Mother's Art Studio Predicament
On Sunday, I slept in later than usual because I'd been out partying all night and probably drank a lot too. When I woke up, I noticed there were two girls in my bed. Oh yeah, they'd been really horny last night. I'd never been so rough with anyone before. But why was I awake now? Oh, my phone was ringing. Who could be calling me so early on a Sunday?
I picked up the phone and it was my mom. Shit, she'd called ten times already. And it was already 11 o'clock.
"Hey, what's up, Mom?" Her voice sounded a bit sad, which was unusual.
"Alex, sweetheart," she said with a shaky voice. "I... I don't know how to say this, but... your dad and I..."
"What happened?" I asked, worried.
"We're getting a divorce, Son," she said, and she started crying.
Divorce? My parents getting a divorce? That couldn't be right. It had been three and a half years since I left home for college. They insisted I live with them and go to the closest school. Yeah, it was a bit strange, but there must be a reason. I'm their only child and adopted. While I wouldn't mind taking their offer instead of taking out a student loan and working to pay for my apartment, I had to leave. The girls I brought home weren't exactly quiet. Mom and Dad never complained, but I still felt responsible for making noise.
Now I'm banging even more girls. Girls seem to like big black cocks, so it's not hard for me to hook up with them. I always just wanted to give them a new experience, and they'd get addicted. My mother and father adopted me when I was seven years old. I'd been their third attempt, and it worked out perfectly.
"It's complicated, Alex. I know you never saw us fighting because we always acted like things were fine," Mom said.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked.
"It started as soon as you left home. I guess it's been going on for a while, and it never came to the surface," she replied.
Huh. I never saw any fights between them. I visit them at least once a month. I even caught them having sex on the couch once. I thought if they were having sex, their marriage was working.
"Was it cheating or something else?" I asked. "I think you two should try to work things out instead of getting a divorce."
"I'm sorry, Alex," Mom said with a barely audible voice. "I'm so, so sorry."
"Can you tell me a little bit more about it?" I asked.
Mom is crying now. I'll listen to her and try to comfort her. I'm not really concerned about relationships, to be honest. I can't stop thinking about my cock and putting it somewhere, whether it's a pussy, ass, or mouth. Big asses turn me on a lot because they move and sound so great when I'm fucking them. What's wrong with me? My mom is getting a divorce, and all I can think about is sex.
"Mom. I... I understand. Do you want to come live with me?" I asked.
Four hours later, there's a knock on my door. I open it, and it's my mom. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying all day. Then she just rushes into my arms and starts sobbing without saying a word.
I'm a little shocked to see my mom like this. She looks sad. I give her a big hug to let her know she's not alone. I don't know what to say, so I just let her cry it out on my shoulder.
After a while, she begins to relax somewhat. She pulls back and wipes her eyes, offering me a weak smile. "I'm sorry, Alex," she said shakily. "You're the only family I have now."
"It's fine, Mom," I responded. "You can stay here with me as long as you need to."
She gave me a grateful look before sighing deeply. "Thanks, son. I don't know what I'd do without you!" I hugged her tightly. Seeing my mom like this was tough.
Now it's been three months that Mom and I have been living together. She's been searching for a decent job so she can live on her own but the best she could find was selling goods in a supermarket. She did try to rent her own apartment, but we both knew she wouldn't be able to survive with a minimum wage.
We've been getting into arguments over this for a while now.
"Son, you need your privacy. I promise I can handle it myself. It's a shared apartment," she insisted, her voice laced with concern and pleading.
"Alright, you can pay me rent if you're serious about roommates," I replied.
"But I don't think it's good for you. I know you're not bringing girls here because of me," she said, a mixture of guilt and worry in her tone.
"I'm fine with that. I don't even like them here anyway," I lied, trying to reassure her while maintaining the facade.
"Are you sure, honey?" she asked, a bit unsure.
"Yeah, Mom. I sleep separately from them so it's not like it affects me," I responded.
"Hehe, you want me to believe that?" she chuckled, sounding slightly strained. "I raised you to be a gentleman. You're just like your dad."
"What? No, I'm not!" I defended.
"You are. You're a playboy just like your dad," she said softly.
I was close to graduating, and I really didn't want her to live alone after all of this. I planned on getting a good job and then letting her live on her own. But she was right; I hadn't been bringing girls home anymore. My small one-bedroom apartment felt cramped with both of us.
Since it was so hot during the summer, I slept on the couch in the beginning. Then we started sharing the bed. My place didn't have air conditioning, so the summers were sweltering. My landlord allowed me to install a window air conditioner, but I only had ceiling fans for now.
I didn't mind sleeping naked. But with Mom now living with me and the bolster between us, it was getting very hot at night. I wore a t-shirt and shorts at night, but by midnight, I'd remove the t-shirt to cool down a bit. I was a morning person due to my class schedule, so Mom probably never saw me shirtless before.
