Confessions tagged with 'son'.

#5920

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I'm a 38-year-old single mom and I have a 14-year-old son, we live together in a small apartment with 1 bedroom. We were used to sleep together since he was small and up to now, we're still doing so. It all started last year when we were sleeping... It was in the middle of the night when I suddenly woke up and felt something hard was rubbing against my butt. I pretended I was asleep and wait for his next move. It went on for about 15 to 20 minutes getting faster and faster until I heard a soft moan behind me. Then I felt something hot wetting my panties from behind. That's the time the rubbing stopped. I didn't bother to get up for I was so sleepy. The next day, I didn't talk about it and just acted normal like any other day. When he left for school, I began to think about it. I didn't see it but I imagined it was big and a little thick for his age. My hand went inside my panties and to my surprise, I was wet. I stopped thinking about it knowing it will just happen once, but it did not. It happened several times, and in some few times he would slide it between my thighs rubbing against my pussy while he slips his hand under my nightie to feel my breast and play with my nipples while humping until he finished. Sometimes I wear thongs and some nights I don't wear undies so his hands were free to touch and rub me. I know he can feel my wet pussy during those times.

It wasn't right but the sensation I felt was so good that I almost guided him inside me.

The last time that happened was a few weeks ago, I wasn't wearing any undies, I got so wet and while he was humping, he almost got inside...good thing I moved a little and he missed my hole while he was cumming all over my pussy.

We haven't talked about it up to now. I'm waiting for what's about to happen next.

#5873

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16m I just got done jerking off with my dad omfg broit’s 8:55am rn it happened so fast idk if I’ll have time to tell what happened so I’ll come back when I’m home alone (typing this in my room afterwards dick still wet)

#5847

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I grew up listening to my mother have sex with men and hearing her orgasms thru the wall. Growing up I found Polaroids of her getting fucked and I'd wear her panties while humping her pillows imaging myself as the men in the photos. I'd look for her toys to smell and sometimes use knowing we both used them. I'm 34 now and I still think about what I'd do if she came to me and asked me to fuck her. I think I'd really short her a life time if sexual frustration.

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I'm 24, live with my Mom (55) my dad and my brother.

For over 7 years now, I've been secretly watching my mom walk around her room naked before and after she showers. I know it's wrong and I've never been caught, had a couple close calls though.

I love seeing her natural naked body, totally unaware that her son can see her shaved pussy and thick ass, I love stroking to her and picturing myself fucking her good.

I hope I'm not the only one who does something like this with their moms!

Thank you

#5798

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Hi. I am 19(M).

When i was 10, my dad brought me to a water theme park. After we done swimming, we showered together at the public washroom. Me and dad shared a cubicle and showered naked together. I just remember being amazed at his very long dick and had a hard on but I don’t know what it was at the time. I guess dad realised that I had a boner so when he was soaping me, he spent a lot of time on my cock. I just had been circumcised the previous year so my dick was still pretty sensitive. He kept gently rubbing my cock with the soap and I still remember how ticklish it was as it was a new feeling for me. I told dad to stop as I felt more and more ticklish but he kept going and I accidentally pee on his hand. Dad said it’s okay since we were in a shower anyway so he just lets me pee while he was also peeing beside me. I just remember looking at the pee coming out of his cock and feeling so aroused but I still dont know what it was at the time so I just stare at it. We didn’t do much after that we just finish shower and get back home.

Then when i was 13, I finally learned how to jerk off and all I can think about is my dad’s cock. Being a kid, I was still amazed how a person can have a dick that long. Cant believe I came out of that dick. And I’m jerking off thinking about the very dick that made me. I discovered incest at an early age around the time I was discovering porn and also around the time i was exploring my body. Ever since, I only imagine my dad everytime I’m jerking off to an incest porn.

Now that I’m 19, I’m still jerking off to my dad. I always fantasize that he would just molest me when I was a kid. I always so turned on imagining about my own dad being a perved out pedo and molesting his own child. I wish he would’ve just rape me in that public shower when I was 10. The thought of my own dad introducing me to my sexual feelings at the young age is driving me crazy. I wish he would’ve just caress and play with my young boyish body to satisfy his needs when I was a child. I’ve always been small and skinny ever since I was a kid so its perfect for my father to just molest my little innocent body.

But I don’t think my dad is that kind of person so yeah thats a bummer.

