This happened a hanker time ago ... and probably would have never happened if my dad had n't travelled so much and my mom was n't as beautiful as she was ... is.

I was 19. She was 37, petite, beautiful, long silky red hair that framed the pale skin of her face perfectly. She had lentigo that broke like a rusty galaxy across her tip-tilted nose and high cheeks. I was the apple of her eye, her merely child. Yes, she doted on me. I was strong, sassy and very popular in High school day ... I was now carving out my shoes as a loss leader among the starter at the small, private college I went to in Peoria. Nothing remotely sexual had ever bubbled up between us. She was mom. I was son. That bounds had never been challenged, until this night.

Dad was on the road again. My female parent, Del, sat adjacent to me on the couch watching a fairly scary pic. She was wearing this Night dress of her 's that was not very revealing, but showcased her organic structure in a very wholesome, yet erotic light. She had drank nearly a bottle of red wine by herself as the movie crept along. Even though I was only 19, she and my dad was okay with my drinking a few beers here and there, but tonight I had picked up a feeding bottle of Mezcal. What she did n't know was that I had picked up a bit of a coke habit at school, and in between the irksome scenes of the horror flick, I was sneaking into the bathroom to do a bump or two.

I was getting be intimate up.

Sitting next to her, I started seeing her as a woman ... .not just as my mom. I could see her nipples pushing up against the fabric of her night shirt. Her fuzz was hanging across her face and, suddenly, it looked so sultry, so glossy, so thick. Her heart were locked on the CRT screen of the t.v., following every twist in the plot.

I casually raised my helping hand and took a hanker lank of her hair in my hand.

'' Mom, `` I said, `` You want to hear something strange I learned about little girl at schoolhouse ? '' I began rotating my mitt, coiling the length of her haircloth around my fist.

'' Sure. I can only imagine what you 've been learning from those slattern. '' She replied.

'' slut ? Why do you scream them sluts ? '' I laughed.

'' Instagram, SnapChat, Twitter ; they all compete for followers and prepare to do anything to get them, '' she added. `` They 've objectified themselves. All they care about is whether or not someone finds them attractive enough to hit, `` postdate. ``

Her eyes had been darting back and Forth from me to the idiot box screen door as she said this. Gleaming, dark smutty heart jumping from me to the movie. I now had her hairsbreadth tightly wrapped around my paw by the prison term she finished her fulmination regarding my female schoolfellow. She had no idea where my head was. Had no idea how the Mezcal had seeped into the darkest time out of my head. Had no idea where I was going with the conversation.

'' You 're ripe about all that, mom, but that was n't what I was talking about. I 've learned that some women hate to sustain their hair touched, and others like to take in it pulled. '' And with that, I jerked my bridge player around in such a way, that I could feel most of her hair's-breadth cinch more tightly around my fist. `` Which character are you, mom ? Do you freak out when someone touches her haircloth, or do you like it pulled, like a scalp massage ? ``

'' Ouch, Michael ... .be a little more gentle. '' Her principal fell forward then as I tightened my clutch. My leftover hand joined my right, and together began to gently stiffen her red twist very tight.

'' I 'll be docile mom, but distinguish me, do you like the way that feels ? '' I asked, feeling the peyote and Cocaine surging through my mind. Her hair felt like ropes of silk in my hand. Fuck. I felt ancestry surging to my prick. Stiffening beneath the harmless cotton of my sweatpants.

'' Any womanhood would like that kind of massage, Michael, if it was done gently- ''

I twisted my hand, pulling her hairsbreadth more tightly around my hands. `` I 'm not talking about gently, mom. I 'm saying that some girl hate having their whisker pulled in any way, and others ca n't get enough of it. '' I pulled my bridge player up so that her face was horizontal surface with my own. I was drunkard, and I was looking into my my mother 's sexy eyes, glowing blue from the light of the t.v.

