Majority of the world believe incest is a sin, but is it really? Especially when it’s between two consenting adults?
The first time I had sexual thoughts about my mother I was about 8 or 9 years old. At that time we used to live in an old kind of run down house and were quite poor. The bathroom had a door on it with a glass pane that was broken. So you could look through and see whoever was showering. I used to secretly look through the broken pane and enjoy the delicious splash of the water over her naked breasts and masturbate while watching her. At that age, I never had an orgasm but was still thrilled and felt a deep erotic charge whenever I had the chance to watch her. It was always a huge risk that I would get caught by my father, so I was always scared and aroused at the same time, and I made sure that I didn’t stay watching too long so that I wouldn’t get caught.
At about the age of 10 years old I first became aroused by my mothers’ lingerie and knickers. I used to secretly sniff her knickers when she was out and particularly enjoyed the musky smell of her pussy juice on her dirty knickers. It was a smell that I adored and I’ve always loved the smell of pussy since then.
When I was about 12 years old my mother gave me a book on puberty and it had a chapter in it on how to masturbate. I was really surprised at how modern and open minded my mother seemed to have become because when I was younger I’d once asked her where babies came from and she told me a false fairy story about how the stalk brought babies and then they were cut out of her stomach. I knew she was lying, but I just wanted to see what she would say. I already knew how babies were born.
At the age of 13 my father died. He’d been sick for about a year and he knew he was going to die so he went to Nigeria to die. My mother went to Nigeria to conduct the funeral and took my two youngest siblings with her and left the rest of us with friends and relatives for the duration. Eventually she got back.
15 years later, my siblings and I had grown into different paths but I agreed to come home and look after my mother. Her place was also handy as it was close to where I worked and I saved a lot of money on rent.
A Helping Hand… Indeed
I was 39 and I was living with my mother. After my father had died my mother had never had any other partner. She said that she didn’t want any man to try and control her, or tell her how to raise her children.
This Sunday morning, I had music playing quite loudly so I didn’t hear my mother calling me. She decided to come up to see me and tell me that she wanted to talk to me. We were always very open with each other about everything. We were both relaxed about nudity between us and had become very close as she didn’t have many good friends and I was the only one she could talk to. She knew that I sometimes had sex with men as well as with women, and she hoped I would settle down with the right man or woman.
She came into the bedroom and saw me while I was naked masturbating and moaning, but I hadn’t cum yet. She looked at me and watched me for a few seconds and then smiling she said, ‘Let me help you’. I was surprised and delighted and embarrassed at the same time. I couldn’t hide my erection which was full and hard. I was torn between saying “no, it’s ok, I’ll do it myself” or stopping and getting dressed to have the conversation. She said “Let me get some baby oil”. I was surprised but also touched by her caring support and so aroused that I didn’t want to stop masturbating at that moment.
I didn’t object, and had secretly and half ashamedly hoped that one day she would enjoy seeing me masturbate and had fantasies that she would want to lick and suck my dick. She went to my cupboard and got out the baby oil, opened the top and poured some on her hands. Then she sat beside me on my bed, moved closer and took my dick in her hand. She said, “Son, just relax and be yourself, I know what you need. I’m your mother and I love you”. I knew that it was unusual but at the same time I thought that she’s my mum and she knows me as well as I know myself, and after all no one would ever know.
She took off her nightie and I delighted in seeing my mum’s hairy pussy which I have wanted to fuck and suck, and I fantasized about burying my head in her hairy bush. I didn’t mind that her breasts were flat with thick long nipples.
My mum knew that I had some sex toys under my bed and she bent down and took out a soft small black rubber penis shaped dildo. “Do you want me to use this on you?” she said. I shook my head but really wanted to nod my head and say yes. Instead I said, “No not yet, please keep masturbating me and suck me first”. I loved the way she sucked my dick, slow and sweet and masturbating me lovingly at the same time. She caressed my dick slowly and gently and gradually masturbating me faster and faster, and when she felt I was about to cum she would stop for a few seconds. I moaned in ecstasy and we looked into each others eyes. She masturbated me and sucked my dick until I cum in her face and on her breasts. Then she sucked and swallowed my cum sweetly and lovingly, and put her tongue in the hole at the top of my dick and sucked all the last drops of cum from my dick. She then pulled my head to her mouth and kissed me so deep that I too tasted and swallowed my cum from her mouth.
