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Wrestling with Mom

... pain. He jumped on me and I shoved him off and cried. I immediately apologized. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” I was saying it to everyone, Bear, my mom, myself. I stomped to my room so no one would see me about to cry. It wasn’t a big sob but just frustration and exhaustion had gotten to me so I was getting all teary. But as I got my pillow wet and disgusting with my tears and snot, I started making myself cry more. I’d tell myself things that I knew weren’t true like “Nobody likes you, that’s why you never go out” or “Your teachers give you Cs and Bs because they hate you too.” I just wanted to have a big cry and get everything out that’d been building up for too long. I even said, “Even your mom hates you!” Mom came in and talked to me after I was finished crying. She seemed to know exactly how much time I needed. She opened the door and Bear rushed in and licked my salty face which I liked because I thought it looked like I was just wet with drool and not tears. Mom sat down and told me how I was being a man and that maybe she had been too dependent on me for helping around the house. I was just a k** after all, even if I was 17. She said she could probably manage while wrestling lasted but that after “the playoffs or whatever” (as she put it), I had to help as much as I could again. I agreed. I played it cool but I was really excited and I think she saw that because she kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for being the man of the house. I got up and hugged and kissed her ...

... too, again on the cheek but the corner of our lips accidentally touched too. I think it was a mix of the excitement of the situation and the kiss, but once she left I closed my door and slowly jerked off. I started by thinking about this Jewish girl at my school who had big tits that everyone gossiped were fake though we all knew they weren’t. But something happened in my head where Mom kept popping in. I resisted at first and f***ed myself to think about the Jewish girl, but when Mom intruded into my fantasy, it felt really good… so I let her stay, I let her participate – and she was wild in my dreams! And when I finished, I moaned “Mawwww-m.” This is a bit disgusting but we’re already talking about i****t so might as well share it all. When I shot my load, I was so excited it hit my chin. It’s done it since but never when thinking about other women. Anyway, after my first jerk-off session fantasizing about Mom, I was disgusted with myself – but I had also admitted I really wanted her. It wasn’t just an uncomfortable inkling in my loins. It was really, truly what I wanted. I wanted to fuck my mom. And that night, I jerked off again just to see how great it felt when I thought about her from the start, and I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about her again. Now that I had accepted my i****tuous feelings, it was a new and exciting taboo that got me thinking about other ways to enhance this experience. I had never been interested in panties before but I’d seen it on ...