#5755

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Hello,

I lost virginity on my 15th birthday with my mother. I have to go back a little to set the stage of how this came about. When I was 10 my mom and dad split up and it was just me and her. After a couple of years of real money struggles my mom got a fairly decent paying job. So when she got on her feet money wise, she able to start getting me some things, Well, near my twelfth birthday she told me to write down want I wanted and if she could afford it she would get it for me. Over the next 2 or 3 years I just asked for the usual stuff kids want, bikes, etc. Anyway, what she would do is take me to the mall and buy me a new suit and her a new outfit and later that day we would go to eat dinner at a nice restaurant and then when we got home she would give me my present. Well, 3 days before my 15th b-day, I wrote down what I wanted and slid it under her door to read (I am skipping a lot of details so the story doesn't go too long). My hormones were raging as a young teen and I wasn't good at getting girls at that time so basically I requested for my b-day that I wanted to lose my virginity, WITH HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wrote in the note that basically a son should lose his virginity to the woman who gave birth to him. Same with a father and daughter. I do honestly believe that. So long story short, we did the b-day ritual of the mall and dinner however, because nothing was ever said in the three days leading up to this, I figured she just wasn't having anything to do with something so ludicrous that it wasn't even worth responding to. But, I wasn't sure so I asked her at dinner did she read my request and she said "YES but we will discuss it when we get home", in a somewhat stern voice. When we got home, I asked again what she thought of my b-day wish and she just said let me get settled and we will talk. I know this sounds unbelievable but, it basically unfolded like this(again, there is more involved in this but just trying not to let the story get to long). Well, when she came out my mom was in only stiletto pumps, a garter belt and stockings. Essentially, she was naked. She sat next to me, and said, I was going to get my present. What she told me was that she will teach me how to please a woman and that I could have her all that night, Sunday and we will play hooky from work and school on Monday to let me fuck her. After that, no more sex ever with her. Well, I took advantage of those 3 days and fucked every time I felt a twinge of horyness coming on whether she was wanted it or not. I guess you could say I technically raped her a few times. Well, again without getting to much detail, about 2 weeks later, I wanted more from her but of course she said no because of what agreed to but, 10 days later I came at her again I wasn't taking no for answer. I just persuaded and seduced her because she wasn't seeing anyone so I just felt she needed it like me and, who else better than her son who she could trust not to hurt her in any way. Well, she was my mom and lover through my high school years. With that, I went to college for awhile and then started working and I had became fairly skillful at getting women, meaning that my sexual relationship with my mother ended. I am married now and haven't hand sex with mom since early college. As far as I know, no one until now knows about this unless my other told someone which I don't think she did.

P.S. My mother said she decided to do it because after reading what I wrote several times, even though it was morally wrong it just made sense and she also didn't want me to get hurt by some girl or maybe even force myself on someone (I also think she just needed some cock as well).

#5743

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I am a single mom. I am 40 years old. I don’t have the body I had when I was in my 20s, but I still catch my son’s friends hitting me with their lustful gaze. I have the curves these young men crave. Anyway, it’s been a minute since I have been with a man. I am horny.

Last week my son, he is 14, and I were watching a show and the subject of breastfeeding came up. It was late at night and I was a little stoned, relaxed on my favorite couch cushion with nothing between the world and me but a luxurious bathrobe.

In my overly comfortable state I let it slip that I had never breastfed my son, and I regretted that fact.

“Why,” he asked.

“They say it’s a great bonding experience. Nothing brings a mother and child closer. Anyway, it’s a little too late for it now.” An uncomfortable laugh escaped both our throats and I let the sound fade before I added, “Probably.”

More silence between us. I listened to his now slightly uneven breathing, the pace slightly quickened. I could feel my face and chest flushing, my nipples going erect beneath my soft cotton robe.

He turned toward me from his place on the adjacent love seat, a restrained smile on his face. He was looking at me, but not at my face. His eyes bore holes through my robe. Absently my hand drifted up to the place where the robe came together to cover my full, but slightly sagging breasts.

“Couldn’t hurt to try,” he croaked out. His throat was tight, as was the fabric across the lap of his basketball shorts, pressed toward the sky by his hormonally charged erection.

As the adult in the room I should have stopped all of this then and there. I should have sent him to his room where he would have undoubtedly inseminated a sock (or two). Instead I coyly suggested that it couldn’t possibly work while pulling at my robe, slowly exposing my right breast.

