If you think you might have already read this story, you might have. I didn’t steal it. It got deleted by the mods of the subreddit I originally posted it in, so I’m reposting it here.
My parents divorced when I was 15. And contrary to common practice in the 90s, my father got primary custody of me and my brother. We lived with him through the school year, and spent summers with mom.
The last summer I spent with her was after I graduated high school. I was 18, and almost didn’t go, but my little brother begged me to spend one last summer with him, and I couldn’t tell him no.
About three weeks into the visit, I was going stir crazy. I didn’t have my car, so we were stuck at “home” when her and Ryan, our stepdad, were at work. We were bored to tears, and I was also losing my mind from pent up sexual frustration.
I had a girlfriend back home, and I’d gone from having sex with her 3 to 4 times a week, to nothing for three weeks. I was so horny I was jacking off a couple times a day.
That led me to the first part of this story. They had this huge built in cabinet in the living room. It contained their board games, movie and music collections, home videos, and photo albums, in addition to whatever else just landed there. Of course we had full access to it and permission to watch, listen, or play anything in there.
Monday of that third week I was bored and stir crazy enough to go through the entire cabinet to see if there was anything worth watching or playing with. I systematically took everything out, one shelf at a time, setting aside movies or music that I retested me.
I had gotten to the very bottom shelf, where the board games were stacked up nearly two feet tall. The board games were a disaster waiting to happen the way they were so precariously stacked so I began sorting them. I was pulling every game out in an attempt to restack them in a way that made sense, when I found, buried in the very back, as if they had fallen back there and been forgotten, five envelopes from a one hour photo.
Wondering what I had found. I opened the first envelope out of curiosity and about shit myself. The top picture was of a blonde woman in see through lingerie. She wasn’t bad looking either. I flipped through the next few pictures and they were shots of her stripping out of the lingerie. After that was a bunch of shots of her giving blowjobs to two guys.
One guy was skinny, the other almost fat. And I couldn’t help but notice my cock was nearly twice the size of the chubby guy’s, and half again as big as the skinny guy’s. Neither of the men’s faces were in the pictures. The photographer was obviously more focused on the blonde.
The rest of that roll of film was those two guys fucking her in various positions. I was horny enough, she was just hot enough, and the sex was just dirty enough, that I got hard. The coast was clear, so I went to my room and flipped through the pictures again as I jacked off, lingering on the hottest ones.
After I came, post nut clarity set in and I felt kind of dirty, so I hid the pictures and got myself cleaned up. Then I went back to the living room and finished sorting the board games.
Those pictures were like a siren song. By mid afternoon of the next day, I found myself in my room, naked with a towel nearby, and already slowly stroking myself as I flipped through the first envelope, lingering on my favorites. Then I picked up the next envelope on the stack.
The first picture had the same blonde woman, but in this picture, she was being taken from behind while she ate another woman’s pussy. I thought “jackpot” and flipped to the next picture. The next several pictures were from that same position, but they never showed the other woman above the waist.
Wanting to see more of the other woman, I kept flipping through the pictures getting closer and closer to finishing. The last five or six pictures had the blonde climbing up the other woman’s body. I finally saw the other woman’s tits, and the blonde sucking on them.
In the next to last picture, the other woman, a brunette, was looking away. The two women were making out in the last one, and I couldn’t see her face. I was so close at that point, I put the pictures down and focused on finishing. Afterwards, I hid the pictures, and went to clean up.
I was busy with my brother until mid afternoon the next day, and got to thinking about the pictures. Once again, I shut myself in my room and grabbed the stack of envelopes. I quickly sifted through the first two for my favorites but finally had to open the third envelope. This one opened to several pictures of the brunette on her back. The blonde was sitting on her face, and the skinny guy was fucking her.
From there, they transitioned to the girls in a 69 and the chubby guy fucking the blonde from behind. After that were several shots of the blonde riding the skinny guy‘s dick while the brunette sat on his face and they made out. The stack of pictures ended in the same pose, but with the chubby guy underneath the two women.
Body wise, I realized the brunette was much hotter than the blonde, and it was driving me nuts I couldn’t see her face. The last picture in that envelope you could tell the brunette was cumming. Her back was bowed, and the look of what you could see of her face was scrunched up and tight.
Realizing that tipped me over the edge, and I set the photos aside to finish myself off. I laid there for a second catching my breath, until I heard a noise in the hallway. That startled me, and I quickly put the pictures up and went to my bathroom to clean up.
