Straight Male / 49
by Gentle Man, PhD
I confess that on two separate occasions many years ago that I did willingly and shamefully take advantage of my mother by having sexual relations with her without her knowledge or approval, and that on both occasions I did deliberately impregnate her with my sperm, knowing full well that she might become pregnant by the act. Years later, I continue to defend these incestuous acts by claiming they were an expression of what I call the Supreme Act of Love Between Mother and Son, which is when is when a mother and son, as mature consenting adults, joyfully and lovingly engage in the mutually pleasurable act of sexual intercourse. This culminates at the climax when the son freely offers his sperm to his mother and if she accepts it, he ejaculates into her vagina and impregnates her. By doing so, it is as if the son symbolically returns to his mother's womb from where he came. In my case, the defense lacks much of its credibility because, as described later, she was oblivious to the sexual acts being performed, so her pleasure and satisfaction may not have been forthcoming. However, I would like to believe that the love that I showered upon her as we interacted on a daily basis and during her lifetime, as well as during as the two acts of carnal love when I had sexual intercourse with her, should help somewhat to alleviate the feelings of shame and guilt that I have harbored for so long. I will now describe the events that led to this posting.
I was a 30-year-old grad student living at home and she was a 53-year-old stay-at-home mom. She was attractive, rather plump and had nice large breasts. She was religious, very conservative and devoted to her children, but she did have had a drinking problem and would occasionally go on a binge. I was academically inclined and at 30, still had not had any serious girl friends. I was still a virgin. But I masturbated at least daily, so I considered myself a normal healthy male. Mom and I had a very warm and loving relationship. It was obvious that she considered me an ideal son, educated, trustworthy and loving. In contrast, her relationship with my dad seems to have deteriorated over the years to the point where some days they hardly spoke. I suspect that their sex life had been nonexistent for a long time since they no longer slept together.
First Time: One night when Dad was at work and my siblings were away for the evening, I returned home from university to find Mom passed out on the bed. She was drunk again. All she was wearing was a skimpy petticoat and no panties. I had seen her like that before several times when she was drunk and it always aroused me, but other family members were usually around, so I would cover her up and go about my business. This time it was different. Mom and I were home alone, so anything was possible! As I stared at her asleep in bed, I was again aroused and forbidden thoughts raced through my mind. Once before when she was drunk, I had fondled her breasts and stroked her pubic hair, but it had ended there. I crept over to her bed and carefully pulled up her petticoat, to reveal her naked crotch. The sight of that bushy crop of dark-brown pubic hair caused my heart to pound wildly and my penis to become erect. With my body shaking with anticipation, I stripped naked and stood in front of the bed to fully expose my erect penis to her. I had never gone this far before and it felt too good. I grasped her limp hand and used it to masturbate my penis almost to the point of ejaculation. Then I climbed into bed with her and rolled into a prostate position directly on top of her. Her body was so soft and warm such that no words can describe the sensation. By this time and still shaking, I knew that I had gone beyond the point of no return. I was prepared to go all the way this time even if that meant INCEST. I wanted to unite with my mother sexually. I wanted to have sexual intercourse with her. I began by spreading her legs widely apart and gently pulling them up around me. I crouched down over her naked body, moistened my penis and the lips of her vagina and thrust my penis into her vaginal opening. With a series of rhythmic pumping, I quickly penetrated her so deeply that our crotches pressed tightly together. My penis was now completely inside her vagina. Now very excited, I pumped faster and faster, and harder and harder, but with each stroke, the bed would gyrate and creak loudly, raising fears that she might wake up. Mercifully, she didn't wake up and she remained in her deep slumber for the duration of the act. After about fifteen minutes of rhythmic pumping, I reached my climax. I firmed up my body, positioned my erect penis deep inside her vagina and ejaculated into her. I had impregnated my mother with my sperm and the sex act was complete. Losing my virginity to my mother was a most gratifying experience for me.
It remains unclear to me whether or not Mom suspected that I had sexual intercourse with her that night while she was asleep. The fact is that after impregnating her and pulling out, gobs of semen oozed out of her vagina onto the bed sheet. Dry semen stain, if discovered, would have been a telltale sign of past intercourse. If she did suspect anything, she never let on because she continued to treat me as the same trustworthy and loving son as before. I had always returned her love, but last night it was carnal love, when I shamefully and inexcusably took advantage of her when she was in such a vulnerable state.
Second Time: About a month later, a similar situation occurred when my dad was out of town and my siblings were away. Mom's binges had escalated and on returning from university, I found her drunk and asleep on a living room sofa. I woke her and helped her to the bedroom. As she began to undress, I started to leave. To my surprise, she motioned for me to return and help her undress, saying she didn't think she could do it by herself. It looked like she was close to passing out. She pointed to a petticoat and said she wanted it on. No mention was made of panties, as she never seems to wear them in bed. I felt uneasy with her request but had to accommodate her. So I began undressing her, finally pulling her panties down over her legs and removing them. She stood up, raised her arms and motioned for me to put the petticoat on her. She was now standing opposite me, completely naked, so close that her large breasts were almost touching my chest. The sight of her darkly pigmented nipples was almost unbearable and my penis became so hard that I was afraid she might notice the bulge in my pants. As I pulled the petticoat over her head and slid it down onto her, I instinctively moved close to her so as to press my body tightly against hers, while at the same time forcing the bulge in my pants hard against her hairy crotch.
She was now so close to me that her soft breasts flattened up against my chest. Had she been sober, it would have been obvious to her what was happening and what I wanted from her. She would have been horrified that her loving son was prepared to break the ultimate taboo of incest. Struggling to regain control of my emotions, I pulled away from her away and acted as if nothing happened. I then helped her into her bed and left the room. Later that night, I returned to check on her. She was asleep, but her petticoat was raised high and I could see her naked crotch. This so aroused me that my heart began pounding and I got a huge erection. Staring at her in bed, I was reminded of the last time that I took advantage of her, when I lost my virginity. The situation here and now was identical. Moreover, it would likely be the last opportunity to have sexual relations with her because I would soon be graduating with my PhD and leaving the city for good. I gave in to my desires and decided that I would have sexual intercourse with her once again. After climaxing, I ejaculated into her vagina and impregnated her with my sperm. The sex act was now complete.
While the events described above happened a long time ago, I cherish the memories of having had sexual relations with my mom and impregnating her on both occasions. If it had not been for having to leave the city to take a university position elsewhere, I would have continued to have had sexual intercourse with her whenever the opportunity arose. While I had so much love for her as a son, I also seem to have had a carnal desire for her as well. Shameful and inexcusable as this may be, that is the reality of the situation. The resulting guilt is something I have had to endure my entire life.
Gentle Man, PhD
I confess that on two separate occasions many years ago that I did willingly and shamefully take advantage of my mother by having sexual relations with her without her knowledge or approval, and that on both occasions I did deliberately impregnate her with my sperm, knowing full well that she might become pregnant by the act. Years later, I continue to defend these incestuous acts by claiming they were an expression of what I call the Supreme Act of Love Between Mother and Son, which is when is when a mother and son, as mature consenting adults, joyfully and lovingly engage in the mutually pleasurable act of sexual intercourse. This culminates at the climax when the son freely offers his sperm to his mother and if she accepts it, he ejaculates into her vagina and impregnates her. By doing so, it is as if the son symbolically returns to his mother's womb from where he came. In my case, the defense lacks much of its credibility because, as described later, she was oblivious to the sexual acts being performed, so her pleasure and satisfaction may not have been forthcoming. However, I would like to believe that the love that I showered upon her as we interacted on a daily basis and during her lifetime, as well as during as the two acts of carnal love when I had sexual intercourse with her, should help somewhat to alleviate the feelings of shame and guilt that I have harbored for so long. I will now describe the events that led to this posting.
I was a 30-year-old grad student living at home and she was a 53-year-old stay-at-home mom. She was attractive, rather plump and had nice large breasts. She was religious, very conservative and devoted to her children, but she did have had a drinking problem and would occasionally go on a binge. I was academically inclined and at 30, still had not had any serious girl friends. I was still a virgin. But I masturbated at least daily, so I considered myself a normal healthy male. Mom and I had a very warm and loving relationship. It was obvious that she considered me an ideal son, educated, trustworthy and loving. In contrast, her relationship with my dad seems to have deteriorated over the years to the point where some days they hardly spoke. I suspect that their sex life had been nonexistent for a long time since they no longer slept together.
