I woke up exhilarated at about 6am. I got up, slipped some boxers on and tip toed to mum's door. I had left it ajar the night before, I looked in, she was still asleep, her sleeping mask still in place, her robe completely open, her hands were above her head though. She must have wriggled under the covers during the night, but we were having an unseasonably hot summer, so her sheets were tangled up around her calves.
I stood there looking at her for a couple of minutes, my dick was at half mast, I gently rubbed it over my shorts. I loved that woman so much. I began to feel pangs in my heart. All of a sudden I was disgusted with myself, for what I had done to her the previous night, tears welled in my eyes.
I decided there and then I would never do anything so horrid to her again. Tonight was going to be our date and if nothing happened tonight I would never go down this route again. She was my mother for Christ's sake. I wanted to be there for her and I wanted to give her everything she desired, if that was the love of a man, I would offer myself to her and let her decide whether she wanted to step over that line with me or not.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I took a quick shower and returned to my room to get dressed. I remembered I had taken some pictures of my knocked out mother the previous night, so I quickly grabbed my lap top and sat on my bed.
Suddenly the pangs of guilt evaporated and I justified to myself that this wasn't as bad as actually molesting her unconscious body, these were just photos, no one was being hurt, much like a husband might try to justify watching porn to his wife, 'I'm not cheating on you and I get to enjoy watching someone else do acts I wouldn't feel comfortable doing with you'. I'm pretty sure there's some logic in there, if you really wanted to find it!
I scrolled through the pictures. WOW. I was instantly hard. I don't mean to brag, but as unscrupulous photographers go, I was a good one! I quickly ran to my door and tip-toed across the hall to look in on my mum. She was still asleep, I crept down the hall to the bathroom and the laundry hamper, I fished through the dirty clothes and eventually found, right at the bottom, a pair of her worn knickers. They were just a simple white cotton affair, but would do the trick for me right now. I looked at them briefly, there were no signs they were dirty at all, I could have put them back in her drawer as is and she wouldn't know. I held them up to my face and inhaled deeply, a faint sweet musk mixed with a fabric softener smell raced through my nostrils. Such a beautiful aroma. I shot back into my room, yanked my shorts down and released my growing bone, as I slid onto my bed and began stroking myself looking at my naked unconscious mother.
I looked through the file thumbnails first, there were a lot to look at, I would say, over 50 for sure. I was, almost subconsciously, stroking my hardening cock through my shorts. I lifted my butt off my duvet and pulled them down past my butt cheeks now, so they were stretched between my thighs. I was transfixed by my lap top screen.
This was bad, something had seriously changed in me, I had no clue why, but the illicit taboo nature of things that were beginning to happen in this house was making me so hard, all the time. I swear my cock had grown another inch and the loads I was depositing into tissue paper, or my mum's knickers, if I could wrangle a pair, were almost twice as large as they used to be.
I stroked away, clicking on the 'next' arrow and seemingly getting even harder as the next picture would reveal a steady progression from 'softcore' to a more 'hardcore' set of images. As soon as I clicked on the jpeg of a drop of my cum on mum's face, my heart was pounding. I leaned back in the chair and moaned 'ohhh mum.'
I decided I was getting close, so slowed my pace. I had looked through every image now, so dragged the best ones into a new folder, and feeling bold (because lets face it, she wasn't ever going to find it on my laptop!), I labelled it 'MY WHORE MOTHER'.
There was something very hot about using words like 'whore' and 'slut', with regard to my beautiful, loving mother, almost like I was trying to illicit those types of character traits from her subliminally, like if I referred to her as a whore, when I'm around her in an innocent, 'normal' situation, like eating dinner with her or watching a movie, the fact that I was calling her a whore in my head would make innocent gestures, like licking her fingers or nervously smiling whilst watching a sex scene, take on erotic connotations and although I knew she didn't mean it that way, it would make those situations way hotter than they should be and I'd probably sit there awkwardly, sporting an erection, pretending my mother was coming on to me! Then I'd obviously have to disappear into my room to jack off and leave a fresh deposit in a pair of her knickers!
