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.
Now somewhere along the lines, I think I developed somewhat of an Oedipus complex. That whole thing where you’re said to want to kill your father to take possession of your mother. I never really wanted to kill anyone, but I did want my mom to myself. When I was in high school, she started dating this guy. And ever since they started dating, I felt like I started not being as close to my mom as I had been. I always felt uncomfortable when he was around. I just kind of wanted them to break up, but they eventually ended up getting married after being together for a couple of years. And then he moved in with us. And I feel like that made me even less closer to her. I just wanted things to go back to how they were. I just wanted my mom back…
I know I haven’t really described what my mom looks like yet, and I’m not going to. You can picture her however you want. But my mom is a goddess. I know that sounds pretty corny, but that’s just how I feel. Like I said, she’s the only one who can always get my dick up. She doesn’t look like a porn star or anything. I’m not trying to say I have the hottest mother one can possibly have, because I don’t. She looks normal, if anything. But my lust for her is relentless. So to me, she is the hottest there is. She’s been my one big fantasy.
Now, instead of just masturbating to pictures of clothed women like I’d been doing most of the time, I’m masturbating to actual hardcore porn. With the majority of it being incest porn. My innocent masturbation had turned into something more. I try my hardest to find actual incest porn and not just the fake kind with actors. Sometimes I’m not sure what’s real and what isn’t, but I can’t imagine any of it being real. I can’t imagine anyone actually filming themselves fucking their mothers and not worrying about who would see it. But my favorite porn star would have to be Rachel Steele. She does all of these fake incest videos, but she’s the closest thing I can get to watching incest with a realistic storyline. And she just reminds me of my mother. From her voice, to her personality, to in some ways her body structure. I just always picture her being my mother, or I picture myself fucking my own mother. And I wanted to figure out a way to do it.
Two years ago, I was staying over at my cousin’s house a lot during that winter, because I didn’t like being at home. I was severely depressed, and I was just tired of getting into it with my mom. I was twenty years old, with no job, still living at home with my mom and step-dad. A lot of the times I would get into it with her about wanting to take my car out, but she wouldn’t let me leave a lot of the times. She always wanted me to do things her way, and if I didn’t, she would make my life miserable. But while I was at my cousin’s house… (Keep in mind, I went like a whole week or two without masturbating. There have only been like three times in my life where I’ve went that long. The longest I’ve ever went since discovering masturbation was three weeks). But while I was over there, I started thinking about my mom. I just wanted to go home. I was really horny, and I wanted to figure out a way to have sex with my mom. I wanted to finally fulfill my lasting fantasy. So I thought long and hard about it that night, about what I was going to do. I recited it in my head over and over until I got it right.
First, I texted my mom the next day and asked if my step-dad was home. He wasn’t. He was at work. He works for the railroad, so if he’s gone, he’s usually gone for awhile. And now that I had a plan, I was ready to go home. When I got home, I asked when my step-dad would be home, and she said in a day or two. Perfect.
So I took a shower and brushed my teeth, and I did everything to prepare. I put clothes in the washer, and I put on my old gym shorts. Something easy to slip on and off. Then, I got on the computer.
I messaged her on Facebook saying, “Can you come here? I need to talk to you about something.”
Then, I got on my bed. I had my shoes on, and when she came in, I started taking them off. I had to do something to make it not look weird that I was just sitting on my bed waiting for her, because usually I’m sitting at the computer. So now that she’s in my room, with her robe on, I tell her to sit down by me. She does.
Then I said, “I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long.”
… and then I chickened out. I looked her in the eyes after I told her that, and it was just too weird. For some reason, it was easier to think of my mom sexually when she wasn’t right there next to me. Maybe I didn’t really want this. I quickly got up and sat back in my computer chair, and she sat down by me, on the mattress on the floor.
“Well it must be important if you’ve wanted to tell me this for a long time, and it’s been bothering you for that long,” she said.
“It’s nothing,” I said.
“Is it bad?” she asked.
“Yeah… it’s really bad,” I said.
The whole time she was trying to pry this out of me, she was like smiling and laughing. “Did something happen to you?” she asked.
“No, it’s nothing like that.”
