A Son’s Fantasy: How He Stretches the Truth to Make Love to His Mother

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This is how it goes…I’m Morgan. I’m eighteen years old with dirty blonde hair. I’m kinda chubby, but at one hundred seventy five pounds, I still have a nice figure. My cock is average sized, and I wanna make love to my mom. My mom is forty one years old. She has blonde hair and like many women her age, she wears glasses. She also has a nice round, squishy looking ass. I believe her breasts are 34 or 36D but whatever their size, they are very nice. Like me, she’s got some meat on her bones, but she isn’t fat. I think she still has a very nice body.  I’ve always had a very close relationship with my mom. I may be eighteen, but I’m not afraid to hug my mom in front of my friends, or give her kisses in public. I really don’t care what others think.  She’s been married to my dad for almost twenty years. They are in love and I couldn’t be more happy to say that!This all started on a usual Thursday night. My mom and I were the last ones up watching a TV movie when a sex scene came on.  Feeling aroused, I adjusted how I was sitting so I could try and conceal my erection. istanbul escort It didn’t work. My mom looked at me, and said, “Looks like you’re enjoying the movie.” “Sorry, can’t help it.” “It’s fine, it’s normal. You’re a teen, it’s gonna happen.” I caught myself staring into space, not even realizing I’d been caressing my hard-on the whole time.  My mom saw, and said, “Umm… What are you doing?” Realizing what was going on, I stopped. She said, “It’s okay if you do that, but only in your own privacy.” I apologized and we watched the rest of the movie. About halfway through, my mom looked at me and said, “Are you okay? You look like you have something on your mind.” I was caught off guard and I didn’t know what to say. Nervously, I told her, “Actually, Mom, there is something private I wanna talk to you about, but you can’t tell anybody.” “Sure, of course,” she answered.  “You can’t tell anyone about this. Promise?” “Okay,” she said. “I’m serious. Not even Dad. Especially not Dad,” I emphasized.She reassured bayan escort me saying, “I promise, you have my word.”  I cleared my throat, and nervously spoke my mind.  “As you know, it’s no secret that I masturbate. Well, just like about anyone else, I fantasize about people l like, celeb crushes, and the usual. But recently, one fantasy keeps popping in to my thoughts, and I’m a bit nervous telling you.” “Go ahead, I’m listening,” she said. “Please keep an open mind. The person I keep fantasizing about has been you.””I don’t really know why I do, But I’ve done my research and I’ve found it’s not just me that has this same kind of feeling. It’s normal. It’s called ‘incest’.” “I’ve found different things that I can try to get rid of them, not necessarily for good, but for awhile.” She looked worried, surprised and flattered all at the same time and it took her a second to say anything.Finally she said, “What are these ways?” “Well, there were five. Number five is, I could stand outside your door while you and escort istanbul Dad have sex, but only if you make any kind of sound, that way I know what you sound like.” “Number four is we could get naked. I can feel you up and kiss you so I know what you feel and taste like.” “For number three, you could make a video of yourself masturbating, making noises, talking dirty and saying my name.” “Number two would be that you could strip for me every once in awhile.” “The best way though, is for us to have sex,” I explained. She was amazed how much research I did on this. Then, she asked, “So what if we have sex, will that get rid of this for good?” “No,” I said. “It’s gotta happen at least once a month,” I lied. “So with all this said, I want to know… If I can have sex with you?” We sat there for a few minutes until I heard her say, “Okay.” “What?” I asked, surprised by what I just heard. She said, “We’ll have sex.” I jumped out of my chair and hugged her. Then, I started feeling her up and passionately kissing her, dancing with her tongue and mine.  She stopped me and asked if there was anything we needed to do first?  I told her, “In order for this to work, it’s gotta go exactly the way it does in my mind. So that means you need to change clothes.” “In to what?” she asked. “Your matching red and gold bra, a thong, tight dark blue jeans and a T-shirt.” She looked at me confused.

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