Hello, everyone. This is my first post at the board, and I must say I'm impressed with what I've seen thus far. Namely, the honesty and maturity of the posters, which is uncommon at similar boards. My story is very lengthy, because the experiences Iíve been through have been incredible. Iím sure the majority of you are more interested in the sexual aspect of relationships with kin, but the emotional aspect of these relationships are really special.
For anyone who is interested, here is my background information. I'm 18 years old and live in Los Angeles, CA with my mother, who is 37. My parents divorced two years after I was born, mainly due to my father's heavy drinking.
Growing up, I absolutely worshipped my mother. She was a very supportive and loving parent, and more importantly, my best friend. I was never embarassed nor intimidated to talk to her about something that was on my mind.
Even as a kid, I was thrilled by the prospect of being nude in public areas, and I always dreamt of getting caught doing so. I would always go skinny-dipping in our pool at home, and would try to expose myself and attract the attention of strangers. I had several thrilling incidents, one of which I clearly remember.
After school each day in 3nd grade, I had two hours to kill at the playground since my mom didnít come to pick me up until 5:00. However, one day I neglected to tell my mother that we were going to be let out of school at noon, with the start of our holiday vacation. This mistake gave me 5 hours of playtime, with the entire playground for myself, since most kids had already left. However, I found out that I was not alone. I met a girl named Ashley who had apparently forgotten to tell her parents as well. I found out later that she lived just across the block from my home.
We played for a long time, but even a playground started to get boring after a few hours. We both decided to go up to the ďclubhouseĒ, a crudely constructed playhouse situated alongside the monkey bars. While going up the ladder, I noticed that she was wearing very tight-fitting panties, and I got an eyeful on the way up. Once up there, I told her that I liked her panties and wondered if she could show them to me. She giggled and nodded her head and I curiously asked if she could take off her dress, and without a lot of hesitation, she removed it and giggled again. She then wiggled out of her panties and I soon followed suit. We sat there and explored each otherís bodies until it was time for our parents to come.
I went over to Ashleyís house several times throughout the rest of the year, and every now and then we would take off our clothes and play around with each otherís young bodies, and I noticed that she would constantly rub my penis. I asked her if she had ever seen one before, and she giggled and told me she had seen her brotherís and her fatherís. She told me she put them in her mouth and sucked them like candy. This was the first time I was introduced to the subject of incest, and I was fascinated by the idea. I never asked her to perform oral on me, and unfortunately, we saw less and less of each other until the visits stopped completely.
The mood was very casual around the house, and my mom would usually walk around the house in a shirt of some sort and her panties. We would often cuddle on the couch together while watching TV, and I would rest my head on my motherís lap. One summer day, (the summer after I had finished 3rd grade), I remember going in to my motherís room to ask about dinner and found that she was completely naked, and was drying herself off with a towel. She smiled when she saw me and for a long time I stared at her body, which was much more fascinating than Ashleyís had been. She asked me if I needed anything and I suddenly blurted out that I wanted to take a bath. My mom had given me baths until I was about 7, and offered to give me baths every now and then, which I readily accepted because I loved being with her. When I said this, she smiled again and said ok, and I pulled off my clothes while she filled the tub with water. Once the bath was ready, I got in and she started lathering my hair, but she did not put on any clothes before bathing me. I was very excited, because the circumstances were very unordinary, and I had never really seen her tits before, or noticed how huge they were. Bath time was basically devoid of conversation, since I was staring at my motherís chest practically the whole time. I remember my mother smiling when I pretended I was not looking at her chest, and I tried to seem nonchalant about the whole affair. In later years, I realized that she was somehwat hesitant to engage in any type of sexual fondling or such, since I was still so young.
Later that month, I was swimming in our pool, naked as usual, when my mother came outside. I was totally caught by surprise, but I wasnít really embarassed. Iím sure my mother had seen me skinny dip a few times, but this was the one time where I was seen in the act. She greeted me, and commented on how hot it was outside. I told her to come swim with me, and she frowned and said that she didnít have a bathing suit. I told her that she didnít need one, I didnít have a bathing suit either, so she stripped down and got in the water with me. Once again, I looked at her body and took special notice of her curves and shape, and spent an hour or so in the pool with her.
There werenít very many significant events that occurred until my late childhood and early teen years. I had a lot of friends at school, but the person I loved spending time with most was my mother. We went on a vacation to Hawaii together, and it is probably my favorite memory of my childhood. We were very close, and we never argued about trivial matters. When I was about 13, I began going through puberty, and started looking at pornography on the Internet. I wasnít sure what my mother would think, so I didnít look at it that often. It was mostly softcore pictures, with some lesbian pictures every now and then.
I remember one day looking at a picture of a beautiful black-haired woman with a large chest, flat stomach and round ass, and
thinking to myself that my mom looked much prettier than she did. It was around that time that I started to see my mother not only as a loving, caring parent and a friend, but also as a very attractive woman.
Eventually, the day came where my mother caught me looking at pornography on the computer. I was startled when she said hi and asked what I was doing, but I was somewhat reassured by the calmness of her voice. I tried explaining to her about these new urges I was feeling and such, and she gave me one of her incredible smiles and told me that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing, that the human body is a beautiful thing, and sex is a part of life, and she understood completely. She also revealed to me that she enjoyed looking at erotic pictures herself, which I was amazed and thrilled by. I felt so much love for that woman right there, for being so understanding and told her so, and it was a great moment.
