Mother/Son Incest story. Real Incest story, Real Family incest love story, Family Lovers

Hello all,

I'm so glad to have found this site & boards. I look forward to contributing in the future.

My interest in incest stems back to my early teens. I was 13, my Mother 48, although she was in great physical condition for a woman of her age. We lived alone, my Father had passed away a month before I was born.

I can always remember jumping into my Mother's bed from a very early age for a innocent cuddle in the mornings, but from the on-set of puberty, I guess my feelings began to change.

I can't say that I was the most world-wise teen but my first sexual stirrings were very powerful. Like most teen boys, I would eagerly await seeing a glimpse of flesh in any TV programme or would hungrily seize any magazines with naked or risque pictures in them I could find. I'll say like a right old git saying this, but the internet just wasn't an option when I was 13 so easily available sexual material to be used for jacking off just wasn't around.

Anyway, I can remember as if it were only yesterday, jumping into bed with my Mother one Saturday morning and finding her still asleep. Don't get me wrong here, I was incredibly close to my Mother and loved her so very much, but that morning something took a hold of me and my sexual feelings emerged fully.

My Mother was lying on her side and I lay next to her, pressing into her back, feeling my hard-on press against her. I began to push against her slowly and found myself having to get up quick, to avoid cumming on her. I thought she would have been shocked if I had or cross or whatever.

Anyway, over a period of several weeks, mostly on weekends, I continued this practice, greedily going just a bit further each time with my raging hormones going absolutely haywire, not to mention my mind which questioned my every action.

One morning, with me in full thrust, she moved and got straight out of bed. It emerged (although I don't remember how I established this exactly) that throughout many of my thrusting sessions (not heavy, just enough to make me feel good) She had been awake throughout.

I can remember feeling incredibly embarrassed by all this but finally put two and two together in that my Mother was allowing me to do this, as she knew but did not say a word. I could remember from younger days how my Mother had stood in front of the mirror before dressing one day, and invited me to touch her breast. At that time, I had declined but I thought that now, remembering those days, this situation I found myself in was an extension of her wanting me to touch her. Perhaps I'm not being logical here in my explanations, but to be so would take days and I'd hate to bore you all silly with some mind analysis.

Anyway, over these weeks since realising she knew, I got bolder. I would softly touch her breasts and feel her hard, erect nipples through her nightie. As time passed, she would turn over, giving me ample opportunity to touch her further. I could easily access her breasts then as her nightie was very loose and I could pull it down with ease. I took to licking and sucking her breasts and on the first occasion I did so, I came on her thigh. I got up and went downstairs, she got washed, came down and said nothing.

Eventually, I took to massaging her pussy, it was extremely bushy and did not look bad, but like that of a much younger woman (this analysis is based on pussies ive seen since). I would insert fingers inside her and she would breathe heavily and I presume, cum although it wasnt ever obvious.

Finally, I got so bold, I decided to put myself inside her. I was fumbling around but did it and I remember afterwards that my then tight foreskin, was completely drawn back after being inside her. I didnt come inside her but on her stomach.

This ritual went on for about two years, but I haven't mentioned the extraordinary fact that for all this time, she would always continue the pretence that she was asleep. I have to say, if she had not, I don't think we could have done it. We were all so straight-laced that I think we wouldnt have handled it very well. But I know that we both wanted and received mutual pleasure at this time and from then to this day, are very close, although we never mention these episodes.

Your comments are gratefully received, I look forward to contributing more at a later date.

I am a 45 year old divorced mother, I have two wonderful sons, one is 19 and the other is 22. Since I was divorced two years ago, I haven't dated anyone, but my girlfriends tease me about how good looking my sons are and "isn't it a shame you can't sleep with them" but recently I got to thinking "why not". I was brought up Catholic, so the whole guilt thing is on me about even looking at my sons and wondering "how well do they know how to handle their cocks"? I am so horny and lonely, I want either one of my sons to seduce me, but I don't have the courage to do it myself. When I masturbate I fantasize about my sons coming on to me while I cook or clean or after I come home, from work. If there are any mothers or sons out there that can give me advice, please do so.