Needs of a Son
By the time I was 13 years old, my mother had finally told me the truth. After years of asking where my father was, she came out and told me that I wasn’t a normal k**. And that my real father was…her real father. It hit me pretty quick when I realized what it meant: I was an i****t c***d.
I kept that secret for much of my life up until I turned 17. Knowing that I was born of i****t, my curiosity grew on it, and I wanted to learn more about it. I delved into the world of i****t, and found out how acceptable it is in many different parts of the world. It was then where everything in my life changed.
My mother was only 34 years old at that time. She’s about 5’9, weighs close to 130 pounds; she does tons of exercises to stay toned. Her thighs are sculpted, as are her abs and butt. My mother was very curved in certain areas, and her breasts were at least a 34 D. She has long black hair that she normally keeps straightened, a pair of entrancing green eyes and clear olive skin. I don’t believe she’s had a pimple her entire life.
Everything asset or feature on my mother was titillating. She was absolutely gorgeous. I was far from a slouch myself. With my mother constantly exercising, I followed suit. I stayed in the gym working out, lifting weights, running the treadmill; I even did some boxing as well. I had some of my mother’s features, but she said that there were things that reminded her of her dad. My nose was kind of wide like his, and I was kind of tall like he was.
However, my mother would never discuss her relationship with her father with me. She didn’t like to talk about the ****s or even the good times they probably had. It was a touchy subject, but I had to express to her how I felt about it. I wanted to tell her that even if she didn’t like it at the time; she still got me out of it. I wanted to tell her that it’s acceptable in some parts of the world. I wanted to tell her that it’s actually kind of exciting to have that kind of experience. I wanted to tell her how much it turned me on knowing that my own mother had been repeatedly fucked by her own father.
For months, all I did at night was lie in bed and stroke my cock thinking about my mother when she was younger. How glorious her body must’ve looked back then, and our father admiring her blossoming body so much that he couldn’t control his a****l lust and just had to get inside her. And he’d fuck her, fuck her hard. Make her scream and cum all over his i****tuous cock, and he’d finish by spurting his familial semen into her womb without remorse. Then he’d kiss her on her lips whether she wanted him to or not. His heavy breath in her face as he told her how good she was, and how much he loved to fuck her. Inside she probably cradled at the feeling of knowing the man who was suppose to raise her and love her was r****g her. My cock would explode every night from the thought of it all.
The problem was though that now I couldn’t look at my mother anymore without idolizing her features or thinking about an episode between her and her father. I spent weeks hiding my hard on from her so she wouldn’t get embarrassed knowing that her son wanted her in the same way her father did. But I was becoming obsessed. I snuck a peak in on my mother when she was taking a shower. Watching the water glisten those perfectly pert tits, her flat stomach and smooth pussy was a sensational turn on. I would also sneak into her room when she wasn’t around, and steal a pair of her panties hoping one day she would just walk around the house with no underwear on. That thought alone would always send my cock into a rage.
Months went by with this behavior, and by now I had lost all sense of reasoning. I had to have my mother without any further doubt or hesitation. I had become even bolder in my conquest as I would sneak into my mother’s room at night, and softly lift the covers from her body, and gaze up under her nightgown to stare at her magnificent pussy. Til one night, I could finally not take anymore. I snuck into my mother’s room in only a pair of boxers. She was fast asleep beneath the covers. I moved gently towards the end of the bed, and lifted the covers from her body. Her curvaceous and voluptuous body came into vision in the night. My cock immediately hardened. She wore a lace nightgown that just barely came to her knees, and the way she was sleeping, her gown had been hiked up a bit, and her pussy was in plain view.
I quickly released myself from my boxers. My now stiff 8 ½ inch cock stood erect. I mounted her softly. First I began kissing her ears and face gently, lovingly. I could feel the heat from her snatch inviting me inside. I brought my lips down to her chest and kissed the top of her breasts. Without any further hesitation, I positioned my cock at her entrance. I slid it in. Her pussy was soiled in her juices. Apparently she had brought herself to orgasm before I entered, and it was still wet. I became instantly engulfed as I felt my cock being squeezed by my own mother’s insatiable pussy. I reached for her gown hooks, and pulled them down freeing her beautiful tits. I sucked them gently as I started to thrust inside of my mother.
It was like no feeling I’d ever felt. Her pussy was so wet and so tight, it was just marvelous. I understand now why our father fucked her so often. Her pussy was so good. I heard my mother begin to stir in her sleep. I slowed down to wait for her to wake up. I wanted her to know that it was me inside of her. She felt me sliding in and out of her and panicked. “Daddy!” she screamed.
“No mom, it’s me.” I said as I continued to slide my pole in and out of my mother’s hot snatch.
“Kevin! What are you doing? Stop that! I’m your mother.” She spewed. I, of course, ignored her. Her pussy was entirely too good for me to just end it all. After as long as I’ve waited to be inside her, there was no way I was stopping prematurely no matter what she said.
I grunted and groaned in her ear as my pounding continued. I sucked on her breasts and her nipples responded in delight. She squealed and screamed at my intrusion, but I didn’t care at that moment. I was fucking her. I was finally fucking my mother.
“Kevin please, stop” she whined.
“No mom. I love you. I have to be inside you.” I reasoned. She didn’t comply. She struggled and kicked to try and get me off of her, but she couldn’t stop me. I was possessed. Her struggles only enticed me more. “Did your father fuck you like this mom?” I asked her. She stopped struggling momentarily to stare at me with all the hatefulness in the world. “Or am I better?” I finished.
My mother stopped struggling. She stopped fighting my invasion. She lied there and allowed me to ravish her. And I took advantage. I fucked her hard. My balls smacked against her ass over and over again. I loved the sound it made. Her tits bounced in her face from the force of my strokes. Then I pulled out. My cock still raging, I leaned back and brought my mother on top of me. She still did not put up a fight and allowed me to re-enter her. She rode me hard and I fucked her back. Never letting up I thrust my cock into her sopping wet cunt over and over again. I grabbed her ass and guided her pussy down on my dick and with each time I let out a loud moan. “Aww yes mom, I love you, and your wonderful pussy!” I exclaimed.
I guided my mother off of me, and placed her on all fours and then re-entered her from behind. Her pussy was simply more magnificent with each new position. Now I pounded her majestic twat from behind and squeezed her tits while I did it. “Do you like that mom? Does it feel good to you?” I asked. She offered no response other than short grunts and groans. I thrust into her repeatedly. Each one harder than the last, and finally I felt my cock begin to explode. I had to keep my dick inside of her as a spewed forth a jets worth of cum into my mother’s pussy. She again made no complaints. When my orgasm was finished I finally exited my mother. She eased back onto the bed and I lied on top of her.
“Mom, are you okay?” I asked once I finally came down from all the excitement.
“Yes Kevin, I’m fine.” She responded. “Are you mad?” “Yes I am.” She answered. “I love you.”
“I love you too Kevin.” “Do you hate me?” I asked her. “No.” was her only reply.
“Do you think…we could…” my voice trailed off.
“Do it again?” my mother finished my question. I nodded to her. She took a big sigh. “I don’t care son. Do whatever you want.” She replied. I could tell she was upset at this time, but her tone was sexy when she said it, and it was enough to awaken my cock once again. With my body pressed onto hers, I slowly guided my cock into her again. Her warmth enveloped me. I grabbed her hips, and commenced fucking her again.
The End.