About me and mom ⇐ Incest

[Anonymous]

Good afternoon I understand that these people are mostly dreamers, but I’ll still share my story. Maybe to some it will seem like a sick fantasy. So be it. I am now 35. My mother is 58. When I was 6 years old, my father left us. He emigrated to the States with another woman and got lost somewhere there. He showed up many years later on Facebook, but it’s not about him. Mom then said “now you are the man of the house.” And so it was. I always tried to take care of her and not upset her. She works as a teacher of Russian language and literature. When my father left, I started tutoring so that we would not be deprived. It was difficult. Fortunately, we had no problems with housing, and my father left the car. Four. At the age of 6, I accidentally spied on my mother for the first time. Out of curiosity. And soon I forgot about this incident. Then at 10. And after that I began to spy on her regularly. Curiosity, interest, excitement... But there was no thought about sex. This is the mother. Mother is sacred. I imagined an abstract woman in her place. But at the age of 14, after I first witnessed her having sex with a fairly young guy, the desire became quite specific. I realized that I wanted her. But this is taboo. I didn’t think that she could even admit the thought of sex with her son and tried to drive such thoughts away from myself. Did not work. He continued to peek at every opportunity. I was terribly jealous of my mother when she went on dates. To be fair, she never took men home. And when going on dates, she said “to a friend,” but I already understood that before meeting with a friend, she would hardly have taken a shower, put on bright makeup, or put on stockings and beautiful dresses. It was clear when she went to see her friends and when she went on dates. My mother gave me a digital camera for my 15th birthday. Some of her “lights” from those times were captured by me and are still stored. In 2004, we got a dedicated internet connection at home and I started surfing the Internet for hours. I haven’t visited porn sites - I haven’t yet learned how to clear my browser history. And I repeat, I didn’t want to upset my mother. By the way, I smoked and drank beer so as not to burn myself. Well, 16 years old. It is unlikely that she would praise me. And so I stupidly “surfed” and on some site a banner appeared to me like “son fucks mother.” This interested me and I still followed the link.
There were many series of photos in the incest genre. This word was not familiar to me at all. It is clear that the shots there were staged, but I didn’t think about it. In general, I began to hang out on this site often. Then I came across a forum about incest. I realized that I am not alone. You won’t discuss with your friends how you spy on your mother, especially since she also works as a teacher at our school. In 11th grade, I even made timid attempts (very timid) to show my mother that I liked her as a woman. Even compliments “on the verge” did not bother her. I think she just didn't take it seriously. Then I had different girls, women... The attraction to my mother faded into the background. I graduated from university, went to work, met a girl, pretty quickly rented an apartment, and started living together. In the summer of 2012 we broke up and I returned to my mother. And it was as if he had returned to that period when he wildly wanted her. I noticed that she was on a dating site. The idea matured quite quickly. Created a fake account with fake photos. And he indicated St. Petersburg instead of Moscow. I wrote to her. I wrote for several days in a row.
She read the messages. But she ignored it. Still she answered me. I made pretty good small talk for a few days. I learned about her daily life. We started talking every evening. Gradually our conversations became more intimate. Mom seemed to be flirting with me. More precisely, not with me, but with that guy from St. Petersburg. At some point she suggested that I go to WhatsApp. Within an hour I already had my left SIM card. It’s so good that the previous iPhone didn’t have time to sell! They started exchanging photos with her. Well, she took off hers, and I took off that guy (he took pictures and took several selfies almost every day in the elevator). When the “hot” photos came out, the main thing was not to burn down the interior familiar to my mother. The situation was partly saved by the dickpics made at one time in a rented house. At some point, I go ahead and blurt out to her about incest, that I’ve supposedly been with my mother for many years and we both like it. She turned the conversation to other topics. I said that if the mother is alone and the son is alone, they could very well help each other out. Especially the people closest to each other. She replied that she wouldn’t lie under her son, that was out of the question.
Nevertheless, in response to my question, she said yes - she noticed that her son spied on her as a teenager. I already thought - that’s it, there’s no chance and communication it’s time to slowly wind down.
But at some point she began to ask in detail how things worked out with my mother... And then we had an excuse to have a drink with her, on Teacher’s Day. October 4, 2013. I behaved more brazenly than usual, but my mother didn’t seem to mind that I sat down next to her on the sofa and hugged her, stroked her legs in tights and climbed quite high. I felt the heat emanating from her crotch. And at some point I put my hand there... She tried to pull away, I won’t forget her look - shock, confusion... but I greedily began to kiss her on the lips and stroke her vulva through her tights and panties, trying to get my fingers between her labia.
At some point she began to respond to my kisses. I realized it was time to act. He threw her onto the sofa, lifted her dress, took off her tights and panties and climbed on top of her. And now my penis is already entering her wet vagina. She squeezes me with her legs... I eagerly kiss her on the lips... she moans under me and moves to the beat. This lasted about 3 minutes... I just quietly told her “I’m cumming,” but she didn’t push me away, but on the contrary, she pressed me, and I shot into her vagina. She silently stood up, picked up her pantyhose and panties from the floor and went into the shower. I was happy. But he didn’t know how to behave further. Mom came out of the shower already in her dressing gown and went to drink water. Passing by my room, she said “good night” and went to her room. In the morning she was already dressed in the kitchen and drinking coffee. I hugged her from behind and pressed my boner against her skirt-covered ass. I started kissing my neck, and my hand began to lift up my mother’s skirt from behind. She turned, smiled, kissed her on the cheek and said “not now, otherwise I’ll be late.” At the door she already told me not to linger anywhere, we need to talk. That day I did not leave the house. Naturally, the first thing I did was write to my mother on behalf of that guy. She said she was busy. And in general, she began to somehow avoid our correspondence, even ignore it. In general, after about a month I stupidly stopped writing to her. In the evening she returned. I started to pester her, but she said that we needed to have a serious conversation. The point of the conversation was that no one should suspect anything about our relationship. However, by the end of the conversation we were already touching each other in the most interesting places. Mom blossomed. For the first 2 years we had sex almost every day, with a break for her period. Well - at this time she was giving me pleasure with her mouth. When she turned 50, she started having sex after sex. Like it’s time for me to get married, etc., she’s getting old... Started dating a young girl. She was not yet 18. But they continued to have sex with their mother. Although less often. I bought an apartment. Got married. Sex with my mother stopped. The wife became pregnant with her eldest son and at some point it became painful for her to have sex. The two of us met with my mother, I promised to take her shopping. And the feelings came flooding back. When we arrived at her house, we had sex... And this is how we live now. I have a very happy family, my wife is 23 years old, my son is 3, my daughter is 2. My mother is 58. When we see her together, we have sex. When my wife and children go to stay with their mother-in-law, I say that I will stay with my mother. And my wife is happy, like I will be fed and under supervision, I will not cheat on her. Naturally, she doesn’t even know about my relationship with my mother. Here's the story. Sorry if this is a lot of letters. In short, it didn't work out.