A grown son seduces his mother

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“Mom, did I do something wrong? Why won’t you talk to me?” A single tear streamed down her cheek, which I tenderly wiped away.

“I love you so, min gode pojke,” mom began. “I’m sorry you thought I’m upset. Exactly the opposite, my love. I simply couldn’t admit out loud that I wanted what I know is wrong, which is just what you gave me. As long as I didn’t say it out loud, I gave myself permission to let it happen naturally, and I didn’t have to think that I was at fault for possibly hurting you. But now, there’s no reason not to say it. I want you to fuck me, min gode pojke. I want you to always be my personal motherfucker!”

I pulled her close to me and held her for a moment.

“Mom, my love, there is no fault here; no blame to take. I’ve been trying to make exactly this happen for so long now. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’ve helped your child achieve his dream. Isn’t that what a mother’s love is for?” She smiled, and in this silence, I came to understand some things about my mother.

“One question is nagging at me,” I said. “You told me years ago that masturbation was wrong. Yet you pleasured yourself just last night. I don’t understand that.”

Mom smiled and told me that she never actually felt that masturbation was wrong. She enjoyed masturbating, in fact. It was when she walked in on me, catching me in the act, that she realized I was a man — an 18-year-old man she was drawn to.

Watching me masturbate awakened a sexual interest in her, and she wasn’t ready to accept it. My mother had desired me for years, but couldn’t act on it! We laughed over that.

“Well, no worries now, my mother. We have each other, and we don’t have to answer to anyone about the choices we make in our life. No one need know about us, and we can just enjoy ourselves together.”

Mom leaned in and kissed me, wriggling her bottom on my cock. “Now then, she said, “I have something I need you to clarify for me.”

“Ask anything you want, my love.”

Mom smiled sexily as she asked “After the first night Wendy stayed here, you said there was some special thing you do with your thumb?”

I was more than happy to demonstrate for her. After all, I always want to be my mommy’s good boy.

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