Incest stories, I Finally Got To Fuck My Mom… At twenty-two years old, I’ve thought about a lot of girls. I’ve masturbated to a lot of girls. I’ve thought about having sex with a lot of girls and just hoping that one day I could finally be able to get the chance to do it. But the main girl that I would always come back to was my mom.
I’m not sure what it was, but the thought of having sex with my mom would always get me harder quicker than thinking of anyone else. It was only her that I lived with. My dad wasn’t in the picture, so me and her had been pretty close. But I remember a couple of things that may have fueled my lust for her…
1. One day she was wearing a red satin dress that was pretty revealing, and I just couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage. She noticed the direction of my eyes and told me to stop staring at her breasts before readjusting herself.
2. I kind of walked in on her when she was with a guy. I went upstairs and opened her bedroom door, which was locked at the top. I forget what that kind of lock is called, but it’s the kind where you can still pretty much open the door, just not all the way. She said they were gonna watch the movie Joy Ride, and that I was welcome to come up and watch it with them. I told them I was gonna stay downstairs on the computer, but I eventually got bored and decided to come upstairs. So I was peeking in, and she was on top of a guy. She was fully clothed, but I still… wished she was on top of me. It was an image that I never got out of my head, just like the first one. I don’t know if they were about to have sex or what, but they noticed me watching and told me to shut the door, and I went back downstairs.
3. I was turned away from my mom once, and when I had turned around, I swear I got a glimpse of her breasts. She had been readjusting her shirt when I was turned around.
4. She would always take her bra off and pull it out from under her shirt and just throw it on the ground. It was usually something she would do after she got off work. I don’t know if many women do that, but I always thought it was kind of weird that she would do that in front of her son.
5. Just the way my mom treated me made me desire her. She is very controlling. She’s one of those overbearing mother types that always has to be there. But she’s also very… bipolar? She’s never actually been diagnosed as being bipolar, but she has mood swings a lot. And I feel like I’ve kind of been emotionally abused by her most of my life. But she is also very loving. She says “I love you” quite frequently, and she hugs me pretty often.
So I guess it’s a combination of those things that have sparked my desire for her. And it is those things that have made me think of her and masturbate to her. I’ve had a few sessions when she was gone where I would sniff her bras and panties. Or I would wrap them around my dick and masturbate with them. The same thing I would do with certain shirts and bottoms of hers. Other days, I would masturbate to pictures of her she had on the computer or laying around the house.