A son's surprise
About this time last year I had just finished my last final exam for the college semester and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. And as it just so happened, a small snow storm had rolled in later that morning, meaning that I would be stuck at home for the rest of the day. My dad was out of town on an important business trip, so it looked like me and my mom would have plenty of time together once again since both of our winter vacations had already begun.
I arrived home later that morning to the sight of my mother on her laptop. She sat on the floor using her laptop which rested on a table, right by the fireplace. She looked dignified and elegant the way her long brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail with her glasses on. She was barefoot, still wearing her silk pajamas, and had a hot cup of coffee right next to her.
"Well you're home early," she said, turning her attention towards me.
"Yeah. I only had one final this morning."
"I'm just finishing up some work," she said, almost stammering at her words over such a simple question, as if she were hiding something.
She closed the top of her computer and stood up and walked towards me. A warm-hearted smile appeared on mom's face. We embraced in a long, tight hug. I could feel her braless breasts smashed against me.
Later that night. I turned off all the lights in the house and was headed to bed when I noticed my mother's computer was left unattended in her bedroom. Her door was slightly open, and I could hear her in the closed bathroom running the water faucet. My curiosity got the better of me as I saw her word processor open and decided to check it out for a moment.
My eyes roamed the screen as fast as I could to get an idea of what she was writing about, seeing words such as 'father,' 'daughter,' 'love,' 'kissing,' and 'sex.' The realization of what I was reading hit me like a ton of bricks; my mother was writing an INCEST story!
I felt shocked and confused. I couldn't believe that my conservative and respectable mother would ever write such a thing, or even think about anything like that in the first place.
"What do you think you're doing?" I heard a voice say behind me.
When I quickly turned around, there was my mother, with a look of utter horror on her face as she saw that I had discovered her secret hobby.
"Mom... I was just..."
"I owe you an explanation for this," she said while trying her best to hold a brave face.
"You don't owe me anything," I replied. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked through your personal stuff."
"It's okay," she sighed. "We might as well talk about it now and get this over with. Let's go downstairs and I'll make us some hot chocolate."
She slipped on a robe over her pajamas and signaled for me to follow her.
"I haven't had hot chocolate with marshmallows in a very long time," I happily pointed out.
She smiled, "I know. That's why I picked it up from the store the other day. But let's get to the point; I'm sure you must be surprised by what you saw on my computer."
"Well, it's not exactly common to find your mother writing a story about a father and daughter having sex with each other."
"I have an incest fantasy," she said bluntly, with a straight face. "There, I said it. You can stop wondering what that was all about now."
"An incest fantasy?"
She took a deep breath. "Yes. We all have fantasies, don't we? You're old enough to understand that. I'll admit that mine is just... different... different than most peoples."
So do you think I could read some of your stories?"
"Absolutely not," she firmly stated. "It's private and it wasn't meant for you. Look, us talking about this is one thing, but actually letting you read what I wrote is something else. So let's just enjoy our drinks and call it night."
When I got to my room soon after, I knew there was no way I could go to sleep after finding out such a revelation about my mother. I still needed to process all that information before bed, and so I decided to surf the net for a while.
Suddenly, I received an email from my mother, which read:
I didn't mean to be so harsh on you when you asked to read my stories. You are a grown man after all. So here they are, enjoy....
Below her message was an internet link, and when I clicked it, I was taken to a website with a listing of incest stories written by my mother. Just glancing at the story descriptions and titles, I saw that she had written everything ranging from father/daughter, to my (secret) favorite genre of mother/son.
But before I got started reading her erotic stories, I explored the website further and found that they had a forum. And it wasn't long before I found her profile with her own thread in the Amateur Pic section.
I opened her thread and was greeted with picture after picture of mom's nude body, with her face blurred out of each image. She struck various poses around her bedroom and around the house. She looked slender and delicate, with a soft tone to her. Her upper body looked thin, with her ribs and collarbone visibly protruding, but her hips and thighs had its womanly curves to them. Her breasts were average sized and they sagged a bit, with light pink nipples on full display. And her pubic hairs were neatly trimmed.
I couldn't get over how gorgeous she looked nude. I couldn't believe that after all these years of living with her, and occasionally fantasizing about her, that I really had no idea just how beautiful she was underneath all her fancy clothes. And by glancing through some of the endless comments left on her thread, many people agreed as well. I had to jackoff so that I could get to sleep.
When I headed downstairs for breakfast the next morning, I saw my mother casually sitting in the dining room table reading a magazine, looking prim and proper as always. She was wearing a long silk blouse with a matching robe on. She had prepared a meal for me and it looked as though she had finished eating already.
My mom reached out on the table and held my hand. "I hope I'm not being too frank here. I'm sure it must be a lot for you to handle, hearing this about your parents. We better leave it at that and change the subject."
"No," I replied, squeezing her hand. "I really like hearing about this. And since we're being honest, last night wasn't the first time that I've thought about you. I hope you're not mad, but I felt like I had to get that out there with all of the private stuff you've already shared with me."
"Well...I guess that's perfectly normal for a lot of boys to feel that way about their mother," she replied, trying to process and justify what I just revealed to her. "I know when I was young, I used to imagine lewd thoughts about my father...or even my mother...taking me, and having their way with me sexually. Even now, I sometimes wish....I quickly interrupted with how about your son? Have you ever imagined me taking you?"
"....I have..." she meekly whimpered. "When you became a young man, I started having thoughts about you. Explicit thoughts."
I slipped my hand inside her panties to feel her naked crotch. She was slightly hairy, and when I stuck a finger inside, I felt that she was dripping wet.
"Undress me," she said. "I've always wanted to be admired by my son. And I suggest you do before I change my mind about this."
I obliged, releasing my hands from her body parts and using them to casually pull her robe off her shoulders so that it could fall to the floor. Her face still showed no real reaction as she stood in front of the mirror to watch herself with me behind her. My fingers then moved to the thin straps of her blouse, which hung on her shoulders, and I pulled those off as well. Once her blouse fell to the floor, she stood topless. Her panties didn't remain there long either as she pulled them down herself to reveal her nakedness to me.
"What would you like me to do now?" I asked lovingly.
"Do whatever you want," she replied. "Have your way with me. Kiss me wherever you want. Ravish me."
I stood up and quickly stripped off all of my clothes as fast as I could, with my mother looking at my nude body. I then guided my cock towards her vagina, and I was able to slide right in because of how soaking wet she had become. She felt tight and warm. And the moment I went all the way inside her vaginal canal, I saw her face instantly grimace in the mirror from my penetration.
"Oh...." she moaned. "That's it...just like that...make love to me..." My lips moved to her ear and I told her, "Mom, I've waited so long for this."
Her words of encouragement drove me wild and I really started going at it. With every thrust I gave, she made different faces which I saw in the mirror. I was incredibly aroused by the sight of her sagging breasts waving back and forth from me fucking her in her bent over position. Hearing her panting and moaning also fueled my arousal, along with the slapping noises our bodies were making together as I ravished her sexually. Soon, all of that took its toll on me.
"Mom...I'm going to cum....I'm going to cum," I warned her.
She reached back and placed a single hand on my thigh. "Don't stop. I want you to finish inside me."
I squeezed her hips as tight as I could and thrusted the way my hormones had been aching for. Stream after stream of cum shot itself inside my mother's vaginal canal, inseminating itself in my mother's womb. It felt like I was about to collapse from the incredible pleasure I was feeling, but I didn't stop until every last drop of my sperm was inside her and I became soft.