“So no one hurt you?”
“No,” I said.
“Um… did you see something you shouldn’t have?”
“No,” I said.
“Are you sure? You didn’t accidentally see me naked or something, did you?”
“No, it’s not that,” I said.
She said, “I remember you used to always try to peek underneath the bathroom door when I was in there.”
I honestly didn’t remember this at all, and I started laughing a little.
“Nuh uh… really?”
We were both laughing. After she realized she wasn’t gonna get it out of me, she left the room.
So my plan fell through. I didn’t do what I was going to do. After I said that line about wanting to tell her for so long, I was gonna try to seduce her. I was gonna tell her that I see her walking around the house looking sexy all the time, and that she just doesn’t know what it’s done to me. I was gonna tell her that I’ve wanted to have sex with her, after kissing her on the cheek. I even had a Rachel Steele video minimized on the computer. If it all worked out, or even if it didn’t work out, I was gonna lay on the bed with her and show her this incest video. I figured maybe if she was repulsed, I could show her the video to where she would get horny and think otherwise. But it didn’t happen. But then… she messaged me on Facebook.
I will try to lay out the messages for you as best as possible…
My mom: If you ever need to talk to me, I’m here. You can tell me anything 🙂
I thought about that message she sent me. I thought maybe she knew that I’ve been thinking about her. Maybe she felt the same way. So I sent this message…
Me: For so long, I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve been dreaming about you. I keep dreaming that I’m having sex with you. The whole time I was over at my cousin’s house, I was thinking of a way to have sex with you. But I don’t wanna hurt either one of us, and I’m sorry…
I could hear my mom in the living room crying as she started typing.
Mom: I’m so sorry 🙁 Maybe I’m a bad mother… I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you either. You are my son, and I will always love you.
Me: I just tried messaging one of my friends to get my mind off of you. I figure maybe I could try and date her, but she hasn’t replied back yet.
Mom: Well that’s good. Maybe you just need to find a girl.
At this point, I found myself horny again. Horny for my mom.
Me: Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll ever love another girl. It’s always been you. I love you. It seems like every time I like a girl, they remind me of you. I always pick girls that are similar to you.
Mom: I don’t think it’s me you like. I think maybe you just tend to like girls that have similar qualities to me. I think it’s normal. Guys tend to pick partners that resemble their mothers, so when they go out into the world, they’ll have somebody that can take care of them in the same way.
I’m getting even hornier at this point thinking of my mom.
Me: No. I love you. And I don’t think I can ever get a girlfriend anyways. I’m too scared to get close to anybody. Will you teach me?
Mom: No. I’m your mother, and I don’t think that would be appropriate.
Me: We’re both consenting adults. Nobody has to find out. I won’t tell anyone. Please? Will you at least just teach me how to kiss?
Mom: I’m sorry, but we can’t do that. I’m your mother, and I love you like a son. I’m not attracted to you like that.
Me: Please? I won’t tell anyone…
Mom: Stop it! We are not having this discussion.
Me: You know you want this…
And that was the last message in that conversation.
After waiting for a reply and not receiving one, I went to go act like I was checking on my laundry. As I passed through the living room, I saw she was sitting in the recliner watching television. She had logged off of Facebook. This whole thing was awkward. She looked like a mix of angry and disgusted. I went back into my room and masturbated to one of her pictures on Facebook. I needed to relieve myself once and for all. It felt really good after having not masturbated and being horny for that long. But then afterwards, I felt kind of guilty. Maybe if I had actually had sex with my mom, I’d have felt the same guilt then, too. I went back into the living room, and I was really nervous. I told my mom that I was really sorry, and I told her to please not tell anyone about this. She said she wouldn’t. The next day, when she was gone, I got on her Facebook because she had her password saved, and I deleted our conversation. I didn’t wanna take the chance of anyone seeing it, and I deleted it from my account too.
Life at home was different after that day. I feel like I royally fucked up and that my mom would never look at me in the same way. She quit giving me hugs. She quit saying she loved me. She quit randomly coming in my room and saying hi. Things like that. We didn’t talk quite as much, aside from her asking me if I’m hungry or what I’m hungry for. I think the obsession with my mom was finally over with. It took somewhere between one and three months for things to go back to normal and my mom would start acting how she used to act towards me.
