I sat next to my mother in the front row at my younger brother's wedding with her pussy full of my cum.

My Son loves it when I’m working him to climax, and when he gets close, I grasp his scrotum and pull it forward. I hold his balls forward so he will cum much, much harder for me. Once he starts slipping, I will suck him harder and harder until he has nothing left to give me. The harder I can make him cum, the longer he stays satisfied

When my Son was younger, we used to cosplay and when he got older we began to cosplay with more elaborate and realistic costumes. Mine more revealing.

My Son liked my Helen Parr costume from the incredibles. I knew he loved this one; I could easily tell with him eventually getting hard for me every time I would wear it. I played along from day to day, wearing it around the house, showing my curves, and turning him on.

We grew closer and closer until I knew he was ready for more. So, this week I put on a new costume; one I knew he would just go crazy over. It was a school girl with a halter top and a skirt.

We ended up having to stay late after school for detention for being naughty. We decided against detention and sneaked off to the restroom instead for some more Mother/Son play time. I played the submissive girl leaning over the counter top while he got on a stool and took me from behind in the mirror.

Later I asked him what his favorite part was. He told me he liked the way he rocked my girls back and forth in my halter top while he watched them in the mirror when he was taking me from behind.

Sorry for this long one. This is my first confession of this and there’s alot to unpack. But bear with me and I hope it works out for everyone.

I’m a 38(M) married, and cheated on my wife recently, but really don’t feel guilty about it. My mother just turned 60 in February, divorced for 4 years, but she and my father have basically been separated since 2012 or so. And the reason is entirely my dad’s fault, for reasons I can only confess here, and that being that he realized that he was interested in young girls and starting getting “friendly” with the kids in the neighborhood. In 2018, one of them reported it and the police became involved, which was the catalyst that led to the divorce, but that’s not important.

When I was about 10 years old, my dad became a long-haul trucker and left my mom, my little sister, and I home for months on end without seeing him. My mother has always been a bigger lady and suffers from leg and back pain as a result, and one of the problems with my dad being gone all the time was that my mom didn’t have anyone to give her the massages she “needed” to get through the day (she did work full time). After 8 months of suffering through, she finally asked me, her now 11 year old son, to step in. No problem, I basically just pushed on her legs and shoulders, no clue what I was doing, but it helped. However, in order to do this, she chose to take off her shirt and wear the smallest shorts she owned. Cue the development of my sexual interest in my mother.

This became a nightly thing for 6 years (until I was a teen with a car and dating and stuff), where my mom became so comfortable shirtless and with minimal clothing, that she would just fall asleep while young teen me would rub my slick, lotioned hands endlessly around her body. This, of course, became masturbation fuel and in the later years, I got pretty bold in “exploring” things that I claimed “I thought would help” like her hips, her butt, her upper chest, etc. So very close to doing things, but never quite crossed the line. I found out recently, though (explained below) that some of the times she was “asleep,” she actually wasn’t and was just so starved for male contact that she would kinda let me touch her, wondering if I ever would cross the line.

There were a few other things that happened during this same time: whenever my dad would come home, they would fuck like rabbits in their room which shared a wall and I would listen to them; my mom walked in on me using a wand massager on my crotch (over the clothes), and my mom once walked out of the shared bathroom not knowing that I was home from school and wasn’t wearing a towel.

But jump to covid. Because of Covid, my wife and I (we’ve been married since 2017) were struggling despite my wife still having her medical field job (I lost mine) and we ended up having to move into my mom’s house, taking over my dad’s “office” where he did his military plane model building. My wife works nights, and because of the pandemic, she was working super long hours, leaving Mom and I alone for long stretches. It was fine for basically most of the year, but right around New Years-ish (I don’t remember the specific day), Mom confronted me saying that she could hear me watching porn and she was concerned about my relationship since that’s how things started with my dad. I told her that the wife and I rarely saw each other and hadn’t been intimate since the beginning of the pandemic. AND since I’m a once a day kind of guy, that was a problem.

Jump forward to my Mom’s 60th in February. Things were opening up here, so Mom wanted to go out. We did, early, so that my sister, her kids, and my wife could attend. It was fun, and after we went home, my wife left for work. Mom started complaining about how her back and legs were killing her from doing so much standing during the party, and then she brought up my old massages. I told her I could do it again, since it was her birthday, and she accepted, but said she would keep her clothes on. I joking told her she didn’t have to since it wasn’t like I hadn’t grown up with her in her underwear my whole life. She ended up putting on her sweat pants, but left off her shirt (still in a bra though). Cue my erection caused by years of thinking of my mom sexually.

It was fine at first, I was just massaging her shoulders and back, then I got to her legs and things got a little different. She was guiding me through where her pains were and eventually I was right on her ass, pushing and kneading. I ended up getting practically on top of her to put my weight into the pressure, my head at her shoulder, and that’s when things got a little heated. I was breathing in her ear, she was moaning, I was basically dry humping her… Cue my mother’s starvation for physical male contact.

I’m actually not sure if she meant to just turn her head toward me to talk to me, but when she did, we kissed. I’m pretty sure it was an accident, but she was tipsy and after it started, we kept going. Eventually, the kissing and thrusting became very much less about the massage and legitimately about the moment. It was an intense dry humping that caused me to release some precum, but eventually, we stopped and I just “went to bed.”

