This is the first time I am telling this to anyone...

I used to spy on my mom in the shower. It probably started when I was in 7th or 8th grade, around when I started dating girls, which would have put my mom in her late 30's at the time. I do not know why, but she ALWAYS left her bathroom door cracked open. I continued to spy on her whenever the opportunity presented itself for YEARS to follow. I even recall spying on her after I moved back in after graduating from college.

For some reference, my mom was attractive, tall for a woman at about 5'6" with fair skin. She was always conscious of her weight, so she definitely wasn't heavy, but wasn't skinny either. She had perky pale white b-cup breasts, but her best feature was her pale white ass which was big and round and sloped gently down to her thighs.

She never caught me once. I was pretty careful about it, only taking the chance when no one else was home. She also had pretty poor eyesight and removed her glasses when showering. Her shower doors were the clear glass variety, so while peeping through the opening in the door my biggest obstacles were the fogging glass and the occasional towel draped over one of the railings on the shower door. I made sure to quickly and quietly leave her bedroom the instant the water flipped off, followed by an immediate jerk-off session in my bedroom or bathroom.

For some context on me, I was a 3-sport athlete in high school, popular and good-looking (by most people's accounts). I dated the best looking girl in my grade, and was sexually active beginning my Sophomore year, so I was a pretty normal (and fortunate) kid.

That's about it, secret revealed! I'm a 31 year old male now. I still recall the butterflies I would get in my stomach and the amazing anticipation I would feel leading up to it. To this day the mother/son genre is still one of my favorite fantasies.

My Mom and I are sexually active with each other every live long lustful day. Its true. I realize our relationship may sound a little unusual but the sex is not why I am revealing this confession.

We have sex; oral, anal, and even vaginal sex too. The vaginal sex is in positions where I don't necessarily have to look her in the face while I'm giving it to her, although she loves to watch my face when I cum in her. Just don't tell my Dad...

My Mother is, by forever far, the absolute best fuck and cum I have ever had... every time. She is so sexy and she always makes me cum as hard as possible for her. Usually a blowjob before school, and after school, we have some kind of intercorse when she gets home from work. Usually anal because its quick and clean for her. My Mom is very good about sneeking off with me when my Dad is home to suck me off sometime before its time for bed. The next day, we look forward to doing the same things all over again.

My Mom can really, "Turn it on," from start to finish. She is usually pretty serious when it cums to getting what she wants from me and me from her.

So, the reason why I am making this confession is right after I finish filling my Mom with my load, she giggles right after I cum in her. Something about me cumming in her, she thinks its funny and giggles. In her mouth, her butt, or even in her pussy, she giggles a little right after. I have asked her about it but she says she doesn't know why. It might be her way of making up for Dad's shortfalls in her sex life? Her getting some final satifaction, knowing he is getting nothing? Oh well, sorry Dad. I guess I really don't mind that she does it, so long as she lets me keep on finishing in her nice and hard.

My awesome sexy Mom!

I know its wrong, but we live in a very small town where there is not much to do. When I got home from work, he was bored and wanted to talk about us more from the other day.

I asked him what he had on his mind and he told me he wanted to talk about the prospect of us having sex at some point. I asked him why he wanted to have sex with me and he told me, "I like your hips."

I asked him, "What does that mean, you like my hips?" He told me he loved how curvy they made me. He told me, "I just wish you would let me get behind you, so I could lift up your skirt..."

I stopped him before he could finish telling me what he wanted to do with me. I removed my hand from infront of his face and told him, "Look, I'm not sure I really want to hear it."

After I saw the deep disappointment on his face when he started to walk away, I told him, "I would rather you show me instead," and to meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes.

I could hear him walking in on me. He was wide eyed when he saw me just how he said he wanted to have me... bent over the counter with my skirt pull to the side for him.

He got up on the stool behind me and dropped his drawers. I saw his face in the mirror; it was completely electrified. I could hardly believe what was about to happen.

It didn't take him long to rail himself into me with all of his slick wet precum either. After a few push attempts, he was in me deep all the way in no time. He grasped my hips, just like he wanted, and began to work me from behind.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap... he steadied himself on the stool, and then more pounding...

I watched him pump me from behind in the mirror as his pace quickened. By now, his face had a kind of, "Trance," look on it while he continued to railed himself in and out of me. As his eyes began to widen; he began to pulse much harder and faster for me... I knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

He watched himself give it to me while he stared at my, "Child bearing hips," he seemed to love so much. He was sooooo very rock hard for me now.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap... he continued pressing me harder and harder, faster and faster...

He was in desperate need to pump me full of his hot fury!

Then, as suddenly as I decided to let him fuck me, he began to blow his hot load in me as deep as he could as he pressed my hips with every shot.

Bold after bolt, shot after shot... I let him take all the time he needed to finish completly in me.

What can I say, I guess my Son just loves him some child bearing hips...

My Son was with me when I was shopping for some new perfume. I asked him if he liked an inexpensive one called, "Sunflowers?" As it turned out, he loved it... so I bought it. Little did I know he liked it so much, it was turning him on. After wearing it for a couple of weeks, I guess he couldn't take it anymore. His balls were blue and he needed me really bad. I found him in the kitchen after he just came home from school. I asked him if he had any homework to which he replied he didn't. I told him good, because there is something I wanted him to do. With him behind me, I leaned over the counter, flung my skirt aside, and told him, "I think your going to need a stool for this..." He saw me bent over in my heels waiting for him to get on the stool and take me from behind. My Son didn't hesitate to get on the stool, drop his drawers, and go for it. Of course, I had extra perfume on for him so he could cum really fast and hard.

