A son and mother’s 20 year love affair (Ture story), My name is Dan. My story is true. I think many believe fucking your mother can never happen, it is only a fantasy. Well I’m here to tell you it does happen!
I am a 40-year-old male. My mom is 65. We have been lovers for almost 20 years and are deeply in love with each other. She is still married to my dad but he has no idea we are fucking. Mom and I get together two or three times a week. She loves all kinds of sex. (I’ll get into details later.) I have had sex with many different women but nothing, absolutely nothing compares to making it with Mom.
As long as I can remember, I have had a special feeling for Mom and thought she was so very beautiful. In my late teens, I realized Mom was unhappy with her and Dad’s sex life. My bedroom was next to theirs. I could hear the bed creak for a few minutes, silence .. then they argued. It would go something like:
“Damn John, all you do is jump on top of me, cum quick, roll over and go to sleep.
You have no regard for what I want or need.”
“Hell Mary, I’m not a sex machine. I don’t like you sucking my dick and I think it’s sick that you want me to eat your pussy.”
“I need a man …a man that respects me for who I am and shows their appreciation for my body.”
This went on for years. It would go back and forth and then silence. I would lay bed masturbating to the fantasy of how I would give Mom the loving and hot sex she wanted and needed. As a twenty-year-old man, I wanted her to begin thinking of me as a sexual being that could make her happy.
I knew the transformation would not happen overnight. I developed a plan that during the next year, whenever Dad was not home, I stripped down to my jockeys and walked around the house. Sometimes Mom would ask:
“Why aren’t you dressed?”
I knew she liked my muscular build and my package showed well in the jockeys. Looking straight into her eyes, I would respond with a smile:
“Because I know you like seeing me nearly naked!”
I continued strutting around the house showing my stuff. Eventually, when we were alone, Mom started walking around in short skirts, tight fitting tops, no bra or something very skimpy.
Gradually building up, we began to flirt with each other, making comments about the other’s great body. I would hug and kiss her, first on the cheek then on her lips. She did not resist. As you can imagine, the sexual tension between us became extreme. I never felt about or wanted anyone the way I desired Mom. I knew I was totally in love with her and I didn’t care what anyone thought. I just had to make the right move at the right time.
The night it happened, as usual, Dad went to bed around 10PM. I felt this was going to be the right time but I was nervous. I went to my room and smoked a joint, which always makes me horny and self-assured. I put on my gym shorts, which were too small; giving no doubt that my cock would bulge out. I went to the family room where Mom was sitting in her nightgown and robe.
“Would you like me to mix you a drink, Mom?”
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