My hands were shaking. The knot in my stomach was a constant reminder of what I had to do if I was ever going to be sane again...
She, who is my mother, was sitting on the couch reading one of her many romantic novels, oblivious to my pain. Before I get into my problem allow me to describe what has been torturing me for the past five years: My mother is what I would call cute and pretty. She's a natural beauty who never needs more than a little make-up to enhance her beautiful hazel eyes or her plump, red lips. Her straight, chestnut hair has blonde streaks which makes her look younger than her forty-one years.
The best part of her, though, which is also the source of my pleasure and pain, was her round, bubble butt. Every time she walks around the house in her panties, my mouth instantly waters at the sight of her plump cheeks which roll out and around with each step that she takes.
From where I stood in the kitchen, I could see that she was wearing her sexy, pink panties today with a white t-shirt that hugged her ample jugs. Her nipples stood at attention, teasing me to come suck them through their confines. Her thick, toned legs were folded under her like one of those playmates from the seventies posing in sexy lingerie.
I was trying to gather up my nerve to walk over and let her know how much I needed her mouth-watering ass. But before I do that, let me tell you what brought me to the state I'm in now.
When I was eighteen, I first noticed what a woman's body could do to a young teen. I was in the dining room and I had just finished my sandwich. I was going up to the second floor bathroom to pee and wash up before going to listen to some music. When I got there, the door was slightly ajar; I heard the bath water running in the tub. I figured my mom was preparing for a nice soak. So, I thought I still had enough time to do my business and leave her alone.
Nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see when I opened the door: There, resting her knees on the lip of the tub, was my mother scrubbing the wall. Every move of her arm would jiggle her sweet panty covered ass, side-to-side. I didn't want to stare but I couldn't help it. I began to feel funny all over, from my head down to my cock. I couldn't believe it; my mom's ass looked like some kind of perfect heart. Each round, succulent cheek was separated from the other by a half-inch gap which greedily swallowed her panties into her crack. When she moved down toward the bottom of the tub, her panties would ride up her crack revealing more of those mouth watering mounds. I could actually make out a few stray hairs here and there, which only made my cock harder than it already was.
I stood there, unmoving, as if in a deep trance. My mouth went dry and my hands began to tremble. My immature brain, at the time, couldn't make sense of the feelings that overcame my body. After staring another couple of seconds, I quietly made my way out and left with the image of that amazing ass burned into my mind.
From there on, I began to take notice of my mother's ass and of asses in general. Every time I did this, my mouth would always become dry and my hands would start to tremble, not to mention my cock becoming really hard. It wasn't until the following year when I turned eighteen that I knew what I wanted in life, aside from a career that is. What I wanted--no needed, more than anything in the world, was to fuck my mother's ass. Initially, I felt bad for having these sick thoughts about my mother, but I guess lust and love quickly destroyed any feelings of doubt.
When I got home from school the next day, I was so excited about jerking-off that in no time at all, I stripped down and pulled on my cock to images of mom's plump ass being ravaged by my hard shaft. In less than ten seconds I was spewing my cum all over the sheets of my bed. I wanted to do it again, but I was too drained. It was the most powerful orgasm I ever had. So instead, I cleaned up and took a long nap before dinner. After I had eaten, I went to my room and jerked-off again since I still felt somewhat refreshed after my nap. I jerked-off one more time until I fell into a blissful sleep dreaming of my mother's ass in the bathroom while she scrubbed away.
After a few weeks of doing this, my mind began to fail me: I started to become withdrawn and depressed since I knew mom would never allow me to have her in that way. I no longer hung out with my buddies after school or talked with anyone except relatives that would come by to visit. Who would believe it, a depressed eighteen year old son who wanted to fuck his mother's ass! I was withdrawn socially and I could only put it down to wanting my mother.
My mother noticed my sulking and began to worry. She kept pressing me to tell her my problems but I wouldn't budge. She made it clear that if I ever needed to talk to her about anything at all, she would always be there to listen. I really felt bad putting my mom through this, but I didn't know what to do—until now. So, here I am, nineteen, nervous as hell and ready to go talk to her about my problem.
I want to state for the record that I'm only doing this out of concern for my mental health rather than for the sex.
Out of pain and desperation, my feet started to move on their own, toward the sofa.
She saw me approaching and gave me a big smile which made my heart melt. I knew she loved me--her pride and joy, but I loved her more than just as a mother.
"Mom."
"Yes dear," she sweetly said.
"Mom, remember how you said I could talk to you about what's been bothering me for the past couple of months."
She perked up at the fact that I finally wanted to discuss my feelings. If she only knew what those feelings were.
"Ahuh. Do you wanna talk now, sweetie?"
I shook my head and sat down next to her on the sofa. I looked down at the rug for a couple of seconds before saying anything. This gave me the time to collect my thoughts. I was way to nervous to look at her eyes.
"Alex, look at me."
"Mom, please don't ask me to look at you right now. This is harder to do than you can ever know. Just promise me that you'll let me finish what I have to say, no matter what."
"Of course I will, honey."
I took a deep breath to control my trembling hands. My mother noticed this and cupped my hands into hers to calm me down enough to speak.
"It's okay honey, just say what's on your mind. Okay."
"Okay, mom."
I forced myself to look into her eyes and began to blurt out everything, from when I saw her cleaning the bathroom that day to how I'd endlessly masturbate thinking of her lovely ass.
"Mom, you can't imagine how long it has taken me to find the courage to talk about this. Please don't judge me or tell me I need to go see a shrink.
"Don't be silly. Lots of boys are attracted to their mothers though not as passionately as you are, I'm guessing."
"Well, you may change your mind once you hear my request. I need to ask you this huge favor...I need...Mom, you've gotta understand that I don't think I'll be able to grow up a normal adult without your help."
