Mom was passed out drunk and I couldn’t control my urges. I fucked her 3 times but now I’m scared my baby sister is actually mine. It’s complicated.
I was 13 and my mother went on an evening out on the town, she does consistently, she’s not an alcoholic however she really does some of the time get back home squandered.
I got out of bed and walked to the top of the stairs, where I saw her sitting on the bottom step, looking like she had fallen asleep. This particular time, she came home at 2 a.m. and was extremely noisy, which woke me up.
Because I didn’t want to leave her there, I went down and tried to get her to wake up. She opened her eyes, smiled at me, and said, “Hiya – burp – Toby.” I love you.” She spoke.
“I love you as well, mother. Come on, you can’t sleep here, though. I said, disappointed that I needed to convey her up the steps once more, she put her arm around me and we gradually made out far up the steps, mother continued stumbling on the means and chuckling, however it was actually a major buzz-kill entertaining, I battled for a very long time to get her up the steps then she ran in to the restroom to vomit, “I’ll get you some water.” I said as I went downstairs to get a drink.
Mom had gone into her bedroom when I returned upstairs, and she was sitting on the floor with her arm and head on the bed. It looked like she tried to get into bed but didn’t quite succeed, so I put the glass down, put my arms under hers, and lifted her up onto her bed. I took her boots off, but as I rolled her on her side to see if she might get sick that night, her right breast popped out of her top, and she was only wearing a thin bra top and
My mother was just 28, she had me when she was about my age, being so youthful she was still generally excellent looking, even to me, as a matter of fact she seemed to be a 18 year old, she was simply so energetic looking, and her boobs were still super-firm, she had huge boobs and an astonishing figure.
Mother was all the way out of it, I attempted to awaken her yet nothing worked, she was excessively tipsy, being a hormonal young kid I was unable to oppose the valuable chance to contact her boob, so I connected and measured it in my grasp, I got a moment boo, her boob felt both delicate and springy and it was flawlessly adjusted.
Subsequent to feeling her boob my chicken got so hard it really began to hurt so I pushed my fighters down permitting my rooster to feel the cool air in the room, which help somewhat, my considerations floated and it resembled my chicken was conversing with me inside my head, and advising me to screw my mother.
I combat with my tainted considerations for some time yet in the long run buckled, mother was oblivious and she could never be aware, I dismissed my fighters from my feet and I took out her other boob and I measured both her boobs for some time, then, at that point, I crushed my chicken among them and utilized her boobs to snap me off and I came all over them.
When I jerk off, my cock usually shrinks almost immediately, but this time it didn’t because it knew there was a pussy close by and wanted it. With my cock fully hard, I rolled Mom on her back, took off her skirt and top, and I quickly took off her red lace pantyhose.
I couldn’t see any hairs on Mom’s pussy, and when I touched it, it was warm and a little slippery. Mom looked sexy when she was naked, and having me at such a young age must have been good for her because her skin was so smooth and tight.
She moaned a little when I flicked her clit, then when I finger fucked her hole, she spread her legs apart. I think it turned her on because her pussy got wetter and she started squeezing her own boobs while she was still asleep.
I continued to hear the voices in my mind once more, “Screw her. Screw her. “Fuck her!” She felt a little tight, but it slid inside her quite easily, it was lovely, warm, and soft inside. I leaned forward, placing my palms on the bed at her sides to hold myself up, and my cock touched her pussy. My cock muscle flexed and made my cock bounce.
Feeling within her pussy with my rooster made me laugh to myself, I recently continued to believe that I emerged from her pussy when I was conceived and presently I will come in her pussy, how peculiar is that.
So there I was fucking my mother like she was a ten dollar prostitute, she groaned and despite the fact that she stayed oblivious the whole time, her body responded to our affection making and she was moving near and her hands were all over me and her fingernails were scratching down my back.
I gave her a few kisses, to which she responded, and I even told her several times, “You have such a nice pussy, mommy.” I murmured.
“Ungh – Mmm” she moaned.
It was so much better than when I jerked myself off that I came within a few minutes; it was such an erotic feeling ejaculating inside of my mother.
But I didn’t stop there; I rested for a few minutes and then fucked her again. After the first time, I started to get good at it and even tried different positions, like sitting up and resting mom’s legs on my shoulders. After that, I fucked her hard, ramming my cock into her pussy more and more.
The third time I fucked her, I normally sat on top of her with her arms and legs cuffed around me and pounded away with my balls knocking against her ass. However, just before I came, I pulled out, shuffled up the bed, and forced my cock into her mouth, causing her to swallow my sperm.
After all that fucking, I was pretty worn out, so I put her pants back on, wrapped her in her blanket, kissed her on the forehead, and went back to my room to sleep.
When my mother came downstairs holding her head and looking seriously drowsy, I was already awake and eating breakfast in the kitchen before school the following day. I asked, “Are you alