College son takes mother during a massage, My name is David, 18 years old, in college. Somehow, in spite of my family, I never became an athlete, I just did not have the body. I resigned myself to joining a computer club and learnt some Internet skills. At the club, we had free, unrestricted access to the Internet. It didn’t take long before I used it to access pornography. I was initially put off by the pictures of the leering, seductive women, they were just too fake. Then a buddy of mine gave me an Internet address and told me to check it out.
I did as soon as possible. It turned out to be an incest site featuring true incest cases. I read the cases one by one and looked at the pictures. The people seemed to enjoy themselves so much, perhaps it was because they were related. But I quickly began to lose interest in the cases, again, they seemed quite fake. Until I saw this case of a son who had seduced his mother. I read their story and was intrigued.
It sounded exactly like my family. My dad had divorced my mum and married some woman and moved away. All that we had was the house and some money. Mum had no choice but to go to work while I attended school. Life was tough and she would always give me advice about studying hard to get a good job.
She also told me that if I ever found the right woman, I should love her forever and never leave her no matter what happened. I just accepted whatever she said, never thinking twice about them. But this case made me remember her advice. In this case, the mother had also told her son exactly the same advice. In the end, the son professed his love to his mother one day. They consummated their relationship immediately. I looked through the pictures that they had taken. It was amazing. The mother and son actually enjoyed fucking each other. The mother especially seemed to enjoy blowing her son’s penis.
This immediately gave me a hard-on that did not subside even when I arrived home that evening. Mum had just returned home and was in the kitchen preparing dinner. I put down my things and joined her there. When I saw her, I was immediately captivated by her.
She was wearing her work clothes: a white blouse that wasn’t really see-through but you could make out her bra, and a tight black office skirt that reached just above her knees. They weren’t particularly sexy clothes, but on her body, they made her look really beautiful. Her legs were long and slender, just like her arms. In fact, she had managed to keep her 40- year-old body slim and in shape by doing routine exercises. I never really bothered about her exercise, but now I knew why I should encourage her to continue them. Her breasts were not huge like melons but not small like a teenager reaching puberty. They were sufficiently big to be enticing. Her long hair was let free and hung just below her shoulders. I approached her and helped her lay the table in the kitchen, all the time admiring her body. I had never been so captivated by her before.
Dinner was uneventful. We talked about her work and my studies. After clearing the dishes, I went to my room while mum had a bath. As soon as I heard the bathroom door close, I jumped on my bed, pulled down my pants and briefs, and took my penis in my hand. The erection was getting too painful and needed to be relieved. I stroked it quickly as thoughts of my naked mother danced in my head. I imagined that she was posing for me like a model, then she bent down and took my penis in her mouth. The thought was so incredible that I came almost immediately. White cum shot all over my bare abdomen and thighs and the bedsheet. I cursed and got up. I had a box of tissues at my bedside and I grabbed some tissues to clean the sheets. I couldn’t let my mum see or smell the cum. At the same time, I cleaned up my body, it would be terrible to wet myself with my cum.
Just then, I heard my door creak.
That was strange since I was sure I had closed it. I got up and went to inspect, not bothering to pull up my pants. I looked up at the doorway and got the shock of my life. Mum was standing there, a towel wrapped around her lithe body, and she was looking at me. I looked down and saw my exposed penis. Immediately, I turned around and stuffed it back into my pants. At that moment, I heard mum turn away. We didn’t see each other for the rest of the night. I masturbated a second time, then went to sleep with dreams of my mum being fucked by me. The next morning, Mum was already up and had breakfast prepared.
She was at the table drinking a cup of coffee. I hesitated for a moment, then joined her at the table. She glanced at me, then looked away, then turned back to me. I looked into her eyes. I could tell she wanted to say something, most likely about what had happened last night, but she just continued drinking. Finally, she stood up and poured the rest of the coffee down the sink. I looked at her body, she was wearing a pink dress that wrapped around her body tightly. It really showed off her body. After washing the cup, mum turned to face me. There was an uneasy pause. She swallowed, then asked, “Am I pretty?”
“Huh?” I asked, unsure of what to make of the question.
“I asked, do you think I’m beautiful?”
“Erm…” I didn’t know how to answer. Hell, yeah, she was ravishing, she had the body of a goddess, but could a son say that to his mother?
“Tell me the truth.”
I gulped. “Err, yes, I think you’re beautiful.”
“Hmm.” She took her bag and coat from the kitchen counter. “That’s nice, because your dad never said that about me.”
“He didn’t?” I thought that was strange, what man wouldn’t say his wife was beautiful, especially a wife like mum?
She shook her head. “But at least you’re not your father.” She smiled. I was taken in by that.
Sure, I had seen her smile before, but after all the incestuous thoughts that had invaded my dreams last night, this smile seemed… seductive.
She went to work and I went to school. I skipped all of my classes and spent the entire day in the computer lab, searching for more mother-son incest stories. It was amazing, I must have found nearly a hundred, half of which had pictures. I imagined that in each case, the son was me and the mother was mum. It was incredibly erotic. I had to see mum again. Unfortunately, when I went home after school, mum had left a message on the answering machine saying she would be home late. I cursed and went to bed early, masturbating myself to sleep, not caring that I wet my pants and bedsheet.
The next day was Saturday. Mum didn’t work on Saturdays, she would stay at home doing housework, like cleaning the floor and windows. I didn’t go to school on Saturdays and would help around the house. Mum was already up when I came downstairs. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and had already started sweeping the floor. I avoided the area where she cleaned otherwise she would make a big fuss. I was about to go to the kitchen when I decided to steal a peek at mum. Her back was to me, so I took in her entire frame without worry. When I saw her about to turn, I hurried into the kitchen.