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Obsessed with Mom Ch. 01

By: arodz



For as long as I can remember, I have been madly in love with my mother. She took great care of me when I got chicken pocks at 12. When I broke my arm at age 15, she fed me, bathed me, and watched movies all day with me. She has been there for me in every way a mother can be. She was a stay at home mom. Dad was the breadwinner in the family. They had gotten married right out of high school. She never played the field to sew her wild oats. She wanted a family from the get go. And she was happy for the most part, but I can tell there's a little something missing in her life.

By the time I was a senior I had all the usual dirty thoughts of girls. My friends and me were what we called mini-perverts. We would go to school with little mirrors on our shoes and walk up to girls wearing skirts from behind to see their panties. But we never groped them or anything. And because all these chicks knew our rep, they never gave us the time of day. 

When I turned 18, my friend Tommy and me were jack off buddies. Neither of us could get any chicks so we would help each other out once in a while. We knew we weren't gay, we just wanted to relieve each other of the built up tension. But Tommy wanted to stop because one time when we were jacking each other, I was really hot and went a little too far. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear to ask him if he would suck my cock. He to me fuck no, and wanted to stop. I apologized and ask him to please finish. He did but said he wouldn't do it anymore.

Jacking off became a part of life for me because I just wasn't getting any and Tommy stopped helping me. I would go to Tommy's house to hang out and when he wasn't looking I would go through his sister's drawer, searching for panties. Now and then I would take one home with me. I would jack off into the crotch and cum on them. One time I went to her hamper and got a used pair. I put my nose on the crotch and it snapped my head back. It smelled nasty, yet nasty! I took those home with me and jacked off with them lying on my face. But I got too greedy and started taking them all the time. Then Tommy caught me stealing one of her thongs and I was never invited back again.

Then one day, my life would change forever. All my family was going out to dinner. I was waiting in the living room when dad asked me to check to see if mom was ready yet. I went to her room and opened the door. Just as I opened the door, she was slipping on her panties. And that was all she had on at the time. They were black lacy panties. I had jacked off to a pair like those before. This was the first time I had seen a naked women in person before. Her breasts were huge. She started rubbing lotion on them. I stood there and watched her put on her bra, slip, dress and shoes. I didn't move until I heard my dad yell from downstairs, "Jack, what's going on up there?" Shit I forgot he wanted to know if she was ready yet. I quietly closed the door and knocked.

"Mom, dad wants to know if you're ready yet."

"I'll be down in about 10 minutes."

I quickly went downstairs to tell dad, then went right back upstairs and opened her door just enough to see inside. She was already fully dressed and was just fixing her hair. I watched her with her hands above her head, fixing her hair. Her breasts pointing out and her cleavage perfect. My heart was pounding in my chest. Just then I realized I had an amazing hard on. This was a surreal moment for me. Here I was watching my mother getting dressed, lusting over her body. This feeling overwhelmed me. 

She got up and walked to the door. I quickly scampered away. I crept into a corner and watched her leave her room and head downstairs. I went to follow her, but I stopped at her room and quickly went in. I scrambled to find her panty drawer. I pulled out the first pair I found and stuffed them in my pocket. I went downstairs and we all went out to eat. At the restaurant, I sat right across from mom and I just had my eyes locked on her chest the whole night. At one point my younger brother asked me what the hell I was looking at. I thought quickly and said, "Nothing I was just thinking about something I saw on TV yesterday."

I noticed every part of her. When she got up to go to the ladies room, I saw more of her cleavage as she stood up. I stared at her ass as she walked away. I even notice her calf muscles on her smooth legs. While she was gone, I tried to imagine her visually in the ladies room: with her panties down, her dress pushed up, and wiping her pussy with toilet paper. Oh how I would love to be that toilet seat. Even on the way home, in the car, I was taking in her aroma. She had the smell of a cleaned and perfumed woman's body. The smell of which I would later compare to a stripper. The fact that I had her panties in my pocket, well let me just say I couldn't wait 'til I got home.

Once I got home, I quickly changed into a t-shirt and shorts. I tried to go back to her room and watch her get undressed, but dad was in there this time and the door was locked. She really didn't come out of her room the rest of the night. Damn, all I had to go by was the image in my mind (and her panties). I went back to my room and thought about her all night. During the night, around 2 a.m., I tried one more time to get a peek of her asleep. Again the door was locked, but I could hear some faint noises coming from inside the room. It sounded to me like they were pleasing each other. My cock was harder than it's ever been before. I went back to my room and threw off all my clothes and jumped into bed with her panties.