For the next two years, things were pretty normal. I mean, things went back to how they were before that incident. I don’t know if life will ever be “normal” for me. The incident was never brought up, except for one time.
The two of us were eating at a Chinese restaurant with my cousin, and I’m not sure how it got brought up, but she mentioned how I had been on her Facebook account before. So she knew I had deleted that conversation we had. I guess that’s why her password had been changed.
After denying being on her account, she goes, “Yes you were. You got on there to delete our messages.”
“What messages?” I asked, playing stupid.
She goes, “You don’t want me to tell him,” referring to my cousin.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” I said.
The conversation eventually ended, as we both just wanted to let it drop.
But sometime in those two years, my lust for her returned. And I was back to watching incest porn. I was back to jerking off to her. I was back to wanting to try it again. To have sex with my mom.
Now my mom has told me before that things had happened to her in her past. I guess maybe that’s why she is the way she is. I guess that’s why I always get the emotional abuse from her. I guess maybe me and her are both fucked up. I guess I was so fucked up that that’s why I decided to try it again at twenty-two years old. I was still in the same position in life that I was two years ago. Living at home, with my mom and step-dad, with no job.
I wanted to make my mom hug me, but I had to figure out a way to do it. I didn’t wanna just go up and hug her, because that would feel weird to me. So I tried to do something nice for her. It was all part of my plan.
We had been watching the show Bates Motel together lately, seeing Norma get closer and closer to her son, so I was hoping this would work. I was hoping maybe she had been desiring this too. I had another feeling she might be, because every time I left home, she would always text me wondering where I was, trying to get me to come home and stuff, whenever my step-dad wasn’t home. So I waited until my step-dad left for work one day, and I went down to the basement. At this point, we were living in a different house. I went downstairs, and I did laundry for my mom. And then I asked her if she was hungry, because I wanted to make her something to eat. I guess maybe that was a little out of place for me to ask?
She starts laughing, “So now what are you wanting?” like I was being nice just to get my way.
I said, “Well I was just about to make myself something, and I was seeing if you were hungry too. Is that so wrong?” I laughed a bit. “Can’t I do something nice for my mom for once? I do love you you know.”
“Awww,” she goes, as she’s getting out of her seat.
She comes over to hug me.
It worked. The plan worked.
So now we’re hugging. And I’m not stopping. Not until I get a boner.
After she realizes I’m hugging her for what seems to be a lengthy time, she tries to release her hold. But I still hold on to her.
“You can let go now,” she said.
But I wasn’t gonna let go, with my head on her shoulder.
“Is everything okay?” she asks.
She’s been asking me that a lot these past couple of years, always wondering if there’s anything wrong with me.
I don’t answer her.
I wait until the silence is broken by the hard-on in my pants.
I tried to get it to poke her, so I moved around a bit to get in position. Once she finally realizes that I have a situation going on down there, she releases her hold again. I take my head off her shoulder and I look her in the eyes. She looked confused, but at the same time, she was looking into my eyes trying to figure things out. I went back to hug her again, slowly, but this time I moved her hair out of the way and started to suck on her neck. I heard this was a very intense spot for women. That you shouldn’t suck a girl’s neck without expecting sex. At first touch, my mom moaned.
Then she goes, “Son, what are you doing?”
I just keep on sucking her neck, hoping to turn her on. She starts to moan more. Eventually I stop, and I’m holding her at the waist. We’re locking eyes again, and we’re both staring at each other with lust in our eyes. I move in again slowly and plant a kiss on her lips. Then I move back a little and look into her eyes again. I think my mom and I were finally on the same page.
I grab her hand, and we walk over to the couch and sit down. She was wearing shorts, so I nervously placed my hand on her thigh. I heard this was another spot that can be very intense for a woman. I slowly moved my hand up and down her thigh, all the while keeping eye contact. I moved in again for a kiss, and my mom tried to slightly pull away. I moved my hand higher up on her thigh and was headed towards her vagina. I started rubbing the one place I never thought I would touch. She let out a quick and high pitched moan out of shock. She looked into my eyes, and I moved forward to kiss her while still rubbing her. Our lips locked, and this became my first real kiss. I slipped in my tongue after a breathy moment between the two of us, who are now trembling. As our tongues collided, I let the pace quicken as I rubbed her. With one hand behind her head, the other hand on her vagina, and our tongues battling, I knew I could get away with more.
