Though I really don't want to talk about this I feel I just have to share my darkest 
secret with somebody. It isn't a nice story. Mind you, I don't regret anything. At 
the time it seemed right. No not right. I don't exactly know what I mean. It's hard 
to explain. It just happened. If you don't mind I think I'll better explain to you 
how it all happened.
I grew up under very poor circumstances in a small southern town. My mother and I 
lived in a one room and a kitchen apartment in a very shabby neighborhood. My mother 
was a cleaner at the local hospital. She was divorced and I never knew man father. 
Unfortunately for her she got to know this nurse how sold her ninety-five proof 
medical alcohol, which she diluted with some juice, and soon enough mom became a 
weekend drunk. You know the type. When Friday afternoon comes they drink themselves 
into stupor. They take care of job and obligations during the week alright, but 
during the weekend it's as if they change into someone else. Mom did just that. At 
the beginning she didn't want me to see her drunk so I think she waited to start to 
drink seriously until I had gone to bed and that was easy before I was a teenager. 
In my preteens I never was much for late nights. Early to bed and early to rise is 
and was my motto.
It all started when I reached puberty. Twelve was bad and thirteen was even worse. 
All I wanted was to see and feel a woman. I was obsessed with the thought of women. 
I couldn't stop thinking about them. This was in the early sixties and magazines 
with naked girls wasn't easy to get. I don't think I saw any nude-mags till I 
reached seventeen or something. And the girls wasn't as mature and early to engage 
in any sexual relationships then as they are today. I don't think I ever heard of 
any girl getting involved in anything sexual with a boyfriend before the age of 
sixteen or seventeen. You know we didn't even date until we were at least fifteen. 
And then all we did was a lot of kissing and necking. No petting on any of the first 
dates. Maybe a quick feel on a breast outside the blouse or outside the bra if you 
were lucky. Anyway all this was five or six years ahead. An eternity at that age.
This was when everything at home started to change.
Mom began to change into a nightie and dressing-gown early at Friday night and 
seemed to wear it through the whole week-end and she started to drink while she 
cooked our meals. And during it. And while I watched TV. She often fell asleep 
during a show and still slept when I woke up in the morning in almost the same 
position as she was in when I went to bed.
One evening this gave me an idea. A fatal one as it turned out.
It all happened one night when she, as usual, had passed out when I turned the TV 
of. I didn't want her to sleep in that uncomfortable position that she usually fell 
asleep in so the last weekends I had helped her to get under the cover in the sofa 
bed. This night however I was looking at her with a new interest. I suddenly 
realized that she was a woman. And the previous nights she hadn't noticed when I 
helped her to bed. So why not I thought.
I took a closer look at her. She wasn't a bad looking woman. On the contrary. I just 
hadn't looked at her in the capacity of a woman before. I mean she was my mother. 
You don't look at your mother in that way, do you.
I was looking at mom. She was as I said before a rather good-looking woman. Petite I 
think you would call her. Small I called her at the time. Small in height, in the 
breast department, small hips and a small ass. She wasn't skinny. She was reel 
curvaceous in her petite way. And the reason I had managed to get her to bed the 
other nights was that she didn't weigh much. She couldn't have weighed more than 
fifty kilos.
The idea that had formed itself in my head was that she was a woman and she was 
available to me. My heart pounded when I walked over to her. I shook her and called 
her but she didn't respond so I proceeded.
My fingers shook reel bad when I untied her dressing-gown and opened it. She didn't 
react so I opened it further and I could see her nightie, from the shoulders down to 
her stomach. It wasn't a sexy nightie. It was a, what you would call, a practical 
one. Flannel. It was buttoned from the neck and down just below the breasts.
I hesitated several minutes before I unbuttoned the top button. Then I stopped. I 
was thinking about the consequences if she was to wake up. She would give me hell! 
Just to be sure I shook her and called her name again. No response.
I took courage and unbuttoned the first button of her nightie. Mom didn't even 
flinch an eyelid so I undid the next one as well. And before I lost my courage I 
quickly unbuttoned the rest all the way down under her tits.
I stood up and looked down at her. I couldn't see anything of her body yet but I 
wanted to make sure she wasn't awake.
This was an important step I was about to take.
