Fucked My Mom – Ch. 01

My mother and I had an unusual relationship—she stopped being so shy around me after I turned eighteen. Perhaps because she believed that, as a legal adult, I was fine with seeing her in her underwear, which she wasn’t wrong about. After taking a shower, she would go about naked, and she had her fun with me.

She used to go around flashing me or just being completely nude when my dad was at work. She enjoyed showing me her body, and I like seeing it, but I was aware that this wasn’t how things usually worked.

But, who was I to mess with a good thing? A few weeks later, she began discussing sex-related topics with me. She wasn’t asking if I was having sex or giving me the protection talk, either. She asked me how often I masturbated and, realizing she had to fit some sex with my dad in somewhere, she told me how often she did as well.

I could see that my dad was always getting into her pussy since she had a blazing body. However, as an eighteen-year-old, I started to fantasize about being inside of her too. I was aware that a young man’s sexual attraction to his mother was common, but I really had something for her.

When she was out and about in her undies I would grab her hips for a brief grind, e.g., “unintentionally” brushing across her. She reacted well, but I was scared to do anything further. I finally decided to give her a taste of her own medicine after touching her as much as I could without overtly asking her to fuck me.

Even though my dick wasn’t particularly large and I wasn’t the most attractive guy, I was nonetheless proud of it.