I stopped everything I was doing, and I looked at her. She seemed to be desperate now. She didn’t want me to stop. I grabbed her hand and took her to my bedroom. This was the only place I felt safe to do this, without anyone hearing us or being able to see us. I pointed to the mattress on the floor and told her to sit down. I walked over and sat down in front of her. I put my arms around her, and I started to kiss her again. Then I started to rub her again. Then I looked at her again, and I pulled off my shorts. Then I pulled off my mother’s shorts. Our eyes are locked, and I grab her hand and place it on my penis. Now that we’re both uncovered, I was able to insert my fingers into her, while she knew what she was supposed to do. We were both getting each other off, but we didn’t keep this up for long.
We were sitting with our legs spread out facing each other, as I pulled her close to take off her shirt. I then took mine off. I looked into her eyes as I tried to unhook her bra. This took too long, because I couldn’t get it off. But the intense feelings we had were too strong to break. Not being able to get my mom’s bra off just made it that more exciting, because we were both desperate. After she unhooked her bra, I began to move my hands up towards her breasts. I was finally staring at the two things I had only gotten a glimpse of. My hands were trembling until they were on her breasts. I think we were both shaking in nervousness at this point. But we didn’t say anything to one another. I massaged her breasts like I was discovering something new. And then we started to kiss again while I did this. I looked into her eyes, and I pushed her back onto the bed so she was on her back. We did the same thing while she was in this position. We made eye contact, kissed, and I gently caressed her breasts. I moved my head down and kissed her stomach. Now it was time for the real thing.
I held my penis in my hands, and I gently slapped her vagina with it a couple of times. I was trying to tease her to get her even more excited. I was fully erect this entire time, that I knew the only person I wanted to be with was my mom. I knew it was so wrong, but it felt so right. I’m locking eyes with my mom, and I start to insert my penis into her.
“No… ,” she says.
“It’s okay, mom. You got your tubes tied back when I was in high school, remember? It’s not like I’m gonna get you pregnant,” I say.
I push my penis into her a little further, and she lets out a little moan. Then I pull out. And she’s starting to look desperate again. I go back inside of her, and that’s when I finally realized I was inside of my mom. And this time I was in all the way. I was back in the one place that I had started. The place that I had came from. And I never wanted to leave.
Before my mom can say another word, I start thrusting her slowly while holding onto her breasts and looking deep into her eyes. Her moaning begins to grow a little louder, and she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t tell me to stop. The only thing she can muster is my name. And that excited me more than anything. I got right on top of my mom and started to grind her. My arms are out by the sides of her head, and we’re just staring into each others’ souls. And I’m thrusting harder and faster than before. I kiss her forehead.
“Oh mom… ,” I say, getting a little out of breath.
Her arms are then holding onto my back, and her legs are latched onto me, and she’s trying to pull me in as close as she can, enjoying the completely naked embrace of mother and son, reunited at last. Before letting out her biggest moans of the night, we’re back to battling tongues. And I’m thrusting a little faster, and she feels really wet at this moment. I don’t think I ever got up to full speed, because I wanted to savor the moment. Like when you eat food slowly to savor the taste, I wanted this moment to last forever. I wanted to prolong the sex, but I knew I couldn’t do that. This was my mom. The one woman that I’ve been lusting for, for god knows how long. I go back to looking into her eyes, because it was the last thing I wanted to see before I came.
“Oh… mom… ,” I said one last time before emptying my load into her warm, wet vagina.
I was no longer a virgin.
And my dreams had come true.
After the sex was over, things were a little awkward. We were both soaked in cum, and not exactly as horny as we were before. I think feelings of guilt swept over both of us.
But I said, “I love you mom!”
And she said, “I love you too!”
It was still the most amazing moment in my life. After she left the room to go clean up and take a shower, I cleaned up myself. Then I got on the computer and tried to relive the moment. Now that she was out of my room, I got hard again quickly looking at her Facebook pictures. And I violently masturbated.
My step-dad came home the next day, and I just wanted him to leave again. I think maybe my mom did too. The two of them didn’t talk much. Usually they don’t shut up, especially in the mornings, but my mom kind of kept brushing him off saying she’s not feeling too good. Maybe she really wasn’t feeling good… Maybe we fucked up and did irreparable damage to each other. But all I could think about was having sex with my mom again. My desires were higher than ever. I wanted to do new things with her. I wanted her to be my sex toy. I just wanted us to be together again. The whole time my step-dad was home, she was all I could think about. She was all I could dream about. When my step-dad finally left again for work, that’s when I knew.
I came out to the living room to see what my mom was doing. She was sitting down, and she looked up at me. We both started to smile. I walked over to her and sat down on the couch next to her. Then I proceeded to tell her about what happened when she went to go clean up that night. How I masturbated to her pictures. How I used to always masturbate to her. How I watched incest porn over and over wishing that it could one day happen with my own mother. And how when it finally happened, I felt my depression lift. How I was finally happy. She was a little taken aback, but she was smiling the whole time.
“I’ve had dreams about you too,” she said. “I’m not sure when they started, but I’ve also wanted this for a long time.”
Hearing her say that shocked the hell out of me. But what shocked me the most is when she grabbed my hand and started to walk me back into my bedroom. And I’m not sure how excited I was in comparison to our first time, but this was a whole new experience. We were comfortable.
We sat down again on my mattress, and she was taking her clothes off as fast as she could. I was doing the same, but I wasn’t quite as fast as she was. The only thing I had left on was my boxers, and she quickly tore them off. I was looking into my mother’s eyes when I realized how intense her yearning was. She got on top of me and started straddling my cock. She then mounted me and pressed her hands against my chest and began to ride me. I wasn’t sure how I felt because she was a bit bigger than me, and it hurt a little bit. But at the same time, I liked how dominating she was being. My mom was in control of me once again, and I was fine with being her sex toy.
I reached up and grabbed my mom’s breasts and looked in her eyes while she rode me like I was her prized pony. Then I pulled her closer. As our bodies met, and as one of my arms went behind the back of her head and the other right below her back, we french kissed like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years.
“Fuck me, mom,” I said.
She leaned back a little to get back into mounting position and started to ride me faster.
I pulled her closer to me once again. This time I wanted to taste her. I grabbed hold of her breasts and flicked her nipples, back and forth, with my tongue. Then I sucked. And I sucked. And I sucked. Then, I looked into her eyes again to regain total control. As our bodies were embraced, I thrust my penis up into her vagina as hard and as fast as I could.
“Yes! Fuck your mother!” she shouted.
“AHHHH!” I moaned as loud as I could, and she did the same. We were even comfortable being loud this time. “OH MOM!!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.
We both traded off the best of our moans, fucking each others’ brains out, before cumming back into reality.
This time, both of us soaked again in cum, there was no awkwardness. No guilt. Just pure euphoria. I think we were ready to do this every chance we got.
“I love you so much mom,” I said, thinking about going another round.
“I love you too,” she said. “You are the best son a mother could ask for.”
And my erection shot up once again.
“I’ll be in the bathroom. I’m gonna go take a shower,” she said.
But I didn’t want her to leave. I just wanted to be back inside of her, sharing another wonderful adventure with her. As she took off, I was about to get on the computer and shoot my load again over some of her pictures, but then I heard the water running. And I thought about it for a second. Maybe she wanted me to go in there… So, as I was still naked, I tried to open the door. Usually I hear my mom lock the door when she goes in the bathroom, but she didn’t this time.
All I hear is the water running. I walk slowly towards the closed shower curtain, and I open it up. And there she is, naked, smiling at me. If I had chills during our last two encounters, I don’t know if it was anything like this. Because this time, we were one. I could almost read her mind, and I guess that’s how I knew what she wanted. I stepped into the shower fully erect, closed the curtain, and I pinned her against the wall. This was only the beginning of our love.