1. I Love You, Mommy 2


    Date: 4/6/2017, Categories: First Time, Mature, Taboo, Author: ajbasu, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    "Joey, I want you," I'd suddenly say, when there was no one around to hear me, while thinking that if I thought it and said it enough times that he'd want me, too. Only, what would I do if he did want me? It sounded good at the time, but realistically, it's a sick fantasy for a mother to want her son sexually. It's not normal. What did I know? Still a c***d myself, when I had him as a baby, I was so young and emotionally troubled. As he matured, not realizing that my son was a testosterone filled, horny, young man; I didn't realize that he had been abusing our living arrangements hoping to see whatever he could see of me, no doubt, to masturbate over later. Now thirty-nine-years old, only fifteen years older than my son, and now that I'm finally enlightened with this sudden insight of sexuality, I wonder, had I known then what I suspect now, if I would have done anything differently to not only encourage his inappropriate behavior but also to have some fun with it. Would I have taken more care in how I presented myself in front of him or would I have teased him unmercifully and taken less care and dressed even more provocatively? Would I have worn a bathrobe over my nightgown? Surely, now that I think about it, inadvertently, I must have been driving him mad with lustful thoughts and sexual desires. Only, I wish I had known the effect that I had on him. I could have had some fun, too. A delayed reaction on my part, embarrassed to think that I excited him then, it makes me ...
    excited now to think that I did. Now that I recall, he could certainly see the impressions that my nipples made in the thin fabric of my nightgown, just as he could clearly see my dark patch of pubic hair beneath the nearly transparent, white cotton material. "I'd give anything for him to suck my tits, now," I said touching myself, while waiting for Joey to finally come home and laying on the couch with the flickering light from the television reflecting the desire that I had for my son. Without realizing it, oblivious to his horny stares, before he was married and when we were living together, as mother and son, I really must have given him a show of my nakedness, especially when I opened the refrigerator door with my head inside pondering what to make for breakfast. When I stood in front of the windows and opened the curtains to allow in the bright morning light, he must have seen my naked body right through my nightgown. Now that I think of it, he was always there watching me, looking at me, and staring at me. He was ready to use any and every opportunity to see me naked. He was such a horny young man. Thinking back, I remember those times when he was going to the gym regularly and he wanted me to give him a massage. At first I was turnoff by the idea of rubbing down my son and touching so much of his exposed body, but it was all so very innocent. Only, touching him in that way and seeing and feeling so much of his body excited me. He still wore his briefs, but I remember ...
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