Then, after a few days, the heat was becoming unbearable. We stopped using the bolster and Mom didn't mind me sleeping naked either. One night, I caught her asleep in one of those long nightgowns she used to wear when Dad was still around.
I'd never seen Mom up close like this in a nightgown. At 43 years old and thicker, her name is Jenny. Mom was looking stunning without any makeup! Her hair was fiery - sometimes looking like flames and at others like fall leaves. Her eyes were so vividly green, like peeking into a whole forest. Her skin glowed and looked healthy. Not too pale, just the perfect amount of pale. She's a stunner without even trying!
She's slightly taller than average, standing at around 5'7". She has a full figure with noticeable curves. Her shoulders are broad, leading down to a waist that's not toned. But her large muscular behind made her hips quite curvy. Did I just say that my mom has a big bum?
We'd been getting along well until one night when I cuddled her from behind and started playing with her breasts. The cuddling was fine - it was comforting her during her sleepless nights. But I hadn't realized I was squeezing her breasts in my sleep. Mom never mentioned anything or seemed upset, but one night I figured it out by myself. I woke up in the middle of the night, realizing I was humping Mom. She was our small spoon, and I was rubbing my hips against her bare behind.
My cock had swollen with desire. I released it from my shorts, and it smacked against Mom's behind. I moved closer to grab her chest again and found myself rubbing my cock against her pussy. A third of my shaft was left behind, and Mom moaned softly in her sleep.
I had woken up from my slumber, so I stopped playing with her nipple. However, my hips had a mind of their own. I slid my dick out until only the tip remained trapped in her thigh, then slowly pushed back inside. I wanted to silence my mother's moans, but my hips kept thrusting involuntarily. My erection grew wetter as it slid through her pussy juices, and my speed increased simultaneously.
I noticed my mother was pushing back slightly when I was thrusting her. I was so aroused that I didn't care whether it was right or wrong. It wasn't like I'd slept with any female other than my mom; it was just a hormonal response, I supposed. Now that my mother was no longer suppressing her moans, I was determined to enter her pussy. I aimed for her opening and pressed hard to penetrate her, but it wouldn't go in.
Her underwear was creating a barrier, but I was too horny to pay attention. I kept thrusting while gripping one of her breasts until I finally exploded my semen, and then quickly fell back asleep.
When I woke up the following morning, I found myself alone in the bed and thought it had all been a dream. I checked my shorts, and sure enough, my dick was inside. If it had been a dream, my cock would have been out. However, my cock could also retract into itself after softening. I must have come so much the previous night that a cum puddle and multiple spurt stains had formed on the bed sheets. And they were in the place my mother had slept.
I searched for my mother but she wasn't there. I went into the bathroom and she wasn't there, either. Perhaps she had left early to avoid me. Oh my god, I raped my mother. Had she removed her belongings, too? I hurriedly checked her clothes and was relieved to find them still there. I took a shower, ate some breakfast, and left for the day. I had no plans or classes, but I didn't want to run into my mother until I could come up with a reasonable explanation.
I decided to tell my mom I was going out with friends that day. After returning home, it was already quite late, and she was sleeping. I lay down beside her as if I were a well-behaved boy. However, the thoughts of what had happened the night before were stirring up my desire again. I thought I shouldn't focus on this too much, or else I wouldn't be able to sleep. So I spooned her, and it worked immediately. I fell asleep just like I had for the past few months.
The following morning, everything was back to normal. I assumed my mother didn't realize I had woken up. When you understand my mother, you'll know that she'll always bring up any significant happenings. So either she was too overwhelmed to talk about it, or she didn't even remember it. Regardless, I felt relieved that she hadn't mentioned anything. What would I even say if she had?
One morning, while I was still in bed, I saw something shocking. My mother was asleep next to me, but her pussy was exposed. Her panty line had shifted to one side, revealing her protruding pussy with its thin lips. Her slit was short for her size and age.
A few months later, one night, when I was working on my final exam project, mom asked me to come to bed. I told her I still had a lot to finish, but she urged me to join her. I decided to ask for some extra time, thinking it would compromise my grade if I submitted the project in this condition. I was overthinking the situation and couldn't concentrate on my work. However, I went to use the restroom and masturbated, but it didn't help.
I didn't want to risk a penalty, so I left my unfinished project on the table and climbed into bed with my mother. I wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her closely. Her body heat was comforting and relaxing. As she moved to a more comfortable position, her butt collided with my crotch. Her buttocks were incredible; soft and warm like clouds brushing against me. I started thinking about penetrating her, which reignited my erection. As my hard penis pressed against her, I slipped my hand slightly down her stomach, inches from her pussy.
Mom's breaths were heavy just like the last time she woke up. This time, I didn't want to do anything, but I snuggled closer to her to feel her warmth and closed my eyes. She wasn't close enough for me though, so I slid my hand up, just under her breasts. I wanted her even closer, so I gently slid my hand up, resting it under her arms and between her big boobs. By pressing on her chest, I managed to bring her right up next to me.
