Sexual awakening

When I was in middle school I was often prone to upset stomachs and other minor illnesses, and it would sometimes get so bad all I could think about was having someone there to see me through it. Most often that was my mom, as my parents had split up when I was getting out of elementary. Now I didn't learn this until much later but my mom, as it turns out had been doing meth consistently for most of my life. This made her volatile and unpredictable at times, including the time that I was sick in the middle of the night, knocked on her and her boyfriend's door, and she invited me in to lay with her. I got under the covers on the nearest side of the bed where my mom had turned on her side so that she could embrace me chest to chest. Slowly, I began to realize that there was a consistent intermittent shake of the bed. Nothing too intense, just a small jolt. Just as slowly, I began to realize that my mother was breathing a little bit harder and had begun to squeeze me tighter against her chest. now at this time I was beginning to experience something to all Young men do but had never really been taught or coached on how to deal with these feelings just yet. So as my mother began to breathe harder and clutch me tighter to her chest where my face began to dip into her cleavage, it slowly dawned on me that her boyfriend was penetrating her and trying to be as indiscreet about it as possible since I was in the bed. At the time I was mostly confused and focused on my upset stomach, but as the years progressed I realized that I had developed a rather severe sexual attraction to my mother and the concept of mothers becoming involved with their sons. This desire was only further reinforced as several other incidents occurred over time. One of the more memorable was a time when her my sister and myself all lived in an apartment together. One night, my mom suddenly came into my room in the middle of the night on an evening where my sister had not been home and climbed into my bed while explaining to me that she was " afraid of the storm" despite the fact that while it was indeed storming, the thunder was hardly anything to be worried about. I chalk it up to being very high. I also contribute her following behavior to the drugs, as now in my adult years having tried many drugs, I have a good grasp on the general effects. after climbing into my bed she backed into me in a spooning position and it was almost no time at all before I was rock hard and trying not to touch her with my stiff cock. The hours began to drag on, she would make little adjustments to try and Tuck herself in more solidly against me, despite the fact it seems she was already asleep. I'll never be able to say for certain whether or not she was. What I can say for certain however, is that I was unable to resist exploring her though I kept my attempts very light for fear of waking her. that said, that night effectively served as my first opportunity to learn the shape of a woman. while by no means a supermodel, my mother had a slight hourglass shape to her figure and just enough squish to be pleasant without appearing fatty. I learned how soft breasts were that night, the magnetism of the dip of a waist, and how it felt to let my cock form to the shape of her ass. I wasn't brave enough to do anything more though A part of me now is fairly convinced that she wanted me to. Needless to say, mother-son role play is now one of my absolute favorite activities.
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By Veithin Jun 28

Family CONFESSION

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