I’m A Motherf*x*xer

I think my mother actually beat me to confessing our story here, but anyway: I fuck my mother. We’ve been at it for almost 8 years and we don’t plan on stopping.
Our relationship was always peculiar since I never really saw her as a mother. She had me when she was very young, my father was never in the picture, and I was raised by my aunt so my mother could keep studying to make a life for herself. Time passed, I started referring to her by her name and identifying her as the “pretty lady that comes home for Christmas and buys me stuff”, when I was little.
Long story short, when it came around to living together again for practical reasons, an attraction blossomed. I like older women, she likes younger men and as it turned out, she was an i****tuous slut anyway. I confessed my attraction to her while I was still underage, and she stopped my advances. It was a couple of uneasy months after that until, during the weekend of my 18th birthday, she proceeded to give me a surprise g*ft: drive us both to a motel and show me how a real woman fucks a man dry for two days straight.
We kept it up over the years, first as our shared, secret, perverted affair. But the attraction and love only grew. We’ve kept our relationship a secret and have even dated and fucked other people for the sake of appearances. But after seven years, we function as closely as we can get to a real couple in love, mad about each other.
We just came back from a “honeymoon” for her 40th birthday. We unofficially exchanged intimate vows. She said that being an absent parent was a blessing in disguise, because that way she could become my (her words) “devoted lover and whore”, even if we can never officially become husband and wife.

I can’t help but fuck her for two days straight when she says things like that. And it’s always as incredible as the first time we fucked: she’s a sex goddess, and we both fantasize about me, her own son, cumming inside her so many times that she inevitably gets pregnant.