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After I had cum, we lay still for a little while. Me and my mother wrapped in each others arms. Soon she began kissing me on my mouth and I parted my lips and opened my mouth for her to put her tongue in. I began caressing her nipples and she pushed her breast to my mouth for me to suck. She played with one of her nipples while I sucked her other nipple. I loved sucking her breasts and imagined that I was a child and wished that she had milk that I could suck. While I sucked her breasts, I began fingering her pussy slowly with one finger and then two fingers, and fucked her pussy with my fingers for a while and she moaned with joy. Soon she was very wet and I took my fingers out and bent my head between her legs and began licking and sucking her clit and and thrusting my tongue deep in her pussy. Soon she let out a loud moan as she cum in my mouth and shouted “OHH!” as she peed in my mouth.
Guilt, Confusion & Assurance
Afterwards, I felt embarrassed , ashamed and guilty of sin. I had been brought up as a Roman Catholic Christian and I felt sick with disgust at myself. Would I now be condemned to Hell? How can I face my mother again? What does she think and feel? Will she hate me and kick me out? Maybe I should leave and find somewhere else to live? I was shaking and tearful with fear and self-loathing and confusion. I was just about to think of packing my bags when I heard my mother opening the door arriving back from shopping. I decided to try and talk with her and see if it was still possible for us to live together normally after what had happened.
My mother said “Are you ok son? Tell me what’s on your mind?”. I said “I’m confused about what happened between us and what we did. I’m scared that we will do it again”. My mother said, “Do you want us to stop? I don’t feel what we did was wrong. You’re an adult and so am I. What we do is our secret. It can be just a lovely experience we had. Did you not like it?”. I said, “I feel a bit ashamed and I’m worried about what if someone finds out? I did enjoy it but I feel guilty because I know that you haven’t had any relationship with anyone for all these years since my dad died. I feel that maybe I was taking advantage of you?”. She said, ”I’m old enough to know and understand what we did was not normal. But not being normal doesn’t mean that it’s wrong. It’s just different. It’s also not wrong because we both wanted it and I know I enjoyed it. I never wanted sex with just anyone. As a woman, I can still get that easily if I want, even though I’m nearly 70. I wanted to make love and we made good love that I enjoyed because I love you son, and I know how much you love me.” I said, “ Should I go and find somewhere else to live?”.
She said ”I can understand why you would feel the need to do that, but think about the practicalities. You’re not earning much. So you save a lot of money on rent as I only ask you to help with food and bills. So from a practical point of view it makes sense to stay here for at least another 6 months. What do you think about that?” I said, “ I think that if I stay here then we might be tempted to have sex again.” She said, “No, we wouldn’t have sex again, we would make love. What we did was with caring and feeling and from a place of love. I’m not ashamed. I will make love with you again. But only if you want to.”
I said, “What if one of my brothers or sisters found out? What if somehow someone in my job found out?”. She said “Do you really think I will tell any of your brothers and sisters that we made love? And I’m sure that you won’t tell any of your friends or work colleagues. So no one will know. No one will find out.”
She Knew All Along
Same day…I went up to my bedroom, took off all my clothes, and as it was a warm summer night I lay on the bed naked, ready for sleep and work the next morning. I was almost asleep when I heard my mother calling me. I thought that maybe something was wrong or she wanted to talk and had changed her mind and wanted me to leave. I went downstairs naked and she was also naked on her bed with the soft night time lamp on. Her legs were open and beside her on the bed were her soaking wet panties.
She said, ”It’s nice to see your erect cock. But first I want to tell you something. When you were a child I often saw you watching me shower through the broken pane of glass on the door. I didn’t stop you as I wanted you to see what a woman looks like naturally and not get false ideas from porn when you were older. And I knew that you were sniffing my dirty knickers as the laundry basket was always in the wrong order when I did the washing. ”I was shocked, I responded, ”But what if my father had seen me? He would have beaten me so mercilessly and maybe shouted at you.” She said, “I know you masturbated and cum in my knickers as I could smell that the cum was different from your fathers cum.” I said, “Oh! Now I’m embarrassed and ashamed!”. She said, “It’s ok. How else was a little boy to learn about his sexuality? I have wet my knickers from masturbating and I have put them next to me on the bed for you to play with. Come and lay next to me. I can see from your erect cock that you want me, don’t you?”
I’m sure you already know what happened next. Sex with my mother became a thing, it happened every other day until she passed away seven years ago.
Dear reader, having read my experience and how consensual it was with my mother, would you still tag me a sinner? A sinner because what I did is wrong? Like my mother said, something being wrong doesn’t make it a sin. I love histories, and getting immersed in ancient Egyptian stories, I feel no more guilt finding out that the Egyptians held in high esteem sex between family members to retain heirs to the throne. What makes this age different? I’ll want your sincere comments on this 😶👇👇