Note : This story is completely fictional!

I can’t recall exactly when it first happened. When I had those initial feelings of lust for my mother. My first memories of feeling stirred up were watching her get dressed in front of me. She would put her panties and bra and the rest of her clothes on her naked body, oblivious to me being in the room. Nothing escaped me. Not her perky tits or her luscious shaved pussy, her long flowing red hair and her long slender legs. My Ma was quite the package and I wanted to get the chance to open her up.

She and my dad divorced when I was barely walking and I really had no memory of him and no contact with him since. My mom was a teenager herself when I was born and to make ends meet she turned to prostitution. I didn’t realize exactly what her job was when I was younger but I saw men leaving money on the table and pawing her all the time. I was jealous of them touching her.

As I got older, the longing increased. I started having vivid fantasies of how our bodies would become one. When I lay in bed, her bedroom next to mine, I often heard her and my “uncles” fuck. When I heard her moans and screams, I envisioned her in my bed doing that as a result of OUR lovemaking.

Sometimes Ma used to be hired for special occasions. Large groups of men would fuck her at a hotel or other venue, one price for the night. Those evenings, countless men would get to have their way with her. Her boyfriend Jack used to arrange those parties and he gave her very little of what was earned. Jack was an ass and I kept begging her to drop him but she felt he was all she deserved.

By the time I was 19 I had had a few sexual experiences of my own. That didn’t diminish how much I wanted my still gorgeous Ma. In fact, my first experience was with a woman around the same age.

Cindy taught me things that you can’t learn about in sex magazines. She loved having her firm round ass licked and fucked. I spent many hours sucking on her swollen clit and licking up and down her gushing slit as she devoured my throbbing dick. We did positions that the Kama Sutra probably never included. Ok, maybe that is a slight exaggeration but we really had some great fucking sessions. All good things must come to an end and shortly after Cindy and I split up, I heard she had started up with her next boy toy.

While I was sitting at the kitchen table one morning, Ma grabbed something to eat.