First Time: One night when Dad was at work and my siblings were away for the evening, I returned home from university to find Mom passed out on the bed. She was drunk again. All she was wearing was a skimpy petticoat and no panties. I had seen her like that before several times when she was drunk and it always aroused me, but other family members were usually around, so I would cover her up and go about my business. This time it was different. Mom and I were home alone, so anything was possible! As I stared at her asleep in bed, I was again aroused and forbidden thoughts raced through my mind. Once before when she was drunk, I had fondled her breasts and stroked her pubic hair, but it had ended there. I crept over to her bed and carefully pulled up her petticoat, to reveal her naked crotch. The sight of that bushy crop of dark-brown pubic hair caused my heart to pound wildly and my penis to become erect. With my body shaking with anticipation, I stripped naked and stood in front of the bed to fully expose my erect penis to her. I had never gone this far before and it felt too good. I grasped her limp hand and used it to masturbate my penis almost to the point of ejaculation. Then I climbed into bed with her and rolled into a prostate position directly on top of her. Her body was so soft and warm such that no words can describe the sensation. By this time and still shaking, I knew that I had gone beyond the point of no return. I was prepared to go all the way this time even if that meant INCEST. I wanted to unite with my mother sexually. I wanted to have sexual intercourse with her. I began by spreading her legs widely apart and gently pulling them up around me. I crouched down over her naked body, moistened my penis and the lips of her vagina and thrust my penis into her vaginal opening. With a series of rhythmic pumping, I quickly penetrated her so deeply that our crotches pressed tightly together. My penis was now completely inside her vagina. Now very excited, I pumped faster and faster, and harder and harder, but with each stroke, the bed would gyrate and creak loudly, raising fears that she might wake up. Mercifully, she didn't wake up and she remained in her deep slumber for the duration of the act. After about fifteen minutes of rhythmic pumping, I reached my climax. I firmed up my body, positioned my erect penis deep inside her vagina and ejaculated into her. I had impregnated my mother with my sperm and the sex act was complete. Losing my virginity to my mother was a most gratifying experience for me.
It remains unclear to me whether or not Mom suspected that I had sexual intercourse with her that night while she was asleep. The fact is that after impregnating her and pulling out, gobs of semen oozed out of her vagina onto the bed sheet. Dry semen stain, if discovered, would have been a telltale sign of past intercourse. If she did suspect anything, she never let on because she continued to treat me as the same trustworthy and loving son as before. I had always returned her love, but last night it was carnal love, when I shamefully and inexcusably took advantage of her when she was in such a vulnerable state.
Second Time: About a month later, a similar situation occurred when my dad was out of town and my siblings were away. Mom's binges had escalated and on returning from university, I found her drunk and asleep on a living room sofa. I woke her and helped her to the bedroom. As she began to undress, I started to leave. To my surprise, she motioned for me to return and help her undress, saying she didn't think she could do it by herself. It looked like she was close to passing out. She pointed to a petticoat and said she wanted it on. No mention was made of panties, as she never seems to wear them in bed. I felt uneasy with her request but had to accommodate her. So I began undressing her, finally pulling her panties down over her legs and removing them. She stood up, raised her arms and motioned for me to put the petticoat on her. She was now standing opposite me, completely naked, so close that her large breasts were almost touching my chest. The sight of her darkly pigmented nipples was almost unbearable and my penis became so hard that I was afraid she might notice the bulge in my pants. As I pulled the petticoat over her head and slid it down onto her, I instinctively moved close to her so as to press my body tightly against hers, while at the same time forcing the bulge in my pants hard against her hairy crotch.
She was now so close to me that her soft breasts flattened up against my chest. Had she been sober, it would have been obvious to her what was happening and what I wanted from her. She would have been horrified that her loving son was prepared to break the ultimate taboo of incest. Struggling to regain control of my emotions, I pulled away from her away and acted as if nothing happened. I then helped her into her bed and left the room. Later that night, I returned to check on her. She was asleep, but her petticoat was raised high and I could see her naked crotch. This so aroused me that my heart began pounding and I got a huge erection. Staring at her in bed, I was reminded of the last time that I took advantage of her, when I lost my virginity. The situation here and now was identical. Moreover, it would likely be the last opportunity to have sexual relations with her because I would soon be graduating with my PhD and leaving the city for good. I gave in to my desires and decided that I would have sexual intercourse with her once again. After climaxing, I ejaculated into her vagina and impregnated her with my sperm. The sex act was now complete.
While the events described above happened a long time ago, I cherish the memories of having had sexual relations with my mom and impregnating her on both occasions. If it had not been for having to leave the city to take a university position elsewhere, I would have continued to have had sexual intercourse with her whenever the opportunity arose. While I had so much love for her as a son, I also seem to have had a carnal desire for her as well. Shameful and inexcusable as this may be, that is the reality of the situation. The resulting guilt is something I have had to endure my entire life.
Gentle Man, PhD