I was so horny and stressed out that I didn't think straight. While she was awake, I placed my hand under the fabric of her shirt, causing her to sigh and adjust her body against me. Without realizing it, I pressed my cock against her ass. Surprisingly, she pushed back a little and let out a small moan. There was moisture between her legs that rubbed against my cock. I could feel the juices flowing. Using my fingers, I tilted the fabric of her shirt a bit, signaling for her to adjust so she wasn't covering up her wetness. My cock fit perfectly between her legs, and her skirt hiked up slightly.
Not being able to control myself any longer, I took my cock out of my pants. She adjusted herself again to accommodate the position of my cock, and then her skirt raised even a little more. Her hips were pressed against mine, and I had a clear view of her bald pussy. Her nightgown was bunched up at the sides of her ass, leaving my cock to brush against her naked pussy. I could feel her wetness on my cock. My hand slid up and down her vaginal folds, pausing to tease her swollen clit, then pulling away. I couldn't wait any longer.
I finally pushed my cock between her pussy lips. She struggled a bit, but she moaned and slid her hips forward, encouraging my thrusts. As I leaned back, my hips pressed against her ass, rubbing against her genitals. She made a noise of frustration and need. With my fingers around her mouth, I covered it, then pushed three of my fingers into her. I could feel her pulse, and I kissed her neck tenderly. We engaged in this way for a few moments, and her trembling ass rubbed against my cock.
I soon withdrew my fingers from her, pausing just as she began to complain about the lack of pleasure. Pulling her toward me, I placed the tip of my cock in her pussy. Her pink and swollen lips rolled back, and her hole stretched around the base of my veiny, thick shaft. It was painful for her, but then she started rocking her hips as though she liked her ass being deep inside her. I pulled back just enough to tease her, then pushed forward until my whole cock was buried inside her. The muscles of her pussy rippled around my shaft.
Enjoying the groans and whimpers, I pulled her body back so her nightgown was riding up her thighs. I also removed my shirt to feel her skin against me. I kissed her back tenderly while continuing to fuck her slowly and comfortably. I held her tightly as I continued to push my body into her. While her nightgown was so high, her round breasts swayed as we both moved with the sweaty friction between our bodies.
As I plunged my cock deeper and faster, it was as if mom and I had been coupled like animals. She didn't resist my movements, and she ground her hips back against me enthusiastically. She was ready for it, allowing my organ to invade her pussy repeatedly. I kneaded her boobs as I thrust, driving her senses into ecstasy.
She moaned and arched her back, increasing the angle of penetration to the maximum. By using this angle, I was able to push further with more intensity. I matched the speed she used with her hips and we both thrust faster. Moaning, she said my name desperately.
With her hands around my neck, mom grunted, desperate for pleasure. She adjusted her hips and pulled me forward with her thighs. Once I was in her, she groaned loudly while I sat back and allowed her to move her hips to cover my cock thoroughly. I began to thrust short, little movements forward, and she sucked in her stomach, wanting me to fill her.
Her hand found my neck, and as I pushed inward, she arched her back even more. I pulled her thighs onto my chest and held her tightly as her vaginal canal squeezed around my cock. I felt her climax building, and I moaned with satisfaction. Mom covered her mouth, unaware that I was also on the edge. We both moaned together as she let out a long, hard gasp.
Slowly, I pulled back until the tip of my penis touched her entrance. Mom clung to me tightly and I penetrated her again without hesitation. I held her hips, pressing against her with my large, swollen cock. I grunted as I burst into her, feeling the shuddering of her muscles around my penis.
With a sigh of relief, my ejaculate poured into my mother's pussy, stretching her to the limit and claiming her as mine. Continuing to thrust, I pumped more and more hot cum, speckling the soft skin of her thigh with wet marks. Mom's pussy was awash in my semen, soaking it up avidly, until leakage began, a mixture of sweat, my own sexual secretions, and her fluids pooling around her bald pussy lips.
Her sigh of ecstasy filled the room as she luxuriated in the embrace of my powerful member, which continued to pulse wildly. The volume of my semen was immense, filling her pussy completely. I continued to push her down onto me, ensuring every drop of my seed reached its destination.
Finally, Satisfaction. I had what I needed.
This incident inspired me to explore incestuous fantasies on Reddit, where I found enticing captions for certain videos. My mind raced as I imagined a wild, passionate tryst between my mother and I. I found it exhilarating to combine fantasy and storytelling simultaneously.
To continue reading about this Incestuous adventure... If I choose to.
Read also:
- A Vacation Spent with Mom
- Rear Seat: Initial Experience with Sibling
- Fathers Seducing Daughters Chapter 7
- "Thirty Days of Incest: Day 4"
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