My Mother Ch. 01

Note: All Characters are above age of 18.

CHAPTER ONE

Me and my mom have always been close.

She's a stay at home mom and never worked in her life. All that her life has been after she had me was taking care of me. Naturally she became extremely attached to me. Maybe a lot more than most mothers do. I was on her mind twenty four seven.

Most moms stop being so close to their boys after they become mature or hit puberty. They stop kissing them on the lips. They stop hugging them for too long. They wear full clothes in front of their grown up boys. But my mom never stopped kissing me on the lips even after I hit puberty. Maybe that's how it all started. How I got attracted to my own mom. It's not like my mom had any sexual intentions. She was just being who she was. Extremely attached to me. Not just thinking of me as her son but also her friend. Dad was mostly out all day working and all my mom did was take care of me. From the early morning breakfast rituals to the bedtime stories, her presence was steadfast and reassuring. Her unwavering devotion and undivided attention sculpted a bond that transcended the ordinary.

Even as I grew older, my mom's affectionate gestures, like her kisses, remained constant. Kissing me on the lips was nothing new. Even though I'm 20 now she still kisses me on the lips. They are a testament to the depth of her maternal devotion, a reminder that no matter how much I grew, her love would always remain unwavering. Those kisses became cherished memories, etched into the fabric of our relationship, reminding me of the extraordinary connection we shared.

But even though my mom was only loving me, I, as a young boy couldn't understand this love after a particular point of time. I started getting attracted towards her. Wanting those kisses to be longer. Wanting those hugs to be longer. Wanting to see her...touch her...in ways no son touches her mother. What else could I do? I saw in those Romantic movies, a man and a woman embracing each other, kissing each other, their tongues meeting each other, a beautiful romantic scene. And I thought to myself, "My mom kisses me on my lips as well". Although my tongue never touched hers, after seeing that, I wanted to kiss my mom just like that.

So I did. One day, while we were both lying on the couch, my mom's affection continued to manifest through her gentle kisses, as her lips met mine. Before she knew it, I started opening my mouth and slipped my tongue inside my mother's mouth, opening hers for the first time, kissing her just like those scenes showed me, my tongue meeting hers, not stopping me and joined me in a long wet kiss. After I stopped, which I had to but never wanted to, she asked me while smiling "Is that the way to kiss your Mother?" After that, I think she realised I wasn't a young boy anymore. That's why she stopped kissing me for a few months, for too long on the lips, she used to hurriedly give a peck on the lips and move back, telling me she loves me. I wanted to kiss her in a romantic way but didn't get the chance.

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But our journey didn't end yet. Between those years, whenever my Dad used to work all night long, or when he used to go on his business trips, me and my mother used to sleep in one bed. She used to sleep resting on her left side and I used to joint her from behind, hugging her and spooning her. This was mostly a weekly routine as my Dad had to work at least one day all night. Apart from that he used to go on his business trips for weeks and sometimes for months. That's how I used to sleep with my mom. Sometimes she used to sleep facing me, I was younger and smaller than the present day, so my head reached her breasts and I used to sleep peacefully, smelling her breasts, her tits, pecking her breasts whenever I got the chance whilst making sure not to wake her up. But she knew, of course she knew what I was doing. When my sexual desires increased with age, I started embracing each moment as I spooned her. She felt my erection many times that's why she used to change positions or move away. One day, though, I tried touching her breasts and she woke up, she didn't say anything but removed my hand. I felt sad, distant from my own mother, thinking I upset her. I couldn't understand my sexual desire. Why was I attracted towards my mom? Was it because I didn't have anyone else? Or maybe because my mom kept on kissing me on the lips even as I grew older? That she kept on wearing skirts and revealing me her beautiful legs even when I was 13 or 15? I'm sorry. I never asked for sexual desires. But I wanted you mom. I'm sorry.