I slowly pulled moms nightie open and soon I could feast on the sight of mom's small 
tits. They were almost flat against her chest crowned by darkish brown aureoles and 
nipples that stuck out a little bit above them. They looked so inviting so I just 
had to feel them. I put my hand on her small mounds. They felt wonderful. Soft. When 
I squeezed them they pouted upwards between my fingers and her nipples grew hard. 
Just as my cock. In the same moment that I got my hands on mothers tits and her 
nipples hardened so did my cock, it had deflated due to the daring circumstance. I 
don't know if you can understand the feeling that overtook me just then. A feeling 
of ownership and a will to protect her. She seemed so vulnerable laying there semi-
nude. And beside all that I felt hot. And soon enough I wanted more. I wanted to see 
her pussy.
I pulled her nightie up rather briskly. A little careless now that I was certain 
that she was unconscious. I stopped for a while when her thighs were revealed. I 
just had to look at them. They were so unlike my or any of the girls I've looked at. 
They were rather thin where they joined by the knee and grew thicker while they 
reached higher and higher up towards her hips. I put my hand on her kneecaps. They 
were so round and smooth. I let my hand glide tenderly up the sloped leg. Pushing 
the nightie further up. Hesitated when I reached her white panties. Looked up at 
mother's face. Could I see a little twitch in the corners of her mouth, as if she 
was smiling? No. I must be imagining. I wasn't sure how I should proceed after this. 
Should I take of her panties or just lift them and sort of peek under them and grope 
a feel?
Just out of precaution I decided that I should cop a feel through the legs of her 
panties and if she didn't wake up by my touching fingers I would undress her.
Before I reached out my hand towards her panties I had to free my straining prick. I 
shed my clothes, all but my shorts, and my cock felt relieved to get rid of the 
pressure from the rather tight and rough trousers.
Then was the moment of truth. Should mother wake up or was she so deeply passed out 
that I could feel her up and play with her body?
My fingers sneaked their way under the pantie-leg and touched her groin. At this I 
could fell a quick twitch of the muscles there. I almost panicked and was ready to 
withdraw my hand from her but I stopped in time and let my fingers stay in touch 
with her groin but I put a little more pressure on it and her twitching stopped.
What didn't stop was my fingers which were advancing and immediately felt the course 
hair of my mothers pussy. What a feeling!
My cock was almost hurting so hard was it. I just had to have some relief so I 
pulled it out of my shorts and started to masturbate while I kept feeling the hairs 
of my mothers cunt. Feeling her pussy and looking at her breasts at the same time 
made my orgasm near in record time. With a loud groan my sperm shot out in a wide 
arc and landed on mothers legs and panties. Thick gray-white globs. Never had I had 
such an orgasm before. It left me weak in my knees and totally spent.
In order to cover up I had to dry up mom's legs and I used her dressing-gown for the 
purpose. The gobs on her panties would dry by themselves so I didn't bother about 
them.
Satisfied for the time being I covered my mom again and went to bed. I fell asleep 
almost at once. It was way out of my usual bedtime. And tomorrow was another day. 
Another day and my mother would be drunk again!
I waited a little anxious for mom to say anything about the previous night, but it 
didn't seem as she had noticed anything different about her this morning. It seemed 
as if she hadn't noticed the dried sperm on her panties which I knew from a previous 
mishap would be stiff and crisp when dried. I breathed a little sigh and went out to 
my friends for some football.
I spent the day as I usually does. Playing with my friends, but I could feel an 
anxious feeling the whole day. All my thoughts were focused on the evening. I broke 
up from my friends a little bit earlier than usual. I wanted to be at home and wait 
for mother to pass out. I knew she would eventually because she had, as usual, 
started her day with a drink and at this time she would be almost immobile. Half 
laying half sitting on the sofa-bed. I walked in and called hi to her and she just 
mumbled something. But she was able to reach for her drink.
I looked more at my mother than I looked at one of my favorite evening shows. And I 
was glad to see that she still was a beautiful woman. She is a brunette with short, 
curly hair. Rather long, straight, aristocratic, nose. Small ears with just a pearl 
in each ear-tip. A large mouth and straight white teeth. The only disturbing, no 
ugly, appearance about her was the drunken look in her eyes, the bags under them and 
a slack in her mouth due to the heavy drinking. What a pity. A beautiful woman 
wasting herself. For the first time I wondered why. She was alone, of course she was 
alone, but she didn't have to. I had never seen her with any man or girlfriend. All 
she seemed to do was work, look after the house, cook and drink every week end.