We didn’t really talk about it other than a brief “sorry about the other night” awkwardness and moved on, pretending like nothing happened, but after having a barbeque on the fourth of July, she was tipsy again, and I, as would any guy I think, got a little horny thinking it might happen again. This time it was definitely deliberate. After my wife left for work, she said she was a little drunk and going to bed, but she left her bedroom door open, which she never does, and I have to walk past to go to my room. I did at some point a little after she “went to bed” and she was laying there naked. I could tell that she meant for me to see her, so I walked in and she laid there, obviously awake, looking at me.

I know I shouldn’t have, I mean, I’m married, but there was the woman I had thought about thousands of times over 20 years and I knew that if I didn’t now, I never would. So, I took off my pants, stepped up to my mother who had her legs open on the bed, placed my hands on either side of her wide hips, and slid myself inside her. I am not going to lie and say “we fucked all night” or something that you know is a lie. It felt amazing and she definitely enjoyed it (she was already wet with lube because I guess she’d been masturbating with a toy until she heard me walking down the hall), and I came inside her (she had a hysterectomy a few years ago). But realistically, I think I lasted 10 minutes at best, probably closer to 5 or 6. And it was just the one position, my hands on her hips and pulling myself as I thrust as deep as I could into her. There wasn’t any talking, just alot grunting, panting, touching, and then eventually orgasm.

Since then, things have been weird, both with my mom and my wife. My wife is home regularly now because things at her work are not nearly so chaotic, and that has meant that only in the late evenings are mom and I alone, and we can usually keep it together. Plus, I have a job again, so I'm not just around if my wife does end up working a long shift. My and I haven’t had sex since then, but my mom has been a little more “affectionate,” which my wife has noticed and thinks is weird. She wants to find a place of our own again, but not having a ton of bills is nice, and I feel like being at home will allow me a chance for it to happen again. All the "affection" definitely feels like she wants it… but it's been 6 months, so maybe I'm just reading into it too much.

I’m a single Mom with a Son. We were out looking at new model homes in a new development.

I could tell he was getting bored so I got creative. I asked him to go upstairs to see the bedrooms with me.

The house was quiet; we had it all to ourselves. I told him his job was to watch the entrance to make sure no one comes in. I told him my job was to blow him.

He looked out the window to make sure the coast stayed clear. He was doing such a great job, but so was I. I worked his cock with my hand as I continued to suck him off.

It only took a couple of minutes for me to make him cum. I thought his knees might buckle under my pressure, but he stood and delivered like a man.

We finished up with our Mother/Son blowjob and headed for the front door.

As we were leaving the house, the realtor stopped to ask my Son and I what we thought about the models. I told her, “Oh, my Son came and we were satisfied… but we will definitely cum again…”

When I was 28 and my mother was 49 we ended up having an incestous relationship that lasted for almost 5 years. It only stopped when my youngest sister almost caught us once. Imagine being a mother standing in front of your daughter in your robe having a conversation with your son's cum running down the insides of your thighs.

It was shopping time with my Son. I understand It's not exactly his favorite way to spend time with his Mother.

In the change room, I had to try on a few things, and in between me trying on tops, he saw my, "Girls."

Suddenly, I could tell he was interested in this part of our trip with him sporting a full on rage'r over his DOM, (Dear old Mom).

I told him to stand up as I took his pants down. He followed my directives. He didn't resist either...

He had some questions... but I told him no questions and I continued to firmly insist.

I told him to sit down, relax, and stay completely quiet for me; I told him, "Not one word more out of you, young man..."

He complied... he knew I was going to blow him...

I knelt down in front of him to grasp his raging hard on with one hand and lean him back with the other.

Again, I told him I was firmly insisting as I told him I wouldn't take no for an answer...

My Son looked on at me wide eyed as I took him in and started blowing him.

"Oh, Mom!" he whispered...

Shh! Shh! Shh!... I quickly shushed him. We don't want to be noticed in here, now do we sweetie? Just stay quiet and let Mommy get this done for you, okay baby...

I continued on with him. My Son quietly watching my red lips ripple up and down his throbbing rock hard cock. My lipstick forming a red base ring on his young shaft just above his ball sack with every pressured sucking stroke... Mmmm, such a naughty Mommy for my Son I was!

After a few minutes of this, he began to throb harder, he began to pulse faster, and I knew he was getting close for me.

Suddenly, my Son was starting to slip. I noticed his nut sack constricting and tightening up to both sides of his shaft. His balls were starting to roll over as he was gearing up to cum super hard for me. I knew now to start sucking harder on him to get him to cum as hard as he possibly could.

My Son grasped my head to steady my blows. He started to quietly grunt as he began blowing shot after shot of his hot boy cum deep into his own Mother's mouth. I handed his shaft up and down to work him harder for all of it. The harder I sucked him, the harder he would cum. He served up so much cum, so hard, and so quickly!

I eventually got everything I could out of him. He looked at me to see the aftermath of what he had given me to take care of. I carefully opened my mouth to reveal the large white pool of his cum I just sucked from his balls. I eliminated any of his doubts when I closed my mouth to swallow him down with one purposeful gulp. He leaned back never more satisfied in his young life.

After sucking all of my Son's rage and fury from his nuts, my Son's scrotum began to soften and relax to its normal size and shape; just as it should be. A good Mother can't leave her own Son sexually pent up with tight aching blue balls, especially if it's her own fault...

So, I sucked my own Son completely dry for his very first total ball draining experience ever!!! It's just what a loving Mother would want for her Son's very first blowjob ;)