All I could think about the rest of the night was the brunette. I realized I was getting a little obsessed, but I blamed it on the cabin fever and frustration. I was almost tempted to flip through the pictures after dinner to see if her face was ever revealed, but I didn’t dare.
The first chance I got the next day, I was once again in my room, picking up the fourth envelope. This one started with a different woman, a brunette with gray hairs and fake tits.
She was lying back while my brunette ate her pussy. The next couple of shots were the cameraman stepping back and ultimately revealing the brunette being taken from behind by a muscular guy with a gray beard.
The next three or four pictures were my brunette being spit roasted by the muscular guy and the chubby guy. Then a few shots of both girls going down on the muscular guy. After that was a mixed bag of various positions involving the two couples. But not one picture of my brunette’s face.
It was enough to get me off though, and once I had finished coming, I was about to open the last envelope when my brother knocked on the door begging me to take him to the pool. I put them away to go clean up and change into my suit. I spent the rest of the afternoon there with him, but couldn’t stop thinking about the brunette.
Next day was Friday, knowing I wouldn’t have another opportunity to look at the pictures until Monday. I took the first chance I got to get away from my brother for an hour. Soon, I was naked on the bed, dick in one hand, and stack of pictures in the other.
The first few pictures were of the brunettes back while the chubby guy fucked her from behind. Mostly disappointing, except for the fourth one. He had pulled almost all the way out, and I loved the way her lips were gripping him.
The next couple of shots, he was sitting in a chair and she was kneeling in front of him, sucking his dick. But the angle was off, and all I could see was the top of her head. Then there were a couple pictures from her point of view of him eating her, followed by a few of him fucking her in missionary.
After that, it looked like they finished out the roll with him taking pictures of her kneeling on the floor sucking his dick as he stood. I was disappointed that I couldn’t see her face, but it was really hot. As I started getting to the bottom of the stack, I was almost there.
The next to last picture she had pulled off, and he was jacking off onto her face. The camera had gone off just as he was firing a rope of cum out, and the auto focus had focused on the cum, leaving her face blurry. But there she was in the last picture. Just as beautiful as I thought she’d be, but extra hot with her face covered and cum. I groaned. “fuck“ as I came the hardest I’d come all week.
I spent a moment to catch my breath and then realization struck! I snatched up that last picture and stared at it in horror. That cum covered face that I had just jacked off to, was my fucking mom!
Staring at that picture, I was filled with equal parts arousal, and revulsion. My body was simultaneously getting ready for a second round, while my gut was contemplating emptying itself. Muttering “no no no no no“ I covered up the pictures and ran to my bathroom to wash up.
Washed up, I came back in and I almost couldn’t bring myself to uncover the pictures to put them up. But I forced myself to flip that blanket back to reveal my mom‘s cum covered face staring up at me with a big grin. I’ll be damned if my dick didn’t start getting hard.
I pushed those thoughts down as I folded the pictures back up into the envelope and hid them away, resolving to never look at them again.
Saturday, we went to the waterpark, and she wore a barely legal bikini. Looking at her in that bikini, not only made me wonder how I missed that she was the brunette, but also stirred things that really shouldn’t be stirring when looking at your mom. I wanted to drown myself. Instead, I ended up avoiding her as much as possible.
Avoiding my mom became the status quo for the next week because I couldn’t be around her for more than a few minutes without thinking about the pictures and getting horny. Since mom insisted we eat dinner together, I couldn’t avoid her then. I’d be so horny, I’d have to go jack off after dinner every night.
I finally surrendered to the siren call of the pictures the next week. I would pull them out late in the afternoon to try to get it out of my system. It helped somewhat, but I couldn’t help but check out her ass and tits anytime I was around her.
Then it happened. I had been trying to “clear my head” right before she got home each day, and therefore was laying in my bed, holding one of my favorite pictures while furiously stroking myself when I heard a gasp.
I looked over and there was my mom, frozen in the doorway, her eyes darting between the pictures on the bed, the one of her face covered in cum in my hand, and my cock. I had been right there anyway, and that tipped me over. I shot several ropes of cum over my hand and belly.
That snapped her out of her shock, and she said, “Fuck! I’m so sorry!” And fled the room barely shutting the door behind her. I lay there for a second contemplating my fate. I knew she saw the pictures and knew what was up. I was fucked. I started planning my escape. I’d sneak out and walk to the buss station. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look at her again.
