making dinner when my mom came home from work. Who knows what it is that sexually attracts a young boy to his mother? I suppose it might be that innate thrill of danger in flirting with something considered forbidden or taboo. The reason I describe her to you is that like any young boy entering puberty, his mother is the object of many masturbation sessions. But in my eyes, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world. she dresses in plain looking clothes, she hardly wears any make-up, she’s what you might call a “pleasantly plump” woman.
To be frank, most men would not find her attractive. I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world.
Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very different and memorable way. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I remember several nights when I’d be lying in bed and could hear her cry herself to sleep. My father died about five years earlier in a work accident.Įver since, my mom had been pretty depressed, she’d never really gotten over my dad’s death. Caution: Strong Mother and Son incest taboo sex in this story.
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