I put her panties on my face, trying to get the aroma of a cunt, but I got them from her drawer so they were clean. So instead I held them in front of my face with my left hand and jacking my now swollen cock vigorously with my right hand. I just kept staring at the crotch of the panties and trying to imagine my mom pussy sitting in them. I closed my eyes and remembered what I had seen earlier that night and then opened my eyes and I could almost see her body in those panties right in front on me. That was all I could take. I threw down the panties on my chest and jacked for all I was worth. I screamed out in ecstasy as I shot the biggest load I'd ever let out in my life. I could see the jets flying up toward me. One even caught me on my chin. 

As I lay there breathless, my dad knocked on my door and asked me if I was okay. He had heard me scream minutes earlier. I said, "Yeah, I just stubbed my toe going to the bathroom. Sorry I woke you up." He said it's all right he wasn't asleep. Yeah I knew that already.

I looked down at the panties and they were covered in my cum. Again, this was so surreal to me. I'm looking at my mom's panties covered in my sperm. I stayed there motionless for about ten minutes. I closed my eyes for a bit and without even trying I saw that image of her naked body again. I instantly started stroking myself again. My cum served as lube and within minutes I was shooting another load on her panties. 

I got up, rolled the panties in a ball and put them under my bed. I spent the rest of the night thinking about this whole situation. I could only come to this conclusion: I was obsessed with my mother. This wasn't going to go away, so I would have to figure out what to do about this.

To Be Continued...

Obsessed with Mom Ch. 02



For the next couple of months, all I could think of was my mom's body. I would ogle her whenever she was in the room, and it didn't matter what she was wearing. She could be wearing a loose T-shirt and warm-ups and I'd find her so sexy. She may not have the perfect body, but she's not ugly at all. At 39, and after two kids, she still has a good body. She's got a frame of 5'6" and her breasts are a 36D, and she weighs about 130lbs. She's got a voluptuous figure. 

I tried on numerous occasions to peek in on her when she was changing. But it was getting harder to do. She was starting to lock her door now. So I was again reduced to settling for her panties. But I didn't just want them from the drawer, I wanted them right off her body. I looked through her drawer to see what kind she wears. Man, does she like the frilly kind. She had a few cotton and satin ones. But the ones that caught me eye were downright jaw dropping. She had a few pairs Brazilian cut panties. They range from lace to fishnet to hip huggers. Blood started rushing to my cock at the thought of my mom's sweet ass in these.

One day I waited for her to come home from shopping. I waited for her to take her nightly shower. The second she finished and walked out of the bathroom, I rushed in there to rifle thought the hamper. There they were; a pair of hot pink lacy Brazilian cut panties. I held them up and just stared at them for a second. I tried really hard to envision my mom body in them. I could actually hear myself moaning, and I hadn't even touched my cock yet. 

My heart was thumping, realizing that just minutes before, my mom's cunt was in these. I slowly brought them to my face. The closer I got, the harder my cock got. Finally, when it reached my nose, I took a huge whiff. I let out a loud moan. It was the sweetest smell me senses ever caught. I moved it so the crotch was sticking up, and oh my god, there was a wet spot. I crammed them to my nose, sniffing for all I was worth. Then, I couldn't help but put them in my mouth. I started sucking all I could from them, trying desperately to taste her juices. My cock was throbbing so hard that as soon as I reached to take it out, I was already squirting my cum on the floor. All this was too much for me, and I almost passed out. 

When I got up, I cleaned up my cum from the floor and put the panties in my pocket. There was no way I was gonna put them back. I had found my favorite pair. And I hadn't tainted them with my cum. So I went to the kitchen and grabbed a ziplock freezer bag. I sealed the panties in there and put them in my drawer. Now I could seal her freshness and take them out whenever I wanted sniff her womanhood. 

But this was just a band-aid for my affliction. After many jerk off session, I felt that I need more. I needed her flesh. I needed to feel her breasts in my hands. To kiss her soft wet lips. To caress the inside of her hot supple thighs. Fantasy and panties just wasn't doing it anymore. I wanted her body to be mine. I wanted to make hot, passionate endless love to my mother. But since I couldn't have her, I would have to settle for the next best thing.

I went out to some bars in search of women; older women. I wanted to find a woman who looked as much as my mom as possible. I went to those bars where the 'cougars' were out for the hunt. But the problem with those women is they're looking for hunks and studs. Not that I'm ugly, but I'm no Chippendale dancer. Then that gave me an idea. I went to a strip club that had both male and female dancers. 

