Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Who Says I Can't Fuck My Mother? Ch. 02

... All the men just used her. Used her body, fucked her, and then went on. I loved my mom, still do. I actually adore her. For me there is no better, nicer, more beautiful, hotter woman than my mom.

I think that has been the conflict. I loved her all those years, never stopped loving her, never disappointed or betrayed her. All those other men were allowed to fuck her; she gave herself willingly to them; and I had to lie in my room and listen how they worked her. Listen to her moaning, listen to them fucking her, then listen to her crying when she was betrayed again.

I watched how she'd try everything to make them like her, even love her. But the more she did for them, the more they abused and used her. But that was over now. I would love her, fuck her, mount her like a ho, and I would always love her.

She was quiet. Normally she would chat, chat about mundane things, ask me about my friends or girlfriends, college or what I was busy with. I always had a very good relationship with her. I never really met my producer, or the man she married, whom she had divorced after 9 month.

I asked, "Why are you so quiet?"

She said nothing; took another sip of her coffee; cut a bit of her egg, put it on a piece of bacon, put it into her mouth, and chewed, relishing the taste. I knew she was thinking of how to formulate the next sentence. She always did that when she was thinking about something.

She chewed for a long while, whatever she was eating. I know she loved food, ...

... and this helped her relax and think. Then she said slowly, "You know we should not have done this!"

She chewed a while longer, and continued, "You know, beside it

being illegal, it is also very wrong. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely enjoyed what we did. As a matter of fact, I had my best orgasm, nay orgasms, ever."

She took another piece of egg, chewed more, and then said, "But I don't think we can ever, should ever do it again."

She looked me in the eyes, and I did hold her gaze. I sipped on my own coffee and then said, "Mom!" - I virtually never used that term, as I normally would call her by her first name, Dory, short for Dorothy - "You will always be my mother. You will always be THE most important person in my life."

I continued, "You cared for me and worked your ass off to provide for me. Now it is up to me to do the same. I will be your man, the man who works for you and cares for you. I will respect you and protect you and treat you like a queen."

I added, "But I also will have you in bed. I will work you as you want, and as you need to be worked. I will make gentle love to you, and I will fuck you like a street whore. I will mount you like an animal and maybe even give you away to others, to be used. I want you to teach me, experiment with me, and I want to show you what I can do."

And from being very serious, I all of a sudden became aware that my mother was sitting next to me only with a towel wrapped around her.

I looked at her and said in ...