I have to say right off the bat that my mother is fucked up. A little bit of drugs and a lot of booze has fried her brain real good. She's divorced and somewhat good-looking, so she's been able to bring a new guy home whenever she wanted to. He'd stay the night, fuck her a couple of times, and then leave.

One month she was having a bad time hooking up with a guy. I don't know what the reason was, but she was getting sort of ornery and desperate. I remember her bitching about how cheap batteries were made nowadays. Anyways, I guess she couldn't take it any more and she comes into my bedroom one night, really blitzed out of her mind, and tells me that I have to fuck her. She says that she doesn't care that I'm her son, she just wants somebody to fuck her real good.

I don't really want to get myself into this kind of a situation, I got my morals, but like I said, my mother isn't bad looking, and I'm seventeen years old when this is happening. I know what sex is all about, and sometimes it's hard to say no to pussy. To make a long story short, I start to fuck my mother. She gets really turned on and tells me to cum inside of her. I debate her demand for maybe a second or two, and then I dump my whole load inside of her. She's writhing around on my bed like an fish out of water, and then she gives me this blank stare and asks me who the hell am I.

The next morning I didn't say anything about what had happened the night before. Needless to say my mother couldn't remember a thing. I sweated out the next month until she got her period and I've never fucked my mom again.



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by Anonymous on May 31, 2013 at 8:44 AM

I used to watch my mother get ready for dates. she would wear the sexiest black lingerie, stockings and tight dresses with intense pin up makeup. she would stand in front of the mirror wearing only black lace panties putting on her "face" she called it and i would watch and we would casually talk. she would finish dressing in front of me and walk out to the driveway when her date came to pick her up. one time she just walked around his car for a long time kind of modeling before getting in. another time they came home and "parked" in the front yard. she would always get out of the car holding her dress up because she was drunk and could not zip it up. her make up messed up and her stockings were in her purse. she would pass out on the couch and i would undress her and put her to bed. on time, for the fun of it, i redressed her in red panties and her red baby doll. i wanted to see what she remembered the next day.

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by Anonymous on Jun 1, 2013 at 1:13 AM

Holy cheese thanks for the laugh, I sure needed that.

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