I was starting to pack my bags, when my brother knocked on the door and told me dinner was ready. I told him I wasn’t hungry, go ahead without me, and continued packing. Once I had everything packed up, I sat down and wrote a note apologizing for my behavior and laying out my plans to go home.
I was still writing the note when there was another knock on my door. I said, “I said I wasn’t hungry bud. Leave me alone please.” It wasn’t him though. My mom asked, “Can I please come in?” I replied, “I can’t right now.” She came in anyway.
She stepped in, took in the suitcase, and me sitting at the desk with pencil in hand and said, “Ahh. Running away?” I hung my head, and said, “Yes. I crossed a line and can’t be here anymore. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at you the same again.”
She sat on my bed and said, “Son. I’m sorry for walking in on you. You’re not a little kid anymore, and I should’ve knocked. It’s my own fault I saw what I saw. That said, can we talk about the… ummm… material you were using?” I turned my back on her, and said, “I’d really rather not.”
She chuckled, and said, “I bet. But I need to know. Were you using them because it’s all you had to use, or… god, this is awkward… or was it specifically me?” I said, “I don’t want to talk about this mom. I’m sorry I took the pictures, and you can retrieve from my bottom drawer when I’m gone. I’ll walk if I have to, but I have to go.”
She said, “Son. I don’t want to you to leave. I want you to stay. But I need to know what’s in your head.” I spat out, “I had two other women’s facial shots I could’ve been holding right then, but it was yours I nutted to. Is that what you need to hear to let me go?”
I glanced at her, and she seemed shocked, so I twisted the knife, “I spent a week going through those pictures one sleeve a day, growing more and more attracted to the hot fucking brunette. Enjoying the dirty things she was doing and fantasizing about being one of those dudes.”
“I felt bad for her that she’s having to make do with tubby the micropenis when I know I could fuck her so much better. It fucked me up when I realized it was you, but then I started thinking, fuck, she’s right here, I might have a chance. But that’s fucked up, so before I make a bigger fool of myself by making a pass at you, I’m going to get the hell out of dodge.”
My rant over, she was silent for a minute. Then she almost whispered, “I still don’t want you to go.” I spun around and demanded, “Seriously?!? I just told you I fantasize about bending you over and fucking you until you scream my name. I want to bury my cock into your throat and make you gag on it before I paint your face with my cum. I want more than anything to see you on top of me, riding on my cock, and watch you cum on me.”
She was looking at me with wide eyes, then she abruptly stood up and closed the distance between us. She sat on my lap and kissed me. I froze, but she didn’t stop. She pressed her lips to mine and slipped her tongue between my lips. I reflexively opened my mouth and began kissing her back.
That broke my paralysis, and I froze again torn between hugging her close, and pushing her off my lap. When she started grinding on my growing bulge, I groaned, and dug my hand into her hair. I let us make out for a few seconds then pulled her back with my grip on her hair.
I said, “This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.” She moaned, and said, “I don’t give a fuck about what we should be doing right now. I need exactly what you just said you want to do to me. I need it so much. I don’t care you’re my son right now. Forgive me, but you became a means to an end a few seconds ago. I really hope you can deliver, to make fucking up our relationship worth it.”
Despite my grip in her hair, she pulled back in to kiss me, hissing as she pulled her own hair, but also moaning. I let her move her head, but then tightened my grip, pulling her hair at the roots, making her moan again.
I was straining at my pants by this point and her grinding was making me crazy. I picked her up, took two steps, and sat her on the bed. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts. At the same time she pulled her shirt off, laid back, lifted her hips, and pulled her shorts off.
Seeing her there, lying naked on my bed was a cold splash of water. I said, “If I deliver, as you put it, can you be quiet? I’m not sure how quiet I’ll be.” She said, “No need. I told Ryan we needed to talk, and asked him to take Bobby for ice cream.”
I said, “I know I’m going to regret this, but fuck it.” I grabbed her ankles and lifted as I crawled onto the bed. She’s quite bendy, so I was able to fold her nearly in half as I lined up with her pussy. I could see she was sopping wet, so I rubbed my head and shaft up and down her valley a few times to lube myself, then pushed into her.
She was tight enough it took some effort to break in, and she gasped when I did. She moaned, “Oh god! Fuck me baby. Fill me up and fuck me!” I thrust in the rest of the way, making her cry out, “Oh fuck baby! So full. Fuck me!” as she arched her back.