Around closing time, I went over to the male dancers area. Most of the women were filing out and lost of them were drunk. It's like shooting fish in a barrel. I looked around for a bit and found my trout. Her name was Angela. She was 44 years old and was a little chunkier than my mom, but she had similar breasts. She was with a couple of other women and they were looking around as if they were looking for someone. I went up to her introduced myself. I asked her if she enjoyed the show. She said it was fucking great but now she was all hot and bothered. I boldly told her, "Well I can help you with that." She gave me a look like she wanted to rip my clothes off right then and there.

We went back to her place and didn't waste any time. She grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. I reached up for her breasts and caressed them, but pulled off the top of her dress and pushed my head to her tits. All this was happening so fast for me. This was the first time I had a breast in my hands. I wanted to take it slow, but she was so horny she wanted my to ravage her. 

So I pulled off the rest of her dress and laid her on the bed. All she had on were her panties. Nothing really great, just white cotton. But I was picturing my mom inside of them. I took a big whiff of her crotch while her panties were still on. I stated licking her pussy through her panties. She was really wet. I pulled off her panties and was now about to eat my first pussy. I was so inexperienced, I just stated licking all over. I just wanted to taste all of her. I wasn't really thinking about whether or not I was giving her pleasure. But after a while I started finger her. That's when she started squirming. Within minutes she was squirting in my mouth. 

I made this women cum with my mouth and I felt so hot that I blurted out, "Oh yeah, Mom give me your cum." She went along with that, but then I said, "I wanna fuck you mom. Please, let me fuck you." She looked at me like I was some sick freak. So said, "What the fucks wrong with you?" That kinda snapped me into the reality of who I was with. I told her I'm sorry, but she was a little weirded out now. She said I should leave now. I was too embarrassed to get pissed off, so I went home. But when I got home I was really upset. I thought, "Fucking bitch. She gets off and I'm still horny?" When I thought about it more, it was all for the better. I didn't want to loose my virginity to that cheap slut. I wanted my mom to make me a man.

For that point on, I made a vow that I would be with another women until I've made love to my mother. Now I was going from cheap thrills and fantasy to trying to seduce my mom. This would not be easy. After all, she was happily married with an active sex life. If this was going to happen, it was going to be a long and painstaking process. But I was in this for the long haul. No matter how long it would take and no matter how far I would have to go. I was going to have her.

The fist part of the process would be to start acting differently around her. I wanted her to look at me as a man and not just her son. I started working out to shed those extra pounds and get toned up. I also started wearing lots of muscle shirts and tight jeans and shorts. I even got a new haircut to make myself more attractive. I began talking to her with a deeper voice to make myself sound more mature. I began paying more attention to the news in order to bring up more adult conversations with her about world events. I went so far as to eaves drop on her conversations with her friends and her sister, just to get any extra info I could use. I was leaving no stone unturned. 

After six long months, I got my first break. I found out that my older brother was going off to college in Michigan (we live in Texas). This would just leave mom, dad and me in the house. One less cock blocker. Unfortunately, the biggest one was still in the house. 

It was the beginning of summer and I got summer job. Originally, it was save up for a car, but then about a month later I got second break. And it was a big one. My eaves dropping finally paid off. I overheard her on the phone with her best friend, telling her that she hadn't been having sex for a while now. She said her and dad had been fighting lately, mainly about him staying out late with his brother drinking. She said she suspected he was having an affair. That pissed me off. So I did some detective work to find out if it was true. 

I followed him around a couple of times to see what he was up to. Apparently, he wasn't having an affair. But he was hanging out in bars with his brother. And I did notice that women would hit on him, but he seemed to resist. But one time, I did see him accept a women's phone number. A week later, I overheard him on the phone with uncle Frank, and he asked dad if he had called that woman. He said no, but he was really thinking about it. Now I know my dad was willing to cheat on my mom. Well, if that's what the fucker wants, then I'd see to it that it would happen. 

By the end of summer, my brother Stephen went off to college and I had enough money saved to put a down payment on the truck I wanted. But I decided to put my money to better use. I would use the money to hire a whore to seduce my father into an affair. And make sure mom would find out about it. 

I got the number of a hooker a friend of mine had been with and asked her to go to the bar that my dad frequents. I told her to go up to him and make him think he's the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. And make sure he went home with her. I told her to leave hickies and scratch marks on him. But also to make sure to please him in every way possible, so he'd go back for more. The next day when I talked to her, she said told me that he did go home with her and he fucked the shit out of her. She also told me that he said that his marriage is dead. That his wife can't please him the way she did. So it wasn't hard to convince him to go back for more. 

I ended up paying for four more of their sessions, which cost me a pretty penny. But my diabolical plan was all coming into place. For the last session, I told her that she should tell him that her sisters were staying with her and she couldn't bring him over. That weekend, my mom was spending at her mother's house. She lives about 50 miles away. I asked if I could go, I really didn't want see grandma, but I had a plan set in motion. As soon as she would get to my house, she would text me. That would be my queue. She would call me and as soon as I answered, she'd hang up. But I would fake a conversation that would be with my friend Tony, who lives a couple of houses down from us. I acted as if he told me that he saw someone going in my house. I said to call the police and we'd coming home now. Mom was really nervous cause she didn't know if dad was home. I hauled ass home knowing damn well what was about to unfold. 

When we got home, I told mom I'd go in first to see if everything was OK. I crept inside and I could hear what was going on in the bedroom. I asked her to be extra nasty just for effect. I walked up to the bedroom door and slightly opened it. She had dad tied up to the bed and was riding the shit out of him. She turned and noticed me there. I winked at her, which would be her queue to get him to tell her how much he loved fucking her. 

"Tell me, baby. Tell me you loving fucking me."

"Oh god yes, I love you baby. I love to being inside you. I wanna fuck you forever baby."

At that moment, my mom walked up next to me. I turned to look at her as if I was stunned. I told her, "I can't fucking believe this." She looked in and the shit hit the fan. She slammed open the door and screamed at the top of her lungs, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!"

She leaped off of him and tried to reach for her clothes, but mom went after her, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the front door. Naked. I went over to dad and untied him, telling him, "You fucking piece of shit." Then, when he was free, mom started hitting him. I quickly grabbed the whore's clothes and rushed to the front door. I told her sorry for that, but it ended up costing me extra. Hell, I didn't care. Mission Accomplished. 

When I went back to the bedroom, he was still naked and he was dodging her punches and scratches. Then he fucked up. He told her, "Hey fuck you bitch, get the fuck off me." Then he slapped her. That was all I needed. I knocked the shit out of him. I grabbed him and dragged him out of the front door and told him if he ever came near my mom again, I'd kill him. And I meant it too. I love my mom and I'll be damned if ANYONE lays a hand to her. 

He left that night for good. And now it was just mom and me. The plan is getting close now, but I can't make any mistakes. I can't just rush it when she's still going through all these emotions. For the next couple of months I would be her emotional shoulder to cry on. I would have in depth talks with her about their marriage and their problems. During this time, I grew to love her even more. I felt like we had become soul mates. She could talk to me about almost anything, and I assured her I would always be there for her and I would never hurt her. 

When December rolled around, matters would take a real turn.

To Be Concluded... 



Obsessed with Mom Ch. 03



For the first couple of months after Dad left, Mom was a mess. She was always crying or depressed. I did my best to comfort her, without trying to make any moves. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation just yet. If I moved too quickly, it could blow up in my face. The next part of my plan was subtle. I slowly started to take over the "Husband" role. That is, fix things around the house, dealing with insurance issues, organize and take care of bills, ect. Mom let me help because she didn't wanna deal with all that. And I was more than happy to do it.

Initially, I was hoping Mom would turn to me for her shoulder to cry on, but she spent a lot of time with her sister. But then Aunt Maggie had to leave town to help her own son who was in a serious car accident in Houston. That's when Mom started coming to me to find comfort. She would ask me if any of this was her fault. I would tell her, "No one forced him to make that decision. He brought this onto himself." I guess for a while she was trying to convince herself that she drove him into someone else's arms. 

One day I grabbed her and said, "You did everything for him. You sacrificed so much of your own life to make him happy. You gave up your youth to marry him. You gave up going to college to start a family with him. You have NOTHING to apologize for. At this point I started to tear up, "And it KILLS me to see you like this. Because I know what a good woman you are. You don't deserve to be miserable."

December arrived, but around here that doesn't mean a cold winter. Here in Texas, it's always hot, and things got hotter than ever. After a few more heart to hearts, she started to feel better about herself. She started smiling more and wasn't crying anymore. I decided to do something to boost her self esteem (and something that would really turn me on also). As a Christmas gift, I took her to her favorite department store and told her to buy clothes that make her feel good about herself. Of course, I what I really meant was clothes that make her look sexy as hell. Naturally, I asked her to try them on for me so I could see what she looked like in them.

The first thing she tried on was a Kimono short sleeve top with hip huggers. She looked sooooo sexy in that. I told her I loved the jeans but the top was a little baggy on her. She should be proud of her body. The next top she tried on was a Gauze Top with spaghetti straps with the jeans. My jaw fell to the floor, but I had to keep it together. Her breasts filled the top beautifully and her ass was sooo tight in those jeans. I told her she looked really great (in my head I wanted to rip them right off her body right then and there). That lit up her face. She was so happy. As she turned back to the dressing room to try on something else, the hanger she was holding dropped. When she bent town to pick it up, I got a perfect view of her whale tail. I got an instant boner. In my head I told myself she did that on purpose to tease me. 

She took her time trying on the next thing. Good thing, cause I was trying to loose my hard on. Turns out the reason she was taking longer is cause she was trying on some bras and panties. But of course, I didn't get to see them. But when she did come out again, she was wearing a dress. It was a black Ruched Low cut dress. I damn near lost it. She was absolutely stunning. Her breasts was compressed together to give a beautiful view of her cleavage. I told she may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen; and I wasn't lying. She kinda rolled her eyes and laughed it off.

At that point I told her I was gonna be in the Men's Department looking for jeans. I made a bee line for the men's room, headed right into a stall and started jerking off. I closed my eyes and pictured her body in that tight dress. Within seconds I was spewing all over the place. Before I realized it, in the stall next to me was a gay guy waiting for a cock to suck. I kinda laughed and said, "Sorry man, all done."

Buying those clothes for her was a great investment cause that night she treated me to dinner where she proudly showed off her new duds. We went to a great restaurant and she dressed the part. I also dressed up to the occasion. I wanted to look great for her. During dinner we talked about the future for her. I told her she needed to move on and build a new life for herself and that I'd always be there to support her. For the first time since Dad left, I could see she was ready to move on. She had a light in her eyes that I had never really seen before. It really warmed my heart to see her so happy now. My feelings for my mother were far beyond lust. I had fallen in love with her. 

After dinner, we strolled down the Riverwalk. As we walked along, I took her hand in mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and talked about how beautiful the Riverwalk looked (those who've been there at Christmas time know what I mean). Along the way, we spotted a Jazz club (she loves Jazz), so we decided to go in. We had a great time. She was really into the music and after a few drinks we started dancing. 

As I held her closely in my arms, I could feel her warm breasts pressed against my chest. As we danced, the music along with the booze were intoxicating. I whispered to her how great she looked tonight. She kinda purred and said, "I feel better than I have in years." Then she looked at me and said, "And I have you to thank for that."

I smiled and my heart melted for her as I told her how much I loved her. We kinda locked eyes for a second then she rested her head against my shoulder. I moved my hands up to caress her back and press her closer. As our cheeks rubbed together, we both were caught up in the moment. I kissed her softly on her cheek. And she returned the favor. I kissed her again, but closer to her lips. She moved her head back and started to kiss my cheek but moved to my lips. Without even looking at each other we had the most passionate kiss ever. She slid her tongue in my mouth as I did the same. She pressed me closer to herself as I slid my hands up to her head. 

We kissed for what seemed like a lifetime. Then she pulled back and smiled at me and said, "That was great." I told her that she was great. She smiled and excused herself as she went to the ladies room. That time I waited for her was the longest five minutes of my life. I knew I was about to finally have the woman I've desired for so long. The anticipation was agonizing. When she came out, I was expecting for her to want to leave but instead she wanted to have another drink. I said sure, why not. She was even more giddy than before. We ended up closing the place. We got home pretty late and when we walked in the house we were still laughing and having a great time. She asked what time it was and I said 3:00am (the time of sexuality). She threw down her purse and gave me a hug and thanked me for a great night. I told her that I loved her and I'd do anything for her.

We stayed hugging for a few seconds and I moaned softly as she pressed her body to mine. She whispered to me, "This is nice." Then I kissed her softly on her neck. She brought her head back and kissed me softly but briefly on my lips. We looked into each others eyes and embraced in another passionate kiss. But this time it was more sensual. I stuck my tongue in her mouth and she massaged it with her lips. My hands found their way down to her ass as I slowly caressed her cheeks.

To say I had a boner is a massive understatement. My hands pushed her closer to my body and my engorged cock rubbed up against her. She grinded her body against mine and my cock twitched. Her hands were all over my body. They started on my chest, and then moved to my back and down to my ass. Our kissing was now more intense; to the point where she lost her breathe. When she pulled away, she started kissing and licking my neck. I was so turned on I thought I would cream my pants. But I should incredible restraint. Then she whispered in my ear the words I had waited for years to hear:

"I want you to make love to me."

I said, "There's nothing in the world I would want more than to make love to you."

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. On the way, I drank up her beauty and found myself dizzy with disbelief that this was actually happening. When we got to her bed, she kicked off her shoes and turned to kiss me again. She unbuttoned my shirt and threw it off me and started rubbing my chest. I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands for the first time. I felt a great sensation rush through my hands all the way through my body. I had wanted to touch these for so long. I undid her dress and pulled it over her body. My mother stood in front of my now wearing only her panties, which were the Brazilian cut ones. My hands were now all over her tits. I kept telling her how much I loved her. I never called her Mom during this, because I thought if she heard that it might snap her out of her passionate state, and stop what we were doing.

She reached for my belt and undid my pants. I kicked off my shoes and pushed my pants off. She reached into my boxer briefs and grabbed my cock. That touch alone almost sent me over the edge. She started stroking me and I pulled off my underwear. I could hear the slickness from all the precum on my cock that she used to stroke me. She reached down to take off her panties, but I stopped her and said, "Let me do it."

I went down to a knee and caressed her thighs with my hands as I put a finger on each side of her panties. My mouth was inches from her pussy and I could smell that familiar scent of her juices that I had smelled from her panties. I VERY slowly pulled them down as I caressed her legs the entire time. I was soaking it all in. 

Now we were both completely naked. I looked up at her and she was squeezing her tits. Without getting up I pushed her down on the bed and spread her legs with my hands. I was gonna savor every second of this. I started licking up her legs. When I got to her pussy, I thought I was gonna faint. She was so wet. I licked up her juices and it felt like my tongue was on fire. I licked all around her lips and sucked on them. Then I licked her clit and she started to moan heavily. I looked up and she was squeezing both her tits and then started sucking on one of them. That was soooo hot. 

I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy. She let out a squeal and started squirming. I licked up to her clit then suck it inside her again. I was licking her like a madman. Within minutes, she was squirting in my mouth while letting out a loud scream. I made my mother cum with my mouth and I licked up all of it. Now she was in a sexual frenzy. She pulled me up and kissed me hard, tasting her own juices. 

Then she said, "I wanna suck your cock baby. Let me taste that cock of yours."

Her mouth was on my cock just like that and I was in fucking heaven. Her mouth felt softer than anything I've ever felt before. 

"Oh shit, that feels sooo good. Please don't stop. I think I'm gonna cum."

Then she stopped and squeezed the base of my cock. 

"No", she said almost breathless, "not yet." Then she laid back on the bed and I climbed on top. She reached for my cock and put it inside her. Yes, this was the feeling I wanted for years. To have my cock inside my mother, the woman I love. I thrust my cock in her slowly and let out a whimper. Then I started to fuck her slowly. I loved the way she moaned. Kinda like a purring and moaning together. She reached down to my ass and pushed me deeper inside her pussy. 

Now I was fucking her in great rhythm. I reached down to suck on her tits. She looked so good as her tits were bounced while I fucked her. She kept moaning and saying, "Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me baby. You feel soooo good inside me." That's all I could take. With one final thrust, I shot the biggest load I've ever shot before. I felt like it lasted for hours. I screamed as I came deep inside my mother's pussy. As I shot the last of my cum inside her, I reached down to kiss her deeply. 

I stayed lying there for 10 minutes with my cock still inside her. We kissed for a while and I finally pulled out. I could actually feel the heat leave as I exited her pussy. The intensity of this was so much that we both passed out. 

I woke up the next morning and she wasn't in bed. In fact, she wasn't anywhere to be found. I walked into the kitchen and saw she had left a note for me on the table. The note read:

Robert,

I'm sorry I left this morning without telling you, but I had to clear my head. Last night was very special to me. It was exactly what I needed in my life right now. But you should know that it can never happen again between us. I didn't mean to lead you on like that. I love you with all my heart and soul, but it's just wrong. You're my son and I'm your mother. We can't have these feeling between us. So, let's just call last night a one time fling. If you wanna talk about this, I'll be home around 3:00pm. I'm so sorry.

Love Mom.

There's no way I could leave it at that. It's not a fling. I'm deeply in love with her. And now we've shared the most intimate night together, there's no going back. Three O'clock. That's a long time to wait.