I’m here today to share a true account with all of you. My name is Ethan, a 26-year-old living in the city. My mother, Clara, is 42.
My father is a long-haul truck driver and is rarely home, always on the road. It’s usually just my mom and me at the house, as my older sister, Chloe, who is also 26, is now married and has moved in with her husband.
This story began just a week ago, on my birthday. I was disappointed that my dad and sister couldn’t be there, so I told my mom not to make a big deal of it. But she insisted, suggesting a day out for just the two of us—a visit to a local church, a film, and a nice dinner. She normally wears simple, classic clothes, but I asked her to wear something special for the occasion. When she came out of her room, I was mesmerized. She was wearing a flowing garment that showed off her figure in a way I’d never seen before, with a sleeveless top that hinted at her full bust. My gaze was drawn to her waist, which was exposed below her belly button. It was a deep, sensual sight, and I could see a fine sheen of sweat. I quickly looked away and asked if she was ready to go. On the motorcycle ride, with her on the back, I felt a new and powerful attraction to her.
We arrived at the church first. She prayed for me, and we sat in a quiet corner. Her garment had shifted, giving me a clear view of her large breasts. I felt a rush of desire, and a powerful urge took over me. A thought came to me: I had to touch her. I asked her if I could rest my head in her lap, and she smiled and said yes. With my head on her abdomen, I subtly moved the fabric covering her belly. It was an ecstatic moment. I brought my face close and delicately kissed her waist, tasting a mix of salt and sweetness. I was careful not to let her notice what I was doing.
Our next destination was the cinema. As the lights went down, we sat close together. While she was captivated by the screen, my attention was solely on her. I decided that no matter what, I had to take our intimacy to the next level that night. I devised a plan to show her my state of arousal. I shifted in my seat, letting out a soft groan. When she asked what was wrong, I told her I had hit my groin on the seat in front of me. I feigned great pain, even acting as if I might cry. She told me to rub the area to help with the pain, but I pretended I couldn’t. She offered to help and began to rub my lower abdomen. I guided her hand lower, to my now-hardened genitals. When she hesitated, I insisted it was fine, reminding her I was her son. Convinced I was in genuine agony, she began to rub me. A few minutes later, I lost all control and my release soiled her hand. “What have you done?” she said, her voice a mix of shock and distress. I apologized, saying it was an accident, and she washed her hands with the water she had brought.
After the movie, we had a meal before heading home. I noticed a flower vendor and asked her to buy me a bouquet. She refused at first, but I reminded her it was my birthday, so she relented. She took the flowers and wove them into her hair, and she looked so provocative that my desire for her that night grew even stronger.
When we got home, she asked if I’d enjoyed my birthday. I said no, telling her she hadn’t given me what I truly wanted. When she asked what that was, I told her I wanted to drink from her breasts. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing there,” she said. I told her I didn’t care; as her son, I had a right to them. She hesitantly agreed, but with the condition that I would only suckle and nothing more. She also agreed to wear her outfit to bed.
I lay my head on her belly and kissed her waist again. I asked her to take her top off, and she did. The sight of her large breasts made my manhood swell, and I could feel fluid leaking. I was completely out of control. I asked her to lie beside me, saying it would be more comfortable, and she agreed. I started to suckle on her breasts, but they were so big that I couldn’t fit a whole one in my mouth. I focused on trying to get half of it in while my other hand was on her other breast. She seemed to enjoy it, and she murmured, “Please, son, drink to your heart’s content. I’m so happy to give this to my grown-up boy.” I told her I wasn’t drinking milk, just enjoying her. She said what I was doing was wrong and that I should only do it as a son. I apologized and continued.
After a bit, I lifted her clothing up to her thighs. Her thighs were even more beautiful than I had imagined. She realized what I was doing and tried to pull her dress down, but I wouldn’t let her. I took off my pants and underwear and pushed my body against hers. She was shocked to see me in the nude. Before she could react, I pulled her garment up to her waist. I saw her pubic hair, a thick forest in the center of which was the object of my desire. She tried to push me off, but she was powerless against me. She gave up, surrendering her body to me.
“Ethan, please don’t do this. It’s a grave sin, and I will die if you force yourself on me,” she pleaded. “Then I will end my own life if you don’t let me,” I said. “What are you saying? I’ll find you a wonderful girl to marry,” she said. “No, Mother. I will only marry you. I know you’re the only one who can truly satisfy me.” “Please, son, you are my boy. This is a terrible sin,” she begged. “Mother, I know Dad doesn’t please you,” I said. “Please, give me a chance to satisfy you and enjoy your body.” “No, son, please get off me.” “No, I’ve made up my mind, and I will be with you.”
I kissed her and squeezed her breasts. I entered her, and she was warm and tight. I was relentless, and she started to cry. After a while, her crying stopped, and she began to moan, “Oh… please don’t kill me with your penis.” After about ten minutes, I climaxed, filling her. She said, “Son, I’ve given you your birthday wish. Please don’t tell anyone.” But I said, “I want to do this every day.” She said, “No, son. You can have me anally, but not vaginally, and only when your father is away. The rest of the time, you must be a good son.”
Since that night, I have only had my mother anally and have released myself inside her. She told me you can’t get pregnant that way, and she doesn’t want to have a child with her son. I’ve had her anally three times and vaginally just once. Sometimes, she even lets me have her orally.
