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So ive I've been fucking my mom for like 4 months now. It started when I started slapping her ass when she was bent over doing dishes. She'd say "charlie stop" but she'd never move away and I'd do it again and she'd sigh and I knew she didn't actually want me to stop. I was just persistent. You have to be persistent with moms I've realized. They have to say no for their own conscience but they don't mean it. So you keep going until they stop saying no or they say yes with their body even when their mouth says "we shouldn't."
Now she just takes it. She doesn't fight it anymore. She'll act annoyed and roll her eyes but she gets on all fours on the couch and pulls her pants down and I'm inside her before she can say "charlie" again. Shes the best I've ever had. Not that I've had anyone else but I know what I'm doing now. I've learned what makes her gasp and what makes her grab the cushions and what makes her say my name in that voice where she's trying not to say my name. I know exactly how to hit that spot inside her. I think being a skinny 5’3 helps with being able to reach deeper. The best position is her lying on her stomach with her face in the pillow and me on top. I can grab her hips and really get deep. She makes sounds she wouldn't make in any other position.
I know its incest. I'm not stupid. Shes my mom and I'm her son and I'm inside her and she lets me. She tells me "we need to stop" and I say "okay" and then I touch her again and she doesn't push my hand away. She tells me "this is wrong" and I say "I know" and she still lets me. She tells me "your father could walk in" and I tell her "then we should be quiet" and she is. She's always quiet except for those little sounds she can't control. She doesn't want to want it. But she does. She just has to pretend she doesn't because if she admitted it then she'd be a bad mom. So she says "charlie" and I say "what" and she says "you know what" and I say "I don't know what you're talking about" and she sighs and rolls her eyes and then she's on her knees and I'm behind her and everything else is just noise.
The thing about moms is they need to be needed. She needs to know she matters. She needs to know someone wants her. My dad doesn't look at her the way I do. I look at her like she's the only woman in the world. I touch her like she's the only woman in the world. I fuck her like she's the only woman in the world. She told me one time that I'm the only one who listens to her. I'm the only one who sees her. I didn't plan any of this but I'm not sorry about it.
She's not just some thing I use. She's my mom. I love her. She loves me. We just express it in a way that other people wouldn't understand. It's like having a girlfriend who also makes you breakfast and does your laundry and tells you she's proud of you.
Now she just takes it. She doesn't fight it anymore. She'll act annoyed and roll her eyes but she gets on all fours on the couch and pulls her pants down and I'm inside her before she can say "charlie" again. Shes the best I've ever had. Not that I've had anyone else but I know what I'm doing now. I've learned what makes her gasp and what makes her grab the cushions and what makes her say my name in that voice where she's trying not to say my name. I know exactly how to hit that spot inside her. I think being a skinny 5’3 helps with being able to reach deeper. The best position is her lying on her stomach with her face in the pillow and me on top. I can grab her hips and really get deep. She makes sounds she wouldn't make in any other position.
I know its incest. I'm not stupid. Shes my mom and I'm her son and I'm inside her and she lets me. She tells me "we need to stop" and I say "okay" and then I touch her again and she doesn't push my hand away. She tells me "this is wrong" and I say "I know" and she still lets me. She tells me "your father could walk in" and I tell her "then we should be quiet" and she is. She's always quiet except for those little sounds she can't control. She doesn't want to want it. But she does. She just has to pretend she doesn't because if she admitted it then she'd be a bad mom. So she says "charlie" and I say "what" and she says "you know what" and I say "I don't know what you're talking about" and she sighs and rolls her eyes and then she's on her knees and I'm behind her and everything else is just noise.
The thing about moms is they need to be needed. She needs to know she matters. She needs to know someone wants her. My dad doesn't look at her the way I do. I look at her like she's the only woman in the world. I touch her like she's the only woman in the world. I fuck her like she's the only woman in the world. She told me one time that I'm the only one who listens to her. I'm the only one who sees her. I didn't plan any of this but I'm not sorry about it.
She's not just some thing I use. She's my mom. I love her. She loves me. We just express it in a way that other people wouldn't understand. It's like having a girlfriend who also makes you breakfast and does your laundry and tells you she's proud of you.