A short while thereafter she slumped back in the sofa and started to snore a little. 
I decided to wait at least half an hour before my exploration of the female body.
The time dragged and never seemed to come to the moment when it was time to commit 
yet another attack on mom's body. Hopefully it would be more rewarding than last 
night, tonight I wanted her naked!
After about half an hour I decided it was time to take action. With slightly 
trembling legs I neared the sofa and mother. I called her name and as expected she 
didn't respond. Without hesitation I undid her dressing-gown. Unbuttoned her nightie 
and open the flaps which concealed her tits. My eyes feasted once more on the small 
perky tits. While I looked at her I shed my clothes and with that done I started to 
feel her up. I wondered how they would taste so I bent my head down and sucked in a 
nipple in my mouth. As I did this mom flinched a little before she sort of pushed 
her tit up to my mouth. I didn't get scared at her movement, almost the same thing 
had happened last night and I began to understand that it was her body responding to 
my caress, not she as a person. After all she was almost unconscious. I shifted to 
the other nipple and felt that this one already was stiff and protruding. How did 
they look now? I raised my head and looked down at mom's tits. The aureoles where 
crinkled and oval in shape instead of almost round and smooth, topped with nipples 
that protruded at least one centimeter above them. It amazed me that they could get 
that long, they were almost non-existing in the un-aroused state that I had seen 
them in for the first time last night.
The next target for my exploration was mom's pussy. Again I drew up the hem of her 
nightie to above her waist. Saw the same sort of panties tonight as the night 
before. Instead of lifting the panty-leg aside a took hold of the waist and drew 
them down with my eyes fixed on the more and more revealed pussy. Saw for the first 
time her pussy-hair. A little darker than her head-hair and curly. And thick. It 
covered a rather high mound and smoothed it out.
I saw something that I hadn't seen last night. I saw that there was more to a pussy 
than just hair. I seemed to continue further down between her thighs. How far could 
it go? Hurriedly I pulled the panties of mom and returned my attention focused again 
on my main goal.
I reached out and put my hand on mother's cunt. Felt the harsh hairs under my 
fingers and saw as I spread her legs with my free hand her pussy-lips! They drew all 
my attention to them. Pink in all this darkness. What a contrast! I let my finger 
draw a line along them and felt such softness I never felt before. The skin had an 
altogether different structure than anything I felt. Softer even than mother's tits. 
While I drew my finger along them for the second time they sort of spread open and 
my finger slipped, no skidded into the wetness. How odd! Curiously I dipped my 
finger further into mom's cunt. It was deep! My finger didn't seem to find the 
bottom of mom's cunt-tunnel. I drew the finger out and in of her cunt a couple of 
times and I noticed it kept getting wetter and that my mother's breath became harder 
and faster. Her abdomen started to undulate in small movements. She followed my 
assaulting finger with an upward movement. Her hips sank back on the bed while my 
finger went out. This repeated itself every time my finger either went in or it went 
out of her pussy.
I had been so preoccupied by my new game that I almost had forgotten my cock and I 
suddenly became aware of its existence and I noticed it had been drooling pre-cum so 
it was wet all over. I grabbed it with a hand and started to wank it but soon enough 
I stopped. Why not use mother's cunt to still my urges?
Carefully I crept up on my mother's body. I didn't dare to lay down on her so I had 
to take the weight on outstretched arms and try to aim my cock in position for 
penetration. It proved to be a simple task. Once the head of my cock made contact 
with mother's cunt she made her upward thrust and the head slipped easily inside 
her. From there it was go. I sank my cock to the root in my mother's cunt. Felt the 
cunt form itself around my stiff rod. Giving no resistance to its invading. On the 
contrary. Mom helped by moving her hips up and down my cock. The only drawback was 
that she did it in her own rhythm. She couldn't adjust to mine since she was 
dreaming, I think, she wasn't aware that she was fucking! She must be having a wet 
dream or what ever you experience while you're passed out.