He was on me in a flash, clumsy and horny. His youthful fingers grabbed a handful of my flesh and pulled my nippled toward his mouth. His breath was hot, his tongue wet and agile. The tip flicked back and forth across my nipple as he pulled it deeper into his hungry mouth.

I put up the act of resistance; a half-hearted recrimination and a weak push at his shoulders. But I wanted this as much he did. I groped beneath him to feel his erect member beneath the nylon of his shorts.

Already the fabric was wet with his precum. He moaned with a mouthful of my tit as I reached into his shorts and wrapped my fingers around him. He came almost immediately, hot spunk covering my hand. But to my surprise and delight he remained as hard as ever. It was like stroking a greased iron rod.

With his free hand he pulled my robe completely open and blindly stroked at my unshaved pussy. Such boldness deserved a reward, so I pulled down his shorts. I pushed him off me so I could see him in his full pubescent glory.

His dick was not long, but it was thick and strong. I pushed him back another step and knelt before him. He was panting, a grin frozen on his face.

“You are the best mom in the world,” he gushed as I planted a slow, tongue heavy kiss on his sticky head. He tasted good. A teenager’s diet of soda and candy makes for yummy cum. I went in for another slow kiss, a tease to see what he could handle, but he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his throbbing, slick cock all the way to the back of my throat.

The shock caused me to gag and I try to push away but he was much stronger than me. I felt a muscular pulse between my cheeks and my mouth and throat were filled with a second ejaculation. I had no choice but to swallow each of his three spasmodic bursts. I could feel myself growing wet.

He released me and I backed away onto my back on the couch. My legs spread wide, my pussy running with lubricating juices. He just stared at me.

I worried for a moment that he spent all he had. That was it and I would be left to my own devices to finish. But no, he was still at full mast. A beautiful mixture of his cum and my saliva covered it from tip to base, a single drop dangling from the head.

“You’ve gone this far,” I said as I reached out and caressed his cock, “You better not leave me wanting.”

“Are you sure,” he asked. Look at my boy, even in the midst of forbidden carnal joy he shows a hint of sweetness.

“We shouldn’t,” I lied to him, “Maybe we should stop.”

It could be my imagination, but he almost seemed to grow harder at those words, a turgid twitch bouncing his dripping cock.

“Please, Mom?”

He didn’t wait for my response, he was on me too fast. He found what he was looking for after a few furtive stabs and I got a feel for how thick he was.

Like with my throat he pushed deep inside me, his stomach pressing against my thick mound of pubic hair. He did not grind, he did not move. He simply indulged in the feel of my warm, wet pussy wrapped around him. The muscular walls inside me squeezed him, pressing against his rod-like hardness.

He bent forward, taking my tits in his mouth one at a time, while playing with the other. Pinching and pulling, and squeezing. He tested me to see what got me off.

Then he began to fuck me. His hips moved in a smooth rhythm that pushed me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He came again, a hot warmth spreading inside me.

He moved to pull out, but I grabbed him by his butt cheeks, held him in place. “Be mommy’s good little boy,” the words came from me in a primal growl, “Don’t stop until you make mommy cum.”

I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Or doing. But I hadn’t felt pleasure like this before. Surely it would take many therapy sessions to unpack the reasons, but in the moment all I cared about was the surging tide of pleasure rising inside me.

It was a wave, a deep ocean wave, a tsunami of orgasmic pleasure that I intended to ride until I was smashed into the shore. His sweat mixed with mine, soaking into the couch cushion.

The crash of the wave hit me hard. I lost control of my body. My legs twitched like a hanged man in his final spasms. Le petit morte, the French call it. Inside me I felt like I could snap off his teenage dick and keep it inside me.

I could hear him yelling for me, “Oh God, Mom!” It seemed like it was coming from very far away. Then he pulled away from me, his cock finally losing it’s steam.

I lay there, shaking. I could barely move. I attempted to get up, but he had me pinned, his knees on either side of my ribs, his ponderously large balls between my tits. He had a hand on his now flaccid penis. He was stroking it slowly, attempting to revive it.

As it began to once more grow, he pressed it against my mouth. “Lick it clean, Mom?” He sure had grown audacious. But I did. I tasted us on him. I enjoyed it. I cleaned him all up while I regained control of my legs, then I pushed myself free. My robe fell free and I walked, naked and dripping, to my bedroom.

I lay in bed, drifting off to sleep to the unmistakable sound of teenage masturbation coming from the living room. God damn that teenage virility.