My mother had a friend who was involved in the adult entertainment buisness, and she promised to let me meet her, which I did a few years later. Sheís a wonderful person and very beautiful, and we still get together every now and then whenever we get a chance. After the computer incident, I found that my mother had downloaded some pictures as well, but they were basically along the same lines as mine, mainly solo pictures of nude women and lesbians. She also had a folder with pictures of naked men as well, but I didnít feel too compelled to look at those.
We didnít keep many secrets from each other after that, and I knew I could go to her with any problem I had since she promised to always be there for me and support me, no matter what.
I had made a lot of friends by my freshman year, and I almost always had friends over at the house. On one occasion, I was playing video games with two of my friends when my mother came in and brought us drinks. Whenever we had company at the house, she would put on shorts instead of walking around in her panties, but she looked great nonetheless. We thanked her, and when she had left, my friends immediately turned to me and exclaimed how hot my mother was. I felt kind of proud and agreed with them, feeling no shame in admitting that my mother was beautiful. None of my friends ever ridiculed me when I agreed with them, because I was a well-respected guy.
After a long day of school one day in my sophmore year, I came home and walked into my motherís room to get on the computer, when I saw her lying in bed, nude and asleep. I forgot all about the computer and walked over to my mother and gazed at her sleeping form. I remember looking at her beautiful face and body and knowing that no matter what I did, she loved me unconditionally and we had the greatest bond a mother and son could have. I was so overwhelmed with emotion for by this wonderful woman that I leaned over and passionately kissed her soft lips. My mom woke up, and was momentarily taken aback, but then she eagerly returned the kiss, and my heart raced as our tongues entwined and I reached over to run my fingers through her hair. When we finally broke apart, I told her how much I loved her, and with tears in her eyes, she said she loved me too and we exchanged another deep, loving kiss.
From then on, we were much more passionate and loving to one another, and I passed up going to parties many Friday nights and instead just watching movies at home with my mother while cuddling together on the sofa. One night, we were playing a game of Twister at home, and I just happened to be playful and horny that night. She finally fell over on me, and we laughed hysterically as I wrestled to gain the upper hand. In the heat of the moment, I kissed her and placed my hand on her chest, which I hadnít yet done to her, and she stood up pretty quickly. I thought I had crossed the line, and was about to apologize, when she pulled her shirt off and her panties, and stood in front of me, nude. She shivered, but it probably wasnít due to the cold. My heart was racing a mile a minute, and I could hear it pumping in my chest. I started to take off my shirt, and my mother pulled off my shorts and boxers, revealing my stiff penis. She stared at my groin for a while with wide open eyes, as my cock was much larger than it had been a few years ago. We looked into each others eyes and she whispered into my ear that she loved me, and I did the same, kissing her ear lightly and trailing down to her neck, before kissing her deeply on the mouth, which she returned with equal fervor. She pushed me back on the couch and gently took my cock in her hand. It was an incredible sensation, and her hand was so soft and warm that I felt my loins quiver and was about to ejaculate immediately. I lasted only about 20 seconds, but when I told her I was about to cum, she held a large breast with one hand and massaged my cock before I exploded and shot load after load onto her chest.
We kissed again, and due to the raging hormones in my body, it didnít take me very long to get hard again. She was about to move her hand to my cock again when I stopped her and told her that I wanted to please her just as much, so I lowered my hand to her warm pussy. The lips were puffy, and she only had a short, thin trail of pubic hair at the top. I carefully inserted a finger into her wet womanhood, and she groaned softly, running her fingers through my hair and massaging herself with another hand. The inside of her pussy was a pinkish color, and was very tight around my finger. After a minute or so of gentle massaging , I inserted another finger, and pushed deeper as she bucked against my hand. With my other free hand, I opened her legs to give me better accsess to her loins, and as she groaned, I was so thrilled to be making the woman I loved most feel so good. She orgasmed shortly after, and my hand was covered in her sweet-smelling juices. We had a long shower, and she invited me to explore her body further, and I was especially amazed by her healthy-sized ass, which was shaped like a peach, perky and soft to the touch.
For the next week, my mother and I would masturbate each other, and it was such a wonderful experience. I really wanted my mother to perform oral on me, but I decided not to ask her because getting a handjob was wonderful enough as it was. On one occasion, while we were on her bed, my mother pushed me back against the back of the bed, but before lowering herself to my cock she looked at me with those bright eyes and without even saying anything, I knew she was asking me if I wanted her to take it to the next step. I nodded and stroked her face gently, and slowly, she lowered herself to my cock and began sucking it while using the other hand to stroke the lower part of my shaft. Recently, I had been lasting much longer with my mother, but the feeling of that warm mouth that I loved to kiss so much on my manhood. After about a minute, I warned her that I was about to cum, and thought that she would let me shoot my sperm on her chest as usual. This time, she guided my cock to her face, and I shot my load onto her face and lips. It was such an amazing feeling, and I watched with wide eyes as she slid her finger into her mouth and sucked it deeply before wiping the rest of my semen off her face.
We have not yet had intercourse, because we have both come to the agreement that we will wait for the right moment. In any case, Iím perfectly content with things the way they are, and I couldnít ask for a better person to share it with.
My mother has discussed getting together with any of her three sisters, so another family member in the picture is always a possibilty.
Thanks for listening to my story, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask.