*Warning: This story has mother-son incest themes. If you feel offended by this story, then perhaps you should find other works without the above theme.
About two years ago, I remembered scampering home from school with one thing on my mind, masturbation. The playboy magazines that were hidden under my bed, had burnt a hole in my memory all day.
I used my keys to enter our two-bedroom apartment and sprinted to my room. As I approached my door, I was startled by these muffled moans, coming from my mother's bedroom. Curious, I calmly opened her door and witnessed a magnificent view. My mother lay naked in the middle of her bed, with her creamy legs open, and she was masturbating.
I stood motionless, hypnotized by such a beautiful and unique sight. Her breasts bounced to the rhythm of her thrust, as her face was contorted in passion. Her moans grew louder from the vibrator's intensity, and I listened as her pussy made moist sounds when she climaxed.
Soundlessly closing her door, I raced to my room and sat on my bed, stunned by what I had witnessed. Even more astonished, were my trembling hands and my raging erection.
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My mother's name was Kayleigh. She had given birth to me at the age of eighteen, to a man who had taken her virginity. When she'd told him about her pregnancy, he left her. She did her best to raise me, without the assistance of her parents, since they had kicked her out when they found out about her pregnancy.
Some days we struggled, however, she always made sure that I had at least two meals for the day. When I got older, she told me that employers would fire her when it was discovered that she had a young child, who wasn't under supervision during her work hours.
Ultimately, she left me with an elderly couple and found employment at a grocery store. Then at night, she'll leave for a second job. I didn't know the name of this other job until I was eight years old. I'd followed her a few blocks away from our home and saw her enter a black car.
Subsequently, the vehicle began to shake, and after a few minutes, she stumbled out. The driver then declared, "Your tight pussy was worth every cent, Kayleigh."
"If you loved it so much, come and suck it, but it will cost you," she declared. I quickly ran home after I saw the man exit the car, raised my mother's skirt, and buried his face between her legs and they expelled a loud groan.
Throughout my teenage years, the attraction for my mother had evolved, and lewd thoughts formed of her sucking on my engorged cock. She only brought a guy home late at night, and each time, I'll stand outside her bedroom, and masturbate to their cries of passion.
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On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, my mother remarked that she'd prepared a special surprise for me. And as a guy who loved making jokes, I inquired, "Is taking my virginity your special surprise, mum?" Then I chuckled.
However, she gave me an alarmed stare, then turned away and mumbled, "Is it that obvious?"
Dumbfounded, I exclaimed, "Are you for real, mum? It was just a joke!"
She gazed at me sheepishly then explained, "Since I discovered that you loved to spy on me, I've imagined your cock hammering at my pussy as you stood outside my door, and played with your cock."
Mortified, I asked, "So you knew that I was watching all along, but you continued?"
"Yes, it was the thrill of knowing that you climaxed because of me, that kept me going."
Shoving my trembling hands into my pockets, I said, "I have a confession to make, mum."
"Oh yeah? Tell me what it is," she requested in expectation.
Nervous, I blurted, "I know what you do for a living."
Silence followed as she walked over to the couch and sat. Gazing at me, she asked softly, "How long have you known?"
"I've known about your job since I was eight years old, mum.
"I'm sorry, I was worried about what you might think of me when you found out. It was only meant to go on for a while, but I grew to love the trade and the attention that it gave to me. I was so fearful that you may hate me because of it."
"I can never hate you, mum. This job placed food on the table," I assured her. "You did everything that you could to raise me and I'm very grateful for that. But you didn't have to plan a party to tell me about your line of work."
Kayleigh made a guilty facial expression and I continued, "I mean, I'll accept your delicious offer since I've been aching to fuck your pussy for many years."
I sauntered to the chair and sat. And after a few seconds, I crept between her legs and observed as she opened them for me. When I dropped my head to taste her pussy, she stopped me.
"No, not yet. Be ready by nine PM, I want to take you somewhere," then she stroked my hair.
"Where will you be carrying me?"
"To the Gentleman's club where I work."
Nodding, we remained in that position for a while, as I gazed at her naked pussy, imagining all of the things that we were going to do that night.