I was however conscious. And I enjoyed it to the full. Never in my wildest dreams 
would I have believed that I one day should be fucking my mother. That she wasn't 
aware of it didn't bother me. I had my own delight by fucking her. All to soon I 
could feel that it was time for my orgasm. With a couple of faster thrusts I shot my 
full load of sperm inside my mother's cunt and I could feel it spasm around my cock. 
I wondered if mom had an orgasm of her own. Not that I cared, I was to young and to 
self-conscious and to wrapped up in my own feelings.
I sat back between mom's spread legs and looked at her pussy. It looked different. 
Still gaping a little and I could see my sperm as a gray barrier in the opening and 
while I looked a little of it seeped out and ran down between mom's ass-cheeks. A 
little tired I wondered if I had to clean her up and I realized it would be to 
obvious to leave her with my sperm drying on her ass and the inside of her thighs so 
I went to the bathroom and fetched some paper and dried her up.
While I took care of this my cock again started to rise and I thought it would be 
alright to fuck her one more time before I covered her and let her sleep.
Again I climbed up on my mother's body and again I sank my cock in her deep love-
tunnel. This time it was more slippery, wet and looser and it took me longer to 
reached my orgasm and mother didn't seem to respond to my thrusting cock.
I had a new feeling now that it wasn't so urgent for me to reach my climax. I found 
that it was much more satisfying to take the time. Feel the inside of a woman with 
your cock. Let it sink in slow and deep. Withdraw in an even slower pace and 
suddenly slam into the womb as hard as I dared. I couldn't be to brisk because I was 
still afraid of getting caught. I was fully aware that I was doing something 
illegal. Not only did I commit incest, I was doing it without the consent of the 
victim. I didn't think that mom would report me to the police if she woke up in the 
middle of this, but I was damn sure that she would whip me within an inch of my 
life. And I didn't want either to happen. So though I fucked her rather briskly I 
also took care not to go at it to hard. When I finally reach my orgasm I drew my 
cock all the way out so that just the tip of the cock-head was inside and just when 
the first spurt of sperm shot out I buried the whole length deepest inside mother's 
cunt.
Slowly I dressed mom again. I made sure that the clothes were not to obvious 
disturbed, spread the cover over her, gave her a light kiss on the cheek and went to 
bed. Exhausted I fell asleep at once.
The next day mom seemed a little preoccupied and I could see her shake her head a 
few times and I became a bit worried. Had she noticed anything? Hadn't I cleaned her 
up carefully enough? She didn't say anything and she didn't treat me differently 
than usual so I thought that I just imagined it. After all my conscience wasn't all 
that clean.
Today was Sunday so it would take till Friday before I again would get a chance to 
feast on my mothers beauty but the week wasn't without orgasms. I pumped my cock at 
least twice a day for the first three days and it wasn't until Wednesday I began to 
think of my potent and stopped the masturbation. I wanted to fuck my mother more 
than just once and I wanted it to last longer. I didn't realize the contradiction. 
At this age I was to trigger-happy and maybe I would have lasted longer if I hadn't 
been so full of sperm.
Wednesday and Thursday dragged on. Friday finally came. I wanted to do something 
special for mother so I prepared dinner as far as I could. All she would have to do 
was to put the pudding in the oven and bake it. I couldn't do that since I wasn't 
sure of how warm it should be or for how long it should be in there.
When mom came home she was very grateful to me for what I had done. Little did she 
know that it wasn't all that altruistic of. After all the sooner we ate, the sooner 
she could start her serious drinking!
By the time she sat down she had downed her first drink of the weekend and when she 
thanked me for the meal, and gave me some compliments about how good it was, she was 
well into her second. I made the dishes and then went in to the room and sat in 
front of the TV and just looked at it. Time seemed to have stopped. I didn't dare 
looking at Mom in fear of seeing her sober but after the longest two hours in my 
life I heard how she pushed the glass over and mutter something. I looked at her and 
saw that she had spilled her drink on the table and now held the glass under the 
edge of it and "scooped" up the spilled alcohol into the glass again. I'm sorry to 
say that I found it gross and it stilled my conscience when I thought about what I 
should be doing to her later.