Getting back to my laptop and my new favourite porn star, I put the pictures on a slideshow setting, trying to hold out as long as I could, I set the slides to a 5 second per picture rate and sat back admiring my handiwork. I sat there furiously stroking myself, watching these lurid images of my own mother, slide across my screen, but as soon as I saw the first picture with my cum on her cheek, I started stroking harder for the end game.
It only took 2 more pictures before I felt myself passing the point of no return. I watched the screen intently as my legs stiffened and I began to release my load into her knickers. I barely made a noise as I shot 3 thick spurts of semen into her balled up white cotton panties.
It was so wrong, but I couldn't help myself, something about the whole clandestine vibe to what I was doing, was so hot. I clenched her underwear around my cock until the feelings of guilt subsided, then after those 5 seconds were up, I stepped out of my room and down the hall to the bathroom, where I lightly rinsed her knickers under the tap and watched the thick globs of my cum slide down the porcelain over the metal drain and vanish beyond, into the darkness.
I threw them in the laundry hamper, then picked it up and took the whole thing into the laundry room, separated the whites from the colours and threw a big load of clothes into the washer. I put a capsule in, some softener in the front drawer and set it going. I left the hamper with the whites in the laundry room and quietly padded back to my room.
I sat on my bed, dressed in shorts and a clean T, I'm nothing if not consistent! The feelings of guilt started creeping back into my mind, alongside some images from my favourite porn actresses. I would LOVE to be able to ask a Lady Sonia, or a Rachel Steele, or a Keri Lynn, or a Lilly James, or a Wendy Taylor, or a Brianna Beach, or a Syren De Mer, or a Deauxma, or a Amber Bach, or a Zoey Holloway, or a Sofie Marie, or an Erica Lauren, or a Margo Sullivan, or a Jodi West, wait, what were we talking about? I got side tracked!
Oh yeah! I would love to ask one of these professionals to help me with my predicament and role play it out with me, to help me get it out of my system, like some weird specialised therapist that helps young perverts get over their strange obsessions, by having sex with them (yes, that's a scenario I often looked at online! A mother and son see a therapist, who, ridiculously, suggests sex as a way to help what ever predicament they were there for! It's very hot!), but they were all so unobtainable and probably each dealt with a thousand requests a day from similar minded freaks, like me, so I totally realise none of them would ever waste any of their valuable time on a loser like me, and I knew I would still covert my own mother anyway, because nothing sent electricity through my body, quite like the idea of being inside my beautiful mother, eyes locked, smiling as I empty my balls deep inside her cunt. I know, I know, I have the blood of a romantic poet coursing through my veins!
I knew in the cold light of day it was wrong, but I was on a fast train approaching the town of 'Don't Give A Fuck', I felt a need within me growing by the day, I had it under control at the minute, but I began entertaining thoughts of hiring an older woman to play the role for me, I could probably even borrow one of mum's dresses for her to wear, to make it more authentic. I put that to the back of my mind for a minute, it would more than likely come to that, as the chances of my own mother finding herself in a situation where she openly encouraged her son to put his cock in her, were at odds around zero.
Anyway, we'll cross that bedroom when we come to it, for now I wanted to just lavish her with love and caring, who knows, maybe I would spark something in her? She did say she was sad because she felt she'd never date again, maybe, if the only viable option for a night with a willing, able and eager man, was in the bedroom across the hall, she might be more susceptible to the idea?
I was going to spoil her today, show her how it could be, if she gave herself to me. I went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her. Putting some fruit on a plate, a glass of orange juice and some cereal on a tray, I picked up her pill box and went in to wake her.
When I got to the door, she was awake, sitting up, the sleep mask pushed up on her forehead with strands of blond hair trapped beneath it pointing in all directions, her robe pulled tight over her body, her hand on her chin, lost in thought. I waited a moment to gauge if she had any inkling what might have happened the night before. I felt my pulse quicken and my face began to feel heat, the room seemed to close in around me as she seemed to move out of focus and further away from me.
I snapped out of it with a flood of relief as she turned and noticed me standing at the door like a gormless room service waiter. I pushed the door as her expression seemed to show her still deep in thought for a split second longer, then her whole face cracked into a smile, that wonderful, beautiful smile.