But time made us love each other more and more and brought us even closer. My mom never stopped loving me even when all of this was happening. She still cared for me like she did before. Three years ago my Dad started working in another company, abroad, moving there. My mom travelled back and forth for the first few months but later she thought of saving money and just communicated with Dad online or through the phone. She also couldn't move there because she wanted to be with me. And I couldn't leave due to college. So me and mom got closer over the three years. My mom's affection manifested again through her gentle kisses, on the lips. I think Mom must've understood that I'm not as sexually interested in her as I was before because back then I was just a curious boy who didn't know about sex. And I also have had access to pornography for a long time. I'm sure she must have heard me in my room a few times. Also I've had at least one girlfriend in school though nothing happened with her. But she thinks something happened so who knows what she really thinks. What I mean to say is that she doesn't feel hesitant anymore while kissing me, hugging me, or wearing skirts while I'm with her. She thinks I'm probably into other girls at this age and must have girlfriends. But how can I explain her, that I still want to be with her?

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My mom was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on. Her grace, her elegance, seemed to radiate from within, captivating everyone in her presence. From her soft, flowing hair to her mesmerizing eyes, every detail seemed carefully crafted to perfection. For me, she possessed a beauty that transcended mere physical appearance; it was a beauty that resonated deep within me, filling me with awe and admiration. She was not just beautiful; she was radiant, a beacon of light in my life, and I couldn't help but feel blessed to call her my mother. I couldn't help but feel blessed whenever she kissed me. But I couldn't help but hate whenever she pulled back. I couldn't help but hate whenever I wanted to see her breasts and suck her tits like I did as a child. But I wasn't a child anymore.

She stood at approximately 5'5" with a slim, toned physique, sculpted over years of working out, a routine she maintained even a decade or more later. Her figure boasted beautiful round breasts, a curvaceous and well-rounded posterior, along with wide hips and fair, porcelain skin. Observing her, one would struggle to believe she was beyond 30, let alone a mother. In simple terms, she exuded a striking beauty and allure.

Whenever we went out I could see most guys checking her out, wanting to fuck her. I got mad at the for looking at my mom. I couldn't ever get mad at Dad because obviously she married him before I even was in this world. But other men, how could they even look at my mom? I used to stare at them, showing them that I know they're checking her out.

Now that Dad was working abroad it was up to me to take care of her while shes here. I have to be the man for her.

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Being with my Mom, our evenings often revolved around watching romantic movies, cuddled up together under a single blanket, where time seemed to stand still, and the world outside faded away. As the plot unfolded on screen, we shared stolen glances and knowing smiles, lost in the magic of the moment. But it was during those tender scenes when tears welled in her eyes that our connection deepened even further. Feeling her embrace tighten around me, I knew it wasn't just about the movie--it was about us. In those moments, her vulnerability became a testament to our bond, and her need for comfort drew us closer together. Wrapped in the warmth of our embrace, I found solace in knowing that in this vast world, we had each other.

During those winter nights, as the chill settled in, my mom and I found comfort in sharing a single blanket whenever we nestled on the couch. The soft fabric cocooned us, creating a haven of warmth amid the cold. As we snuggled closer, the warmth of our bodies intertwined, creating a sense of intimacy that transcended the physical. Wrapped in the cozy embrace of the blanket, we forged a bond that was as comforting as it was profound. In the gentle glow of the room, with the winter winds howling outside, our shared blanket became a symbol of our unity, protecting us from the frosty air and keeping our hearts aglow with love.

One endearing habit my mom had was her morning ritual of slipping into my bed, snuggling up beside me, and sharing my blanket as she tried to coax me awake. It was a gentle, intimate moment that marked the beginning of each day. As I stirred from slumber, her presence beside me brought a sense of warmth and familiarity, gently nudging me into the new day. Her soft breath and the comforting weight of her body next to mine created a tranquil sanctuary, making waking up a little easier, even on the coldest mornings. In those quiet moments, as the world outside slowly came to life, her simple gesture spoke volumes of her love and devotion, enveloping me in a cocoon of affection that set the tone for the day ahead.

