I've been recalling some of my memories about how I got into the cuckold lifestyle, they mostly started through my mother and our domineering incest relationship.
So let me tell you a bit about her and how she rocked my world.
She's about 5'5 and weighs about 60kg, she's got a nice toned and voluptuous shape to her. Her whole body is tanned and she takes care of her self so she's always got her nails painted and pedicured.
She's busty and she's got thick thighs and a quite a big ass, she doesn't really wear make up and it may be in my opinion ion but I don't think she needs to.
Now to the main reason I'm talking about her. My relationship with my mother has never been really normal when I've compared it to others and their relationship with their parents. It wasn't until I was in my late teens when I really started to noticed that I was sexually attracted to my mother as much as most of my friends and most guys were.
My father wasn't in the picture so for most of my life my mother had brought hundreds of blokes home and was never shy about fucking then in the room right next to me. Again as I got older I started to learn that my mother was pretty much a slut and sex was almost a hobby for her and she couldn't get enough of it.
I'd never brought friends home as my mother wore very skimpy attire around the house and never any underwear,. It was so exhilarating and at the same time such a normality after so many times growing up seeing my mother naked that often, she mainly wears little nighties that barely cover her.
I had a thing for my mother completely I can't lie but I really loved her legs and her feet, I'd always offer initially to give her massages and that turned into an expectancy. Every time she would come home from being out or working she'd either expect me to be there waiting or she'd mention that I'd forgotten something, it was the start of my mothers dominance over me, I would end up being in a very submissive relationship with my mother by a later time.
I would and could spend hours massaging my mother, I'd always use lotions or oils just to see her beautiful legs shimmering underneath my hands. I always let her know that I really enjoyed massaging her and I'd always have to tuck my dick up on my waist band to hide how hard she would get me. Sometimes she'd come home wearing tights and I'd have to convince her/almost beg to keep them on so I could rub her soft shiny nylon covered legs as the ultimate turn on for me.
I will never forget one time when I was home on a Friday night and my mother had come home with some guy she'd met in town, they burst through the door making out and immediately waltzed up stairs to my mothers room not even noticing me as they did. I gave it five minutes and headed back up to my room and sat in silence as the noises from my mothers room started to increase it wasn't long before my mother was moaning fiercely as her bad frame maintained a banging against my wall.
It stopped with what I can only assume was a change in positions but still I sat and listened with the hardest and biggest erection of my life, all I could do was keep edging and gooning my self as my mother took a hard fuck next door.
The only time I heard the guy was when he was cumming as my mother in a slutty seductive tone moaned yes at him repeatedly. This moment was so hot and the lustful dirty images that paraded around in my head were projecting a thousand a second, the craziest thing in all this though was that this whole scenario usually happened at least every 3-5 times a month.
The thing that made this time different though was that after my mother had finished being fucked and the guy had left, she knocked on my door and asked if I'd mind giving her a massage. I'd never had my mother approach me after one of her sessions before as she'd either pass out or have a shower and then chill for a bit.
The way my mother had asked let me know she was a bit drunk still and she had almost a mischievous tone to her voice when she asked me. I was taken back a bit because I had still been edging my self when she had knocked so I was still crazy horny but still obliged.
I followed my mother down stairs as she wore a sexy silk nightie that loosely hugged her figure as my cock twitched in my waist band, we went into the living room and she turned the tv on and lied down on the floor.
I grabbed the massage oil from the shelf and made my way over and placed my self at the bottom of her feet but with her feet resting in my lap with the toes on one of her feet ever so gently resting against my twitching cock, it wasn't the first time I'd rested my mothers feet against my cock and deep down I knew that she could feel it but she had never said anything or moved them away.
As I started rubbing and pressing down on my mothers soft delicate feet I could catch the lightest fragrance from her feet that had been cooped up in her sexy high heels all night. Everything about my mother was making me boil with absolute perversity, I'd have loved nothing more than to put her sexy toes in my mouth, licking each black painted toe!
After working on her feet for a while I began to coat my hands and her feet in oil and slide my hands into every crevice and wrinkle on her foot, feeling her perfect long toe nails run over my fingers felt heavenly. A while later again I began to make my way up to her legs, with my mother I could make my way all the way up to the inside of her legs where my fingers would be actually inches from going inside her and again she'd never really stiffened up or said anything or flinched away from it. The only thing I could guess is that I was doing enough of a good job at making her feel good where the rest of her thoughts about the wrongs and rights of it all drowned out but I had never ever had the courage to go further, I felt my mother just loved to tease and I loved it.
This time though when I shifted my self closer and pulled one of her legs aside so I could start massaging up her leg I was amazed to see her pussy glistening, absolutely soaked in cum! My whole body felt like it froze in time like I was trapped in stasis. Suddenly all I could hear was my heartbeat as I visually traced the wet lines along the insides of her legs where the cum had drooled out of her as we had walked down the stairs.