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I never fully understood what happened to him. I was around six years old at the time. It was going to be my birthday the following week. I was happy, always happy, until we heard the news. Dad had died. How? I didn’t know. I still don’t know. Mom is kind of secretive about his death, and no one told me. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I ever even mentioned the word ‘dad’. I kind of got used to it, grief being washed away by time. At least that’s what I tell myself.
After dad’s death, others started to leave me as well. My aunt and uncle died in a car accident, their children committing suicide shortly afterwards. It just left mom and me as my grandparents passed away a long time ago. Here I am, a 19-year-old man, with just his dear old mom.
My therapist asked me how I cope, and told me that it’s dangerous if I don’t try and deal with grief upfront, for me mentally and emotionally. Not like I would tell him how I cope, even if I could think of a response. I have sex a lot, if that’s considered coping. I just think of myself as a vulgar romantic. I like that term more than ‘sex maniac’.
When I get home from my university, a mere 20 miles way from my home, I see a variety of different men walking out the front door, belt unbuckled. I don’t think much of it anymore – my mom is still looking for the ‘one’. She’s pretty, my mom. No wonder so many men come to our house.
At a young 39 years old, she still has the body of most college girls I see around campus. She has bright green eyes, and blonde hair that goes down to her waist. She’s small, though – probably around 110 pounds, and about 5’4. She doesn’t talk to me much anymore. I’m not home that often anyways – off partying and hooking up with random people I’ve met through clubs and friends. It’s hard for me to admit, but I think I do grieve for my dad sometimes. Maybe that’s why I have a lot of sex. I need some form of love to fill the void. That seems like a twisted thing to say, but it’s the best theory I have.
I never loved my dad anyways, so I’m not sure if I really do miss him. My emotions are a little messed up – I can’t tell which emotion to attribute to my feelings at a particular time. I do know what lust feels like, though. I feel it around my mom every day when I come home.
I’ve slept with a lot of women. A lot of women. I don’t know what I’m expecting to feel afterwards – satisfaction? Love? A sense of belonging? No, I don’t feel any of those things. I just feel more emptiness, more hopelessness, and strangely, a peculiar sadness. I don’t know why I feel these things, though. The only times I feel whole or appreciated or loved is when my mom actually talks to me. Those moments are far and few in between, though. Recently I think she’s started to succumb to a deep depression. I haven’t seen her happy at all, in several years. But somehow, she still can make me feel better. I’m just not sure what bahis firmaları to do to make her feel better.
I tried giving her massages – but every time my hands touched her body, I became hard instantly. I started to think I was going nuts, lusting after my own mother, but after seeing that many men come out of her bedroom door, I don’t think I am anymore. Clearly other people find her attractive as well. It’s not just me.
I’ve tried drawing baths for her, making things nice and soothing and relaxing in her washroom. The first time I did that, she was already a little drunk, and she started to disrobe right in the washroom with me. When she bent over the bath to tie her hair back, I found myself staring at her rear. Soft and tight, I thought about it all night as I was stroking myself. I just can’t do anything for my mother without wanting to fuck her. All I could possibly think to do is just talk with her. Talking couldn’t be erotic at all for me, could it?
One night, all of a sudden, I didn’t see any men in the house. No one came to visit my mom. I found it peculiar, but it made me happy to know no one else would be inside my house. One night, as I found out, something else would make me even happier.
“Sophie, why does nobody come to our house anymore?” I asked late at night, the day before Halloween, when the two of us were eating dinner alone together. I’ve called my mom by her first name, Sophie, for the longest time.
“All I need in my life is my son right now,” she responded, smiling and biting her lip. Instantly I became hard. That smile was enough to turn me on instantly. Is she signalling she wants me? I thought to myself. God, I want her.
“Sophie, I’m thinking of going to a party tomorrow night. Is that alright?” I inquired.
“Aw, I thought we could spend all night together tomorrow,” she replied, pouting. That’s weird. She never usually protested against me going out to parties.
“All night? Doing what?” I asked. I really hoped I would get the answer I wanted, as far fetched as it seemed. Lord Jesus, if you love me, you’ll make her say what I want to hear.
“Whatever you want to do with me,” she said, smiling. She bent her head back down to finish her dinner, and didn’t say anything more on the matter. Whatever I want? What’s that supposed to mean?
“Alright, I’ll stay home with you tomorrow,” I said. I could feel myself blushing madly. She just nodded and smiled. Then, suddenly, she stood up, spilling her glass of milk.
“Holy fuck,” I said. “You scared the hell out of me! What’s gotten into you?”
She laughed. “Sorry, Mason,” she replied sheepishly. “I just remembered something I had to do. I’ll clean this mess up, you continue eating.” She walked over to the kitchen counter and bent over to open one of the floor cabinets to get the washcloth. I couldn’t help but admire her perky ass as she bent over. I felt myself kaçak iddaa getting even harder. She bent over even farther, trying to reach inside the cabinet. I rose, feeling like if I didn’t jack off, I would explode.
“Mom, I’m going to go to my room to check my grades online, I’ll be back in a second,” I lied.
“Oh, Mason, wait, can you help me with something?” she asked. “The cloth got stuck at the back of the cabinet, and I’m trying to pull it out. Can you stand behind me and –”
“Yes,” I blurted immediately. Shit, why did I say that? I thought to myself. But the thought of standing behind my sexy bent over mother…
“Okay, get behind me and grab my hips,” she commanded. I was giddy with joy. I walked over behind her, grabbed her hips, and pulled in close to her. I could feel the softness of her ass against the outline of my penis in my jeans.
“Yes, that’s it,” Sophie said. “I’m going to pull now, so get in tight behind me and hold on ”
“Okay, I’m trying,” I replied. I held on to her hips tighter and pressed in closer to her ass. Involuntarily, I ground my hips a little into her butt. Maybe I could get myself off on her without her knowing, I thought to myself. God, it feels so good.
“Three, two, one!” she exclaimed. I could feel her tugging and pushing back against me. I started to thrust a little bit every time she pushed back. Soon she had a little rhythm going, trying to yank the washcloth out. I thrusted into her a little harder each time. Then she gave a grunt and yanked the cloth free, scattering the contents of the floor cabinet everywhere. I fell onto the kitchen floor, her landing on top of me. I instinctively grabbed onto her to protect her from hitting the ground. I sat there for a moment, trying to comprehend the fact that my beautiful mother was sitting on my lap, her legs spread.
“Wow,” she giggled, “that took a little bit of effort.” She struggled on my lap, trying to get up. The motion made me harder than a rock. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass – I needed to fuck her.
“Sophie, don’t get up. This feels nice,” I blurted, holding her down. My hands roamed up and down her chest.
“Oh, my,” she gasped. “I wouldn’t have tried to if I knew you wanted me. Do you like the feel of your mommy on top of you?”
“Sophie. I want you. Now.”
“Is me being on top of you with my legs spread making you feel good?” she whispered. She ground on top of me, moving her hips up and down and around the tip of my cock. “Does this make you horny?” she asked.
“Yes,” I croaked, not believing my luck. “Yes, it does, it feels really good.”
“Then this will feel better,” she said, getting up. She took off her blouse, throwing it on the ground. She stood over me as she took off her jeans and her panties in one swift movement. She unbuckled my jeans and threw the belt away. I stared up at her.
“Your bra,” I said. “Take kaçak bahis it off.” She smiled and complied, unclasping the back and throwing it off to the side.
“Mason,” she whispered as she slowly lowered herself onto my erect cock, “take me. Now.”
I placed the tip of my cock in her pussy and slowly thrust into her. She moaned, closing her eyes and pushing her breasts against me. She sat on my cock, her thighs spread around my waist. She was riding my cock in the middle of the kitchen.
“Sophie,” I moaned. This was the first time sex had felt so good.
“No,” she said, bouncing up and down on me, “call me mommy when we have sex. I want you to call me mommy.”
“Mommy,” I whispered, thrusting into her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m sorry mommy hasn’t been paying much attention to you. Mommy has been very bad, and I need you to punish me. I need to learn my lesson.”
“Yes, you do,” I said suddenly. “Get up, I need to tell you how to behave.” She smiled and rose, leaving my erect penis dangling below her.
“Bend over the kitchen sink,” I ordered. She bent over, exposing her beautiful ass to me. She spread her thighs slightly.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, looking back at me and batting her eyelashes. “What do you want with my body?”
I came up behind her and put my penis inside of her.
“Mommy, I’m going to fuck you now,” I said. I thrusted inside her, grunting. She started to push back against me, moaning. I grabbed her breasts, kneading them.
“Yes, Mason, fuck me harder,” she started to scream. “I’ve been so bad, please fuck me, fuck me harder, make me scream your name.” I started to breath harder, groaning loudly, my balls slapping against the bottom of her ass.
“I’ve been such a naughty girl, I need you to punish me every day, I need you to fuck me, is seeing a bad slut like me bending over for you making you horny?”
“Yes,” I said. “Very horny.”
“Yes, this dirty whore needs your cock Mason, I need it inside me to teach me how to behave every day!” I felt myself close to cumming.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
“Don’t worry, I know what to do,” she said. She dropped to her knees in front of her and took my hard cock inside of her mouth, licking it up and down. I looked at her pretty face as she started to bob up and down the length of my cock, and I could feel her tongue sliding against the side of my erection. She took my cock out of her mouth.
“Mason, I love the taste of your cock. I want it in my mouth all day.” She resumed licking and sucking my cock until I exploded inside her. She moaned and purred in delight as my cum came rocketing down her throat. I could feel her greedily swallowing each drop I gave her. I moaned loudly and shook as I finished. But I still wanted her.
“Mommy,” I said, “that felt amazing. But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson completely.”
She bent over the kitchen counter, naked.
“My body is yours, use me as much as you want. I’m your naughty slutty cum bucket. Come over and fuck me, Mason.” I smiled.
“I think I will,” I replied.
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