Obsessed with my mom
The first time was fully accidental as I was out of toothpaste and made my way to my folks bathroom to grab a fresh tube. I hadn't heard the water running earlier, and my mom always left the door open when she showered anyway, but not once ever had I even pondered her naked. And the last thing I would have thought was that she would be naked this night. I just turned past the king size bed took a step and looked up and bam! I immediately jumped back, genuinely feeling bad for having accidentally walked in on her, the same as you might a sibling etc. Nothing sexual, just genuine empathy. . . Until that mental photograph began to develop and become a clear image . . . And then . . . I never thought about whether she had nice breasts or anything ever, so to now know how filled out and voluptuous they were intrigued me, plus the fact that I had just seen real live, grown woman breasts for the first time ever. . . I fought it off because it was my mom, but finally I realized there's no way I can't NOT go back and take one more peek. I told myself to just pretend it's some random stranger lady and not mom. . . So with blood gushing through my brain, my heart zooming and pounding, anxious, nervous, scared and excited I turned around and decided to do as I had already, pretend to accidentally walk in on her and I did but she was facing away, giving me a full view of her mom ass and hips. I stared as long as I dared. Then backed away. . . Now in my mind I still had the card of an accidental walk in to play and I did. She was now facing me, but her head was to the side looking in the mirror as she was fixing her hair. . . Those breasts were gorgeous, but a little ways south was the grand prize of it all. . . I looked. . . HUGE triangle of brunette pubes but still a real live grown womans and I backed away just in time to turn to run out, but I was so hard I pulled my dick out of my boxers and couldn't help it. . . I started blasting all over the place, while still running through the house, legs all rubbery at the knees and bowed out, hunched over and lurching with each separate semen blast, and then finally in my bedroom and unload on the side of my dresser. . . Growing up southern baptist, you can imagine the shame and guilt I was overcome with afterwards. . . I didn't get caught, and cleaned up enough of my mess too apparently. . . But once in bed, with the lights out, I saw her in my mind again. And eventually could fight it no longer, caving in and cumming time and again the whole night. . . And this was the beginning of my twisted sex life. . .