'' I 've learned that those that like to bear their pilus pulled, like to be pushed into things. Forced into thing. '' When I twisted my hands this time, there was no place for her hair to go. `` I 've learned that when a girl feels that she has no choice, she can be led to do anything, mom. '' I turned her look to see at my crotch which was now very swollen. `` They ca n't blame themselves, they have to come directions when their tomentum is pulled this tight. '' I forced her face down to my tool, `` They are not responsible for for their own actions, mom, they have to do what they are told. '' I pulled my mother 's face down to my lap, and rubbed her cheek against my insanely hard cock. `` When I do this to them, mom, they do n't put up much of a competitiveness. They let me do this. ``

The Lophophora williamsii and C were hitting me now very severely. I angled her lips to the bulge in my pants, and then pressed down, making her `` kiss '' my rooster, from the pedestal, all the way up to the tip. `` Why do they let me do that, mom ? Why do they let me force them to blow my tool. '' I turned her face back up to come across my centre, while I quickly untied the string of my pants, letting my peter free. The shaft and head reared up suddenly, literally blocking her face from me. Precum was streaming from the tip and running down the shaft in thick, clear rivlets. I tightened my handgrip on her haircloth and raised her head up so that I could look her in the eye.

'' You know what I think, mom ? I think you 're one of those girls who likes to get her hair pulled. That 's what I think. '' She met my eyes but said cypher. Did not resist. Did not fight. Even when I released one of my hands out of her hair, and pushed my finger's breadth onto her chin ... opening her mouth. This fucking bitch, I thought, she is going to pledge a lot of cum tonight. I slid just the very tip of my cock into her mouth and felt her lingua whirl along the head, lapping up my precum. I saw the head of my cock disappear between her brim, along with much of the shaft. I could see her middle clearly now. I pulled her down further. I could feel the foreland of my tool protrusion against the back of her pharynx ... but I was n't stopping there. I saw her eyebrows hike as I pushed her head down on my shaft and felt it pop through her oesophagus and into the satin heat of her throat. She never said a tidings ... well, she couldn't.

I can not tell you how amazing it feels to possess your balls bottom out against your beautiful mother 's bottom lip. Or the feeling when you pull your shaft back and palpate the pop of the chief of your tool leaving her pharynx. And the look of discombobulation, panic and yielding as you tighten your handle in her hair and perpetrate her book binding to you, feeling the spongy mind permeate her pharynx over and over again. I can not tell you how difficult it is to maintain yourself from cumming as you fuck your female parent 's throat. I could n't blockade myself. All my senses were on overload and I felt my dick preparing to afford the flood gates. I pulled my cock out of her pharynx so that only the tip was lodged between her beautiful sassing, and I came. Staring into her eyes, I felt my body clasp in sugared torture with each volley of cum I released into her oral cavity. Felt her mouth work on me, swallowing each rope of cum I fed to her. We all have that list of the 10 well coming we 've ever had ... this ranks at the very top to this day.

I was not shy. I did not avoid her after this happened. virtually of the prison term, all I had to do was lie my hand on shoulder and she would be adrift down to her knees, her mouth assailable and ready to do me. But, sometimes, I had to wrap her hair around my fist and force her to her knees. I think she liked that best.

My dad returned home a few days later. They went to bed. I was in my elbow room imbibing and doing lines. Around 3:00 am, I crept into their bedroom naked and hard. I raised the duvet and slide under it, wedging myself between my mother 's leg. I raped her then. Laying side by side to my father. She tried to twist away, but I was already recondite inside her. `` plosive speech sound. '' I whispered in her ear. I felt her articulatio genus evoke and part, my pecker sunk just a little deep inside. I covered her lips with my own, and felt her spit chute into my mouth. `` Dirty whore. '' I thought. I fucked her then. Slow. deep. Hard. We came at the same meter. I felt my mother 's pussy contract around my rooster and I filled her with my cum. My god. She became such a slut for me. She likes to have her hair pulled. She never said a tidings ...