My name is Adam. I live in Australia. The following is the story of two sexual encounters I had with my mother, around four years ago when I was seventeen years old. I am now twenty-one. I have never told anybody this until now.



When I was around sixteen years old, I began to masturbate frequently. During any opportunity where I found myself alone, for even a short period of time, I would masturbate. This also included masturbating in the shower most mornings before school. I lived at home with my mother Michelle, who was forty-six years old during this period, and my father David. My parents both worked, and in the afternoons I would often be home alone for an hour or two, because I got home early from school, and my mother had not returned from work yet. I would almost always use these opportunities to masturbate.



My father kept a tube of KY warming lube, along with some soft core porn magazines, condoms, and one or two sex related books in the bottom drawer of his bedside dresser. He was obviously unaware that I knew about these, and I didn't find the magazines particularly exciting, but I would occasionally use the lube while I masturbated in front of the computer. I would watch all sorts of porn on the internet, young teens, fat women, mature women, even shemales.



One afternoon while I was in my father's drawer getting the lube, I saw an envelope from a photograph development store. I opened the envelope, and to my surprise, the photo's were of my mother. From memory, I'd say there were about forty photos in the envelope, and they looked around twenty years old. They showed my mother in a number of different poses, in some of the photographs she was completely naked, in others wearing lingerie. Some of the photos were extremely provocative, with several showing my mother spreading her legs, or her ass cheeks wide open, revealing her vagina and asshole.



My mother Michelle is a relatively short lady, around five feet five inches I would guess, and around 110-120 pounds. She has quite large breasts, that have sagged considerably overtime, but still shapely nonetheless. She has very pale skin, and brunette hair to around shoulder length. She was obviously much younger in these photos, and her breasts were perfect, she had large pink nipples, and a bush around her vagina that she had kept well maintained. I was surprised that my initial reaction was not one of disgust, but one of complete attraction. I began to masturbate to the assortment of photos and it wasn't long before I had an intense orgasm. I shot a huge load all over the bathroom floor.



After that day, I had a secret attraction to my mother, which I knew was wrong. It got to the point where almost every time that I masturbated, I would retrieve the photographs from my father's drawer, and imagine fucking my own mother while I shot my load. I would imagine eating her cunt and her asshole, or fondling her breasts while she sucked my cock. I would have intense orgasm's, and it was never long before I came. This had been going on for over a year when the next part of this story took place.



I was seventeen years old now. I was studying for my high school certificate, and it was around four months before my eighteenth birthday. I wasn't a virgin, and I had fucked two different girls, but had only had sex seven times. I was extremely horny all the time, and from memory it had been over six months since I'd had sex. I was still masturbating frequently to the photograph's and thoughts of my mother, and I had imagined fucking her countless times, and had even debated ways I could pursue some sort of sexual experience with her.



One afternoon, I was jerking off to the photos, when I heard my mother park her car in the driveway. I quickly packed away the photo's and ran off to my room. I was only half finished and extremely horny. I put my shorts back on in my room, and sat there, thinking. I heard my mother walking up the stairs to the second story of our house and call out to me. This is when I made a decision that would change our relationship forever. When my mother Michelle came into my room, I remember that a wave of horniness engulfed me. I still had a huge erection under my shorts and wasn't trying to hard to hide it. She worked at a school, and was wearing black heels, black stockings, a grey skirt and a white blouse.



We started to talk for a few minutes about how each others days were, what we were having for dinner, the usual bullshit. About halfway through the conversation, I put my hands into my shorts and began to play with my cock again quite discretely. I plucked up the courage to stand up, and I walked over and stood closer to her while we talked, still fondling myself. As we talked, I got a little braver, and eventually started to slowly stroke my cock, which was rock hard. I was very nervous at this stage and my heart was beating fast, but I was overcome with lust and my concept of what was appropriate and inappropriate had gone out the window.



By this stage, I knew my mother had noticed what I was doing, but she chose to ignore me, she was quickly trying to bring the conversation to a close, and I knew this was my chance. I pulled out my cock and began to stroke it in front of her in full view, I kept looking her straight in the eye. My cock was quite well sized, around six and a half inches when it was very hard. She was shocked, she stopped talking, looked at my cock and asked my what I thought I was doing. I didn't reply, I continued masturbating. She tried to walk away, but I grabbed one of her arms with my left hand and held her, she tried to shake me off, but I was much bigger and stronger than she was.



I continued stroking my cock for a while, despite her repeatedly telling me to let her go. Eventually, she stopped struggling, and looked me in the eyes, shocked. I grabbed her other arm and managed to wrap one of her hands around my cock. To my surprise, she didn't resist, but held onto my cock for a few seconds, looking at it. I put my hand on top of hers and began moving it, so that now she was stroking my cock. Eventually, I moved my hand away and she was stroking it by herself. The moment I had imagined for so long was finally coming true.



She stroked me for a while, before taking her other hand and fondling my balls with it. The feeling was incredible. At this stage I got even more ambitious. I put my hand on her shoulder and pushed down until she dropped to her knees. She continued to stroke my cock, and kept her eyes fixed on it. I pushed my cock up to her lips, but she turned her head away. I was desperate to have my cock in my own mother's mouth, and I began pushing it onto her face, suggestively. Spots of my pre-cum shined on her face, and she said something like 'No, we're not doing that'. I remember asking her, saying 'Please, just a little bit'. Eventually, she gave in, and I slipped the head of my cock into her warm mouth for a few seconds.



By this stage, the whole incident had lasted less than two minutes, but I was very close to cumming. Foolishly, I said 'Uhhhh, mom, I'm gonna cum', and she pulled her head away from my cock in horror. As she did so, I shot an enormous load, most of which landed on the floor, but some of the cum dropped down onto her skirt. I sat back on my bed, disgusted with myself, I couldn't look her in the eye. I remember she got up and walked off into the kitchen. I was both amazed and disgusted with what had just happened.



I stayed in my room for the rest of the night, and my mother and I didn't talk for a couple of days. My father was unaware of what had happened, and I remember being frightened about what might happen if she told him, but luckily she didn't. After the initial feelings of guilt and disgust went away, my lust for my mother returned. I masturbated continually to the thought of my own mother sucking on my cock, and I began to wonder if it would happen again. I wondered if perhaps I could have pushed my luck further, and fondled her breasts.



Things went back to normal after a few days and we both just pretended like it had never happened. There was no sexual contact between my mother and I for another six months. Then, something incredible happened.



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