Mother Abuse – An Erotic Sex Story
Once upon a time, there was a young man who had a very difficult relationship with his mother. He had a deep-seated resentment for her, a hatred which he could not explain. He felt like she had abused him in some way, although he had no memory of any physical or sexual abuse. He was, however, angry and resentful, and this resentment was so strong that it often led him to act out in destructive ways.
One day, his mother called him up and asked him to come over to her house. She told him to be there by midnight, and he could not say no. When he arrived, his mother had her bedroom already prepared for him, complete with a few sexy lingerie items for both of them. She told him she wanted to make things right between them, and she wanted to do it with a night of passionate sex and pleasure.
At first, he was scared and apprehensive. He did not know how to respond or even if he wanted to participate. But his mother was adamant, and he finally gave in to her pleas. She kissed him deeply, and soon they were engaged in a passionate embrace. Her hands roamed all over his body, exploring and caressing every inch of him. She whispered naughty things into his ear and took him into a world of pleasure that he had never before experienced.
Her lips tasted like honey, her body like silk and her tongue like fire. He felt like he was being consumed by her, that she was taking all of him. His fear disappeared, and he was overcome by desire. He wanted to please her, to satisfy her every whim, to make her happy. And so he did.
He moved his hands all over her body, exploring every curve, every crevice. He tasted her, his tongue tracing her neck, her breasts, her belly, her thighs. His lips teased her, his tongue lapping up her juices. He kissed her deeply, and soon their passion was at fever pitch. He entered her, and she took all of him in. His thrusts were hard and deep, and she moaned in pleasure as he took her to the heights of ecstasy.
Their lovemaking was nothing short of amazing. He felt like he was in a trance, unable to comprehend what was happening but eager to experience it all the same. He moved in and out of her with a wild abandon, her orgasm hitting her like a tidal wave. He continued to kiss her, to suck her nipples, to thrust into her until finally, they both orgasmed together.
The moment was intense, and as they lay there in each other’s arms afterwards, panting and exhausted, he finally felt a sense of peace. The hatred he had held for so long had been replaced with love, and he realized that his mother had just given him the best sex of his life. From that moment on, things were different between them. There was a newfound understanding, and a tenderness that he had never felt before.
Mother Abuse is no longer a topic of fear and shame. It can be a powerful source of healing and connection, and a reminder of how powerful love and pleasure can be.