Another hour passed and finally I heard her light snoring and knew that she had 
fallen asleep. I waited another half hour before I made my move.
She was still sitting on her sofabed and I lifted her feet up and straightened her 
out in a more comfortable position before I shook her shoulder and called her name. 
She didn't show any signs of being aware of anything so I carried on.
This time I was faster to get her clothes out of the way. I even took my time to 
caress her tits for a longer time. I made myself acquainted with them. Studied how 
the nipples stiffened, the aureolaes crinkled up to my touch and I even sucked on 
them and I found it not the least bit babyish but very pleasant.
Mom seemed to think so to in her stupor because I could hear her breath become 
heavier and she even moaned a few times.
I took hold of her legs and spread them open. Looked at her pussy and froze! There 
was a string hanging out of it! I didn't know what to make of it this was something 
I've never heard of. Or had I? I recalled hearing something about a period. 
Menstruation.
Tentatively I pulled on the string and slowly a it became longer and longer and then 
I could see how my mother's pussy started to bulge a little and I could see some 
white round thing starting to emerge. Carefully I pulled it out a little further and 
suddenly I could see that it was a cone coated with blood. I pushed it back in as 
far as I estimated it had been from the beginning.
I was frustrated! I had been looking forward to my weekend fuck and now it was 
spoiled. I had to be satisfied with a handjob. But I still could let my sperm squirt 
into her pussy or at least just inside it.
Slowly I masturbated while letting my eyes feast on my mother's partially naked body 
and when I felt that it was time I leaned forwards and pusjed my cockhead inside her 
dry cunt and let it go in there. It was almost as wonderful as fucking her.
The weekend went like this. On Monday I tried to find out for how long a period was. 
I got answers ranging from one day to ten days and I just hoped that the shortest 
was the most accurate.
During the week I treated Mom better than I had before. I spoiled her by having 
dinner ready when she came home and I spent the early evenings at home, sitting by 
her side doing my homework. I caught her looking quizzically at me but she never 
said anything.
The week went fast and soon it was another Friday. It passed almost as the previous 
only this time I wasn't in such nervous state waiting for her to pass out, but she 
did rather early.
When I had placed her on the sofabed I quickly pulled her panties to one side just 
to check if there was any string. There wasn't! But she wasn't wearing the same kind 
of night gown either. This was a little thinner, not thin enough to be see through 
and it wasn't sexy but it wasn't just practical either, it was nice.
I thought about how I would get my mother as naked as possible and desided that it 
was best to just crumple it up under her arms. This gave a bonus. I could feel 
almost all of her body against mine as I carefully lay down on her, balancing my 
weight on knees and elbows as I sank my cock into her already slick pussy. Was it 
just my imagination or wasn't she wetter than she used to be?
Slowly I fucked my mother. Feeling her pussy ripple around my invading cock in 
almost clockable intervals. I thought that it was her orgasms but I wasn't sure. But 
it felt extra nice whenever it clamped down around my cock and made a milking motion 
causing me to moan a little, not to loud I was still a little bit worried about 
waking her, but when I shot my first load of potent young sperm in her clasping cunt 
I couldn't withhold an almost painful groan.
I fucked my mother at least ten times during the to nights and waited impatiently 
for the next weekend. I noticed that I could fuck her for longer and longer times 
each time and I found that it heightened my orgasms if I could hold back as long as 
possible and on Saturday I could fuck for ten minutes.
This was repeated for one more cycle. She had her period and then it started a new. 
The fourth week I noticed that mother kept giving me questioning glances but I 
didn't read anything in that just looked forwards to the next weekend.
On Friday when she came home she acted a little strange and I couldn't see any 
bottle in her handbag. I was almost... shocked. No alcohol?
We ate and Mom was very quiet during the meal.
"I'll do the dishes tonight honey. You've fixed the meal so it's only fair," she 
said as I started to protest.
I went and switched the TV on and watched some show while Mom was busy in the 
kitchen.
Fifteen minutes later she came in and sat on the sofa.
"Come here, darling. I want to talk with you."
I went over and sat by her side she sat with her hands folded in her lap and her 
right thumb tapped on her left.
"Hmm. I have something to tell you..." she started.
"Oh?"