But last month when she slipped right into my blanket while I was sleeping, she lay next to me facing me. When I was half asleep and half awake, I noticed my Mom's breasts pressed against my face. After a long time I had my face pressed against her beautiful breasts. I did what I wanted to do, I kissed them. She was asleep, found it cozy being next to

me in the same blanket. I licked her upper breasts with my tongue, making that area of her breasts wet with my saliva. I tried to look at her tits but couldn't see them since she was wearing a bra. I looked up and saw her drooling. Her saliva coming out of her lips. I leaned in and licked them. I looked at my beautiful mother and saw her sleeping looking like sleeping beauty. It was enough. I just had to kiss her like I wanted. "It's been so long" I said to myself. "I haven't kissed her like they do in movies for a long time. I haven't kissed her like I'd kiss my girlfriend." Saying this to myself I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. My mouth opening hers. My tongue meeting her tongue. I massaged her tongue with mine. After a long wet kiss, she woke up, looking into my eyes directly.

"You're awake now" she said.

"You were sleeping. So I thought I had to be the one to wake you up today" I smiled as I said that. Then leaned in and kissed her lips once again.

She broke off after a second and went downstairs saying she'll make some breakfast.

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We didn't talk about that kiss. There was nothing much to say. She knew my intentions. And I wanted her to be mine. She knew my love. And I wanted her love. More than what she'd given me. These situations don't change our relationship. Because she's always been so attached to me. She can't help but love me.

Later that night, as we found ourselves nestled under the same blanket on the familiar couch, engrossed in yet another romantic movie, I couldn't resist the urge to pull her closer to me. With the soft glow of the screen illuminating our faces, I gently drew her into my embrace, savoring the warmth of her presence beside me. As our bodies pressed against each other, a wave of contentment washed over me, knowing that in that moment, we were exactly where we were meant to be. She was wearing a buttoned night suit. Her rounded breasts were about to pop those buttons in an instant. I embraced her as I put my arm around her with my hand touching her waist. I kept on moving my hand across that area until I touched her skin. She didn't react and was much lost in the movie so I moved my hand up.

"Feeling cold?" She asked me.

"Yeah mom" I replied as I pressed my hand across her cold skin.

"Your hands are quite warm"

"Yeah you like them?"

"Yes sweetie"

This gave me confidence to move my had more. Up and down. Sideways. Trying her reach her sensitive parts. I lowered my hand and moved towards her ass. My hand touching the thin fabric of her night suit. But I couldn't do much after that as the movie ended.

"Hey mom, why don't we sleep together tonight?"

"Together?"

"Yeah let's sleep in one bed. It'll be like old times."

"Umm I don't know. Why? Are you feeling cold?"

"Yeah mom. Sleeping together in one blanket will keep each other warmer.

She looked hesitant. "Yeah maybe".

"You yourself said my hands made you feel warmer. Come on."

"Okay" she nodded.

We slept in my room. She came in and lay next to me, joining me in my bed, in my blanket. Soon we cuddled just like we used to when we slept together. She moved to rest on her left side and I spooned her just like before. I moved my arm around her with my had touching her below her breasts, moving it down till I touched her cold skin, becoming warmer and warmer as we snuggled closer. I touched her navel and massaged it. I could smell her hair and I wanted to move in even closer. I got an erection and my dick started grinding her ass. She was awake but didn't say anything. It was just like before, but much more intense, I moved her hair and kissed her on the back of her neck. She got up quickly and changed her position. She lay toward me facing me. I thought she became upset that was grinding on her ass but I wasn't sure. She seemed to move her face closer towards mine while her eyes were closed. I put my arm across her and touched her lower waist. Massaging her lower waist moving my hand towards her thigh.

"Still feeling cold?"

"Yeah mom. Let's move in even closer and snuggle properly."

"Hope you're not sick or something. You're feeling a lot more colder than usual. Even though your hands are very warm."

"Aren't you feeling cold? Don't you want my warm hands on your body?"

There was an awkward pause. I just said that in a flow without thinking much. To break the silence I replied "I mean my hands might make you feel warmer too. Nothing else."

"Okay" she said and put her arms around me hugging me tighter than ever and I embraced her. My lips pressed against her neck and one of my hands resting on her lower waist slowly moving upwards reaching the back of her bra.

I couldn't take it any longer. Here I was with my beautiful mom lying in her arms and she in mine, with my lips against her neck and hands reaching her bra. How much closer did we need to get to move on to embracing each other romantically? Wasn't this romance itself? We loved each other. We've kissed each other for as long as I've known. This is the moment. The moment to make her mine. To show her what I really want. What I really feel. Who she is to me.