I took a couple strokes to find both her gspot and that spot deep inside, I knew I had it when her eyes rolled up in her head, and she screamed my name. I set that angle and started pounding into her hard and deep, with full length thrusts. She was writhing and whimpering and squeezing her tits.
I fucked her like that for a good 15 minutes, and lost track of the number of times she came. She went from whimpering at the beginning to screaming my name at the end. After a particularly big orgasm, that left her gasping for air, I was nearly there myself. I pulled out and let her legs go so she could catch her breath.
Her eyes were closed and she was heaving in air, which was making her boobs do wonderful things. I bent down to suck her nipples and spit into her cleavage. Then I crawled up her body and laid my cock in her cleavage.
Between being well lubed from her pussy and the spit I left behind, I had plenty of lubricant to start fucking her tits. I was loving the view of my cock sliding between them, almost poking her chin on every stroke, then it got better.
Once she had somewhat recovered, she grinned up at me and tilted her chin down so that she could catch the head of me in her mouth on each stroke. I groaned “fuck“ at that sight and sensation. After a few minutes, she stopped catching me, and said, “I wanna suck that beautiful cock, baby roll over for me?“
I lifted off of her and laid down on the bed next to her. She moved around to put herself on her hands and elbows between my legs and took my cock into her mouth, just the head at first, but then she started bobbing up and down on me going a little deeper on each stroke.
Pretty quickly, I could feel myself hitting the back of her mouth, and she made gagging noises. She only had me about 2/3 of the way in at that point, and kept working on it, pushing through, nearly throwing up a couple of times.
It was so fucking hot. I didn’t stop her. Her eyes were watering. Her nose was runny and my whole crotch was covered in drool as she continued to choke and gag on my cock. I was just staring in fascination and awe after one particularly hard push that got her the deepest she’s gone so far I involuntarily jerked, thrusting deeper.
She gagged, but she also moaned. Then she pulled off of me and said, “That’s it baby, fuck my mouth!” I groaned “fucking hell“ dug my fingers into her hair and pushed her down my cock. Once I hit her gag reflex I flexed my hip to thrust into her mouth and she choked, but moaned again.
I kind of lost it at that point. I forgot who it was and all consideration for her. I just started using her mouth to get off. Pushing her deeper while thrusting in. She was gagging and choking and barely keeping from throwing up but I finally pushed myself into her throat.
When her teeth were pressed to the base of my cock, I held her there fucking her throat with my hips until I came, firing rope after rope of cum into her throat. I let her go and she pulled off of me with a gasp. The last rope of cum hit her cheek, as I fell back breathing hard.
I spent a minute catching my breath, then the cold realization of what I had just done to my mom hit me. I sat up and checked on her. She was still laying between my legs, with her head on my thigh. I petted her hair and asked, “Mom, are you ok?” She lifted her head to look at me then, and where I thought I’d see anger, or fear, or disgust, was pure lust instead.
That look was so hot I started to get hard again. She saw it and asked, “Did you say something about bending me over and making me scream?” I said, “Yes ma’am” and she pulled her knees up to stick her ass in the air. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m already bent over.”
I muttered, “Fucking hell” and moved behind her. I lined myself up and had no trouble thrusting balls deep into her this time. She gasped as I filled her up and started fucking her. She didn’t stay on her hands and knees long. First she dropped to her elbows, and then just buried her face in the blanket.
After her third orgasm, she dropped onto her belly and I followed her down to finish pronebone. I didn’t stop fucking her until, after she had a particularly violent orgasm, I pulled out to empty myself onto her back and ass.
I let myself fall to the side, and traced my fingers over her back and hair while I caught my breath. Soon enough, I was able to ask, “Was that ok?” She chuckled and said, “That was fucking amazing. I don’t know how you learned to use that monster so well but I seriously needed that. Ryan is a good man, but I haven’t been fucked like that in years.”
I asked, “So, are we ok?” She answered, “I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I didn’t come up here planning to do this so I don’t know how I’ll feel tomorrow.” I nodded, and said, “Yeah, I get that. I’m sorry I fucked things up between us.”
She let out a sigh that I wasn’t sure the cause of, and said, “it’s ok baby. I guess we’ll figure it out. At the moment, all I know is I still love you no matter what. You’re my baby, and you always will be. We better get cleaned up before the boys get back, though.“ With that, she got herself up, grabbed her clothes and left my room with a kiss.
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