"Yes. I... It seems that... I'm pregnant!" she blurted.
"Wh-what?"
"Yes. Do you know anything about it?" she asked in a tone my teachers used when 
someone was in trouble."
"Me? I... How?" I stammered.
"Yes. I haven't.... I haven't been with any man since... Well, for a very long time. 
You're the only man I've been close to... Oh, honey... I'm just as much to blame. 
No. More. I haven't been the mother you deserve and I did notice... something in my 
panties but I thought..." She started crying and I felt how my own eyes started to 
fill with tears as well. Awkwardly I put my arm around her shoulders and the tears 
streamed down my cheeks as well.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't know... I..."
"Sch, baby..." she sobbed and I cried with her. Not because I had made her pregnant, 
that I couldn't fathom, but because she was sad and I just realized that I loved her 
to much to hurt her and that was what I had done.
"Mom, I didn't meant to..." I started to say as her sobs came more infrequently.
"No, honey. It's not your fault. Not your fault only it is as much, if not more, my 
own fault. I should have noticed... I did notice, but I thought I had had a... 
wet... dream," she blushed. "You'll be a man soon. I should have... I don't know. 
Stayed sober. No don't blame yourself, I'm glad, sort of. I'm never going to be 
drunk again and I'm going to be a mother again with the child of a man that I know 
loves me and whom I love. This time I'm going to be a good mother too." She turned 
and kissed me on the cheek. "I just hope that I can be a good mother for you to," 
she said.
"You are! The best! And I love you," I cried.
She just smiled and said that that was the end of this discussion.
I knew that it was the end of my fucksessions with Mom. It was funny that there 
wasn't any awkwardness between Mom and me. We hadn't talked about the future but we 
knew, both of us I think, that everything was going to be just fine.
We spent the evening watching TV and talked a little about nothing.
"No, I think it's time for bed," mother yawned around eleven o'clock.
"OK Mom, I'll take the bathroom first," I mumbled.
I made myself ready for bed and leaving my door open for Mom to say goodnight 
through I lay in bed reading while she was busy in the bathroom. I heard how the 
water was shut of and waited for mother to stick her head in and say goodnight as 
she usually did on weeknights but she didn't. Instead she came in looked at me for a 
short while then she smiled.
"OK, move over," she said. I looked at her, shocked.
"But... Mom!"
"Stop being so hypocritical. You've taken advantage of me now it is my turn to take 
advantage of you!"
"Mo-om!"
She just laughed at me.
"Just kidding. You're going to be a father and the mother of the child haven't yet 
had sex with the father to be, don't you think we should take care of that? If you 
don't mind I'll be your "wife" during nights from now on till you find a girlfriend. 
We don't want events to be repeated, do we."
I couldn't argue with that. Not that I had wanted to argue with her from the 
beginning, I was surprised that's all. I moved over giving mother room in the bed. 
She undressed and stood naked in front of me for a short while and then she crept 
down to me. She took me in her arms and snuggled up against me. I could feel the 
hard nipples push at my chest and her crispy cuntal hair tickle my abdomen. My cock 
sprang into hardness so fast that I didn't notice the swelling of it. My mother was 
naked in my bed! Of her own free will!
"I don't think any of us need any foreplay, do you," she whispered to me and rolled 
me over on my back and straddled me. With one hand she drew my cock along her slit, 
one time upwards and one time downwards before she aimed it and sank down on it.
"Oh my god! You're big! So big! Yes! That's it! This is what I want! Oh what I 
missed it. Oh yes fuck me! Fuck your mother as you have done before!"
I couldn't fuck her because she was doing all the fucking! This was something else. 
My mothers tight pussy gliding up and down my cock gave a much more intense feeling 
than when I was on top of her unconscious body fucking her. All I could do was just 
lay there enjoying the feeling and squeezing her tits added to that enjoyment.
How many times we made love during the first month of our husband-wife relationship 
I don't know but we were all over each other as soon as Mom came home from work and 
till we exhausted fell asleep in the evening.
When I turned eighteen, an my daughter-sister was just turning five, we moved away 
from our little town and we had saved enough money to get a nice apartment and start 
our first business and a second child.
I never found myself a girlfriend. Why should I? I have mother.
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