My mom is just as horny as I am!

First off let me tell you that all this actually happened in the real world, i’m not adding or changing any details or events. I’m going to be honest here and not feed you any of that common bullshit which, for me personally, usually ruins these stories. Even if they are not real. No, my mother did not have a pornstar body with the looks of a teen hollywood actress. She did not have me when she was 15, so she’s not going to be a young mother with a tight body. No, I do not have a 10 inch dick and six-pack abs. Don’t be silly, there’s no way those things are as common as I am led to believe when browsing here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and tell me your thoughts in the end!

We lived in a small town on the countryside. It was a time before the internet was common in every household. My mother and I lived in a cozy little house on the top of a hill. My dad abandoned us when I was young, there’s no memories of him except for a few old photographs which I sometimes look at when feeling lonely. We’d have to walk a couple of miles down the road to reach the heart of the town. I really miss those times, everything was so simple, calm and quiet. No constant text messaging on mobile phones and sending naked pictures to each other, no facebook to check up on your ex, no wasting 500 dollars on that latest iphone every 6 months just to stay up-to-date.
Back then my mom and I would watch TV together a lot, comfortable on the sofa, usually sharing a blanket and leaning against each other. She was a single mom and had decided to home school me, after her parents passed away they had left her with a respectable amount of money, enough so that she was able to resign as a teacher from our local school and spend all her time at home with me. She was in her forties; natural long blonde hair which i’d normally only see in the form of a ponytail, and a little chubby which gave her quite the full large breasts. I was in my early teens, 14 to be exact, when I started going through puberty. I was skinny and average looking, not much interest in athletics. When the weather allowed it i’d be outside playing with the neighbour kids. There was no gaming console or anything in our homes – we just had loads of fun outside: skipped rocks on the nearby lake, caught frogs and also did some really stupid things such as daring each other to jump off barn roofs into hay. Never broke a bone though, nor was I ever seriously injured. The most colourful memory I retained is when we used to pick fresh apples right off the tree and then got chased by a dog who was supposed to be guarding the property. The rush we got from stealing made them taste all the sweeter.
Well, as I said, I was home schooled. Sure, I missed out on a lot of fun I could have had at school with the other kids, especially girls. But it forged a very strong intimate relationship between me and my mother, which eventually blossomed into beautiful incestual love. I’m now in my late thirties, divorced(peaceful, mutually agreed because it didn’t work out since she was foreign and had to move back home to take care of her family, things went downhill from there because long distance just does not work), but with two gorgeous daughters which are the light of my life. I make a decent living with web development which allows me to spend lots of time at home. So no, the incest did not lead to us(my mother and I) having deformed psychopath children who would grow up to be cold-blooded killers that hunt down hikers and campers in the nearby forests with bow and arrow, which is a popular horror movie theme when portraying this subject. They’re great fun flicks though, used to watch them with my mom every once in a while when I was very young. All that gore!

It was always very hot where we lived, the sun just wouldn’t stay away. The air was very humid, draining. This forced us to wear very thin clothing at home. Before hitting puberty and having sexual thoughts day and night, I never really paid much attention to the way my mom dressed and walked around at home, but looking back it was just…crazy. She’d only wear an over-sized shirt, nothing else. I mean one of them really huge ones that would go down all the way to your knees. No shoes, socks, stockings, bra or panties. Like I said, this was not peculiar to me when I was young, i’d occasionally see my mom’s hairy vagina when she bent over to pick something up from the ground, if I were sitting in the right place with the correct angle.