[The following story is fictional, and all characters are of legal age.]
It had been an eventful few weeks in the blossoming love affair with my mother.
Having turned 18 earlier that year, I looked forward to changes in my life, graduating high school and leaving home to start college. I never imagined that I would also start a passionate love affair with my mother.
Our lives otherwise moved on as normal, and we still loved each other as mother and son, but sexual desire and affection had been added to the mix.
We kissed like lovers as we would paw each other's bodies. I had begun sleeping in my mother's bed, where we each had masturbated the other. Now, I routinely began my bedtime laying next to my mother, making out in the dark, bringing her to climax before she did the same to me -- and before she confirmed my wild hope that she licked her fingers clean before settling down to sleep.
There was just one last bridge to cross: consummating our relationship, having sex with my mother.
I waited until high school graduation, making that momentous event the prelude to something much more personal.
Adding the necessary items to that week's shopping list and finding the right movie in our home collection, I made plans for that Friday night to be a date night at home: steaks and baked potatoes, store-bought chocolate cake, and Gone with the Wind, the romantic melodrama and my mother's favorite movie.
As the perfect date I helped cook the steaks, I got out our nicest china, and I snuggled with my mom on the den loveseat.
We walked to the hallway as the evening drew to a close, and I finally made my intentions explicit, holding her hands and looking into her dark brown eyes.
"Momma," I said, quite nervously beginning the speech I had planned and rehearsed over that entire week. "I've had a wonderful night, but I want more. You've devoted your life to raising me, and now that I'm about to go to college, I realize that I can never repay you for what you've done, but I can show you what you mean to me.
"I didn't realize it until a few weeks ago, but I want to be the man in your life, at least for a little while, and I want to love you like a man loves a woman."
"What are you saying?" my mother asked, as if she didn't know but needing to hear it out loud.
"Momma: I love you, I'm in love with you, and I want to make love to you."
"Do you know what you're asking?"
"Yes," I replied drawing closer, putting my hands on her hips and kissing her cheek so I could whisper into her ear. "I want to have sex with you. I want you to take my virginity. I want to come in your pussy. I want to fuck my mother."
I didn't know whether my language shocked her sensibilities as a dutiful parent, and I didn't care. I began to kiss her neck and nibble her earlobe. "Tell me you want me the way I want you. Let me have you, let me lay with you tonight."
