Age 20, gender male.
When I was 10, I found a videotape in my mother's bedroom. I played it and it was my parent's honeymoon video - mom and dad in hardcore sex including two other guys and another woman. It was my first wank material. Then I accidentally left it in the VCR. When I went to look at it it was gone and I never saw it again. I panicked for awhile but Mom said nothing, so I assumed that she hadn't connected it to me.
When I was 12 or so, I had this notebook that I wrote down all my most elaborate sexual fantasies. Most of them were about my mother and they were really elaborate, more like porn novels. I hid it under my mattress. One day it disappeared. My mom had cleaned my room, so I assumed she had found it. She said nothing, so I figured she threw it away unread or something.
When I was 16 I was looking for my mom's cigarettes and I opened her nightstand. There were several vibrators and dildos of various kinds, my old notebook of handwritten incest porn stories with post-it notes as bookmarks and passages highlighted, and a couple of dozen pictures of me taken with our digital camera, all of me masturbating (I never figured out how she got them). Then my mom came in the room. I slammed the drawer shut, but we were both red-faced and embarrassed. We didn't speak about it but I found the long-lost honeymoon videotape in my room the next day.
When I was 18 I went to college and me and mom were e-mailing and IMing each other and it eventually evolved into really hot graphic cybersex and porn pics and webcaming. We planned out this really hot sexual encounter for when I went home for spring break. When I actually went home for spring break, though, we were both so embarrassed that we were beet red whenever we even looked at each other. A very awkward time.
When I went back to school, we resumed writing to each other, and soon it was back to hot cybersex. We moved up to phone-sex and we got this really steamy master-slave fantasy going. And when I went home on Christmas Break, we finally consummated our passion.
We aren't mother and son anymore. Everyone remarks how we act like teenagers on a date or something. It's pretty damn good sex too.
That's as far as anything ever went.
When I was 10, I found a videotape in my mother's bedroom. I played it and it was my parent's honeymoon video - mom and dad in hardcore sex including two other guys and another woman. It was my first wank material. Then I accidentally left it in the VCR. When I went to look at it it was gone and I never saw it again. I panicked for awhile but Mom said nothing, so I assumed that she hadn't connected it to me.
When I was 12 or so, I had this notebook that I wrote down all my most elaborate sexual fantasies. Most of them were about my mother and they were really elaborate, more like porn novels. I hid it under my mattress. One day it disappeared. My mom had cleaned my room, so I assumed she had found it. She said nothing, so I figured she threw it away unread or something.
When I was 16 I was looking for my mom's cigarettes and I opened her nightstand. There were several vibrators and dildos of various kinds, my old notebook of handwritten incest porn stories with post-it notes as bookmarks and passages highlighted, and a couple of dozen pictures of me taken with our digital camera, all of me masturbating (I never figured out how she got them). Then my mom came in the room. I slammed the drawer shut, but we were both red-faced and embarrassed. We didn't speak about it but I found the long-lost honeymoon videotape in my room the next day.
When I was 18 I went to college and me and mom were e-mailing and IMing each other and it eventually evolved into really hot graphic cybersex and porn pics and webcaming. We planned out this really hot sexual encounter for when I went home for spring break. When I actually went home for spring break, though, we were both so embarrassed that we were beet red whenever we even looked at each other. A very awkward time.
When I went back to school, we resumed writing to each other, and soon it was back to hot cybersex. We moved up to phone-sex and we got this really steamy master-slave fantasy going. And when I went home on Christmas Break, we finally consummated our passion.
We aren't mother and son anymore. Everyone remarks how we act like teenagers on a date or something. It's pretty damn good sex too.
That's as far as anything ever went.
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