I Had Sex With My Mum
It was a late night and I was feeling particularly naughty. I had been feeling sexually frustrated lately and I wanted to do something about it. After a few hours of trying to think of something that would satisfy my needs and not cause any consequences, it suddenly dawned on me: I could have sex with my mum.
I was immediately filled with a mixture of excitement and fear. On the one hand, I thought of how incredible it would feel to experience such an intimate and forbidden act with the person who raised me. On the other hand, I was scared of the consequences that would follow if we were ever caught.
But the combination of my raging hormones and the possibility of experiencing something so taboo was too tantalizing to ignore. I decided that I was going to do it, and I was going to do it tonight. I stood up, made sure that all the windows in the house were closed, and went to find my mother.
Slowly and silently I opened her bedroom door. She was already asleep in bed, snoring slightly. I crept up to her, took off all my clothes, and climbed into bed with her. I slowly and carefully began to run my hands over her body, caressing her gently.
At first she seemed unresponsive, until I started rubbing her back and running my fingers through her hair. She seemed to come alive and started to moan quietly. She replied by pressing her body against mine and wrapping her arms around me. She began to kiss me passionately and I felt my heart racing with excitement.
Before I knew it, we were making love. I explored every inch of her body with my hands and my tongue and I experienced sensations that I had never felt before. I felt her body respond to my touch and I could feel her pleasure as much as my own.
The experience was intense and overwhelming and before I knew it I had reached my climax. Afterwards, I lay in her arms and let the sensations wash over me. I felt relaxed and content, but most of all I felt in awe of this woman who had just given me the most amazing experience of my life.
Afterwards we lay in silence, just enjoying being close to each other. Eventually we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, and when I woke up the next morning, I felt strange and embarrassed. I had just had sex with the woman who had raised me, the woman who had always been there for me and was now dead to the world beside me.
The guilt and shame that I felt was so intense that I didn’t know what to do. I got dressed and left the house without saying a word to my mother. I thought that this would be the end of our little secret, but I was wrong.
A few days later, I came home from school to find my mother waiting for me in the living room. At first I was scared, thinking that she had found out what I had done and that she was going to yell at me or even throw me out of the house. But when she spoke, her voice was soft and gentle.
She asked me how I was feeling and if I was ok. I just stared at her, not knowing how to reply. She said that she wanted to talk about what had happened between us the other night. I was still too embarrassed to even look her in the eye, so I just kept staring at the floor.
But then my mother said something that changed everything. She said that she hadn’t just done it because she was curious or because she was feeling lonely. She said that she had done it because she wanted to give me something special, something that no other woman could give me. She said that she wanted to make sure that I understood how much she loved me, and how important I was to her.
It was then that I finally looked her in the eye and realized that the woman I had had sex with was not just my mother, but my best friend.
From that day on, our relationship changed completely. We never talked about what had happened again, but our bond became stronger than ever before. We started spending more time together and even though I was still embarrassed, I also felt closer to her than I ever had before.
I thought that I had just had a one-time experience with my mother, but I was wrong. Since that day, we have had sex countless times and it has become a special part of our relationship.
I know now that what we did was wrong, but at the same time it was the best experience of my life. I am so grateful to my mother for showing me how much she loves me and for giving me something that no other woman could ever give me.