I kissed her neck. Kissed her again using my teeth leaving my mark. She pushed me slowly and reluctantly and asked me what I was doing. I never did anything like this. I've kissed her many times, on her lips, her neck but never bit her aggressively. In the dark room we could still see each other. Her eyes looking into mine.

I didn't say anything. There was no time for words, only actions. So I leaned in, pressed my lips against hers, my mouth opened hers and we shared a long wet kiss. While kissing my mom never said anything. She was too lost in my mouth as I was into hers. A minute later when I broke off the kiss to see her reaction, it was a reaction of wanting it more but still reluctant to say anything out loud like that. But eventually she did ask me "what was that about son?" still catching her breath after that long wet kiss. "I don't think we need any words for that mom. Let me embrace you." In her silence I found my answers. I pulled her nearer, feeling the electricity between us intensify with each passing moment. Our eyes met once again and in that silent exchange, I sensed the unspoken invitation to delve deeper into the intimacy we shared. Leaning in, our bodies gently entwined, the space between us shrinking until there was nothing but the sweet anticipation of our embrace. In that tender moment, time seemed to stand still as our hearts beat in unison, whispering the language of love. And as our lips met once again, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the warmth of our embrace and the promise of a love that knew no bounds.

I pressed my lips softly against her neck, savoring the delicate curve of her skin beneath my touch. I felt a profound sense of connection, as if our souls were speaking the language of love. And in the quiet intimacy of that embrace, I knew that our bond was more than just physical--it was a testament to the depth of our love and the beauty of our shared journey.

The tender moments unfolded, enveloped by the warmth of our shared blanket. With a gentle hand, I traced the contours of her shirt, feeling the anticipation building with each unbuttoned button. The air crackled with anticipation as our eyes locked, silently communicating a shared desire that transcended words. In that intimate exchange, the barriers between us melted away, leaving only the raw vulnerability of our hearts laid bare. And as I unbuttoned her, I felt the weight of our connection deepen, each button a testament to the trust and love that bound us together.

I licked her upper breasts. The rest which were still covered with her bra needed my extra attention. I pulled her up and removed her shirt and removed her bra. She fell back into the bed. I was above her. The look of her lying in bed hand naked and looking into my eyes made me happier than ever. The beauty of her femininity revealed itself in the gentle swell of her breasts. With a tender reverence, I caressed the soft, yielding curves of her breasts, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Each gentle stroke elicited a soft sigh, a whispered affirmation of the intimacy we shared. In the quiet of the moment, our hearts beat as one, attuned to the rhythm of desire and affection. With each caress, I sought to convey the depth of my love, to envelop her in a cocoon of tenderness and passion. And as our bodies melded together in the gentle embrace of the night, I knew that in her embrace, I had found my sanctuary, my refuge from the chaos of the world outside. I caressed her beautiful rounded breasts and leaned in to kiss them. Her tits, so delicious, more delicious than anything I'd ever had. She smiled to herself at my boldness. She felt so comfortable and loved at that moment. Pressing my face against her breasts licking her tits might've been the most beautiful moment of my life. She was moaning and biting her lips.

I moved up and pinned her arms down and kissed her like an animal. All her reluctance was gone and she embraced me as much as I embraced her. I got up and started pulling her pants down. Her pink pants were removed in an instant and her panties were soaking wet. Gently removing them and seeing my mothers clean pussy made me extremely animalistic. There was no time for thoughts. Within a second I dropped off my clothes as well. I licked her breasts while fingering her. She was moaning louder than ever. Biting her lips. Calling out my name when I bit her tits. Calling me "son" while teased her fingering her wet pussy sucking in my fingers. My dick couldn't hold any longer. I immediately inserted my penis inside my mother. Her warm and wet pussy sucked me in. I was in a moment of bliss. I moved up and pinned her arms down and kissed her while fucking her. Her tongue did not stop massaging mine. Her warm and wet pussy did not stop sucking me in. Getting tighter and tighter. She had to pull away and stop kissing me for a moment as she couldn't stop moaning. After we both reached climax none of us wanted to move from that position. We continued to kiss for a while. And we slept together wrapped naked in our blanket.