About four years ago, I asked my Mother why has she lost weight? Why has she changed her daily dress? And other things too?

(I knew my parents were having problems which is why I asked her in the first place)

At 13 year of age, she seemed surprised I had noticed. I told her she looked very good and left it at that.

She smiled, thanked me, and added, "Well, for a woman who is 44 anyway..." She told me she was just keeping up with, "Some trends."

Looking back, I knew she was getting into the best shape possible all to keep my Father's interest in her or at least have him pay for all of her improvements before their quits.

Its not everyday when you leave for school, come home, and realize your Mother has replaced all of her bikini tops with much bigger ones that now need to be supported with support wires in them.

How could she think I wouldn't notice the, "New Mom," around the house with a new set of boobs like those, new suits, and new perfume too?

With Mom's new girls around, I wasn't complaining...

Its hard not to notice when my own Mother has, seemingly overnight, turned into the absolute MILF of my dreams. Hard in more ways than one for my hot Mom...

Despite my Mother's last efforts, my parents permanently continued to drift apart for other reasons and my Dad left for his new job out of state six months later. Too little, too late I guess. At least my Mom wouldn't have to work though.

I began to think about my new Mom in ways I never thought possible. I began to wonder as the new, "Man of the house," if my Mom would somehow give me permission to let me really be the man of the house. The man of the house in every way possible. For all of our new found time together. For her, for me, for us...

My Mom knew I was paying her much more attention now that we were on our own. Safe to say, she was more than aware I was constantly checking her out. Those new girls of hers were getting it done for me and it became obvious to both of us.

I would see her in the kitchen, on the couch, in the pool, out of the pool... I liked to watch her unload the dishwasher too. She would lean over to get the plates while I imagined what it would be like to hike up her tennis skirt and take her right then and there.

Often times, my bulge would clue her in as she would second glance at it.

Coming home from school, I called for my Mom. She answered from the basement.

I found her cleaning the floor and yes, she was on her knees when she asked me how my day was at school. I told her I was glad to be home. She bent over to continue with the floor. With her in her tennis skirt and bikini top, I couldn't help but grow hard for her.

I told her how happy I was to see her. My Mom looked back to thank me for the compliment and noticed I was at her full attention. My Mom just said, "I can see that, honey."

My Mom and I knew it was time... the time was right and it was right now.

My Mom smiled, spread her knees apart, rested on her elbows, and waited for me to take position behind her.

I couldn't wait to get behind her, hike up her skirt, and start in on my sexy swimsuit model Mom.

When I take my shower, I have to leave the door open. I never put it past my Son to sneek a peek through the steam, but when I started finding a few drops here and there on the wood floor outside my bathroom, I knew better. I knew my Son was more than just curious, I just knew he wanted more from me.

I have tons of freinds who are single Mom's who have curious boys at home too. They talk about them with me. Only my best friend let me know last year she and her Son have begun to enjoy much more with each other. She and her Son share the new, "Mother Son relationship," that are all the rage these days. She didn't have to go into any details, with the way her Son looks at her, I just knew they were fucking anyway.

She told me she would rather peek with her Son at her age rather than work at some huge committment with some other guy; too much work.

She defends her taboo Mother Son passion with the following:

She helps him concentrate on his homework to get better grades

She doesn't want him getting an STD

She keeps him occupied at home and out of trouble

She doesn't want him knocking up some bimbo school girl

She doesn't want him to get involved with one of their neighborhood Mom's or one of his teachers either.

She would just like to have him for herself. Jokingly she said, "Its either him or Fido, the family dog... lol."

She gave me a few tips on how to get things going with my Son and I have to say, I can't wait to get started.

First thing this morning, my Son asked me if I would be interested in helping him out with something. I said, "Sure, honey. What do you need me to help you with?"

He walked into my bathroom at full attention. I looked at him in surprize while he looked back at me hard as steel. Shocked, I didn't know quite what to think, although, I knew what he wanted.

Since he just turned 13 last month, I wasn't sure if he knew exactly what he was asking for.

This was quite a unique situation he put us in, but I felt obligated some how. I knew he had just watched me take a shower since I left the door open again for the steam.

Taking control, I wispered to him, "You know what would be best for you, honey?"

"No, what Mom?" he asked me quietly.

"For you to simply aim for my jackpot, honey." I took out a red lipstick and outlined my lips while he watched with intent. "Now, when I get on my knees honey, all you have to do is put your hard on inside Mommies jackpot, got it, sweetie?"

I dropped my towel, knelt down on my knees, and drew out onto my elbows. Tommy didn't hesitate to get behind me. I lowered my hips to alight them to his and waited.

Slowly, Tommy began to push up against my outline and slowly he began to enter me. I felt his precum slick us up. After a few push thrusts, a few partial in's and out's, he was finally side me; balls deep inside his wet Mother.

"Now baby, push back and forth, honey... back and forth in me." He did exactly what I told him as he was now well on his way; back and forth, back and forth...

He liked watching my boobs respond to his thrusts in the bathroom mirror.

My Son quickened his pace as his thrusts deepened. He was quiet and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer so I decided not to bother on telling him to pull out. He was well on his way to cumming inside of me and I knew he didn't know what it all meant anyway.

Oh, Mom... Mom...

(Grunting to climax... he began unloading into me...)

Schvitt! Schvitt! Schvitt!

Oh Mommy!

Thats it, baby!

Schvitt! Schvitt!

Schvitt!

Mom...

Oh, my baby!

Mommy...

Schvitt! Schvitt!

Schvitt!

After I took Tommy to school, I went to get a, "Plan B," kit and a new birth control perscription. Later, I didn't think twice about removing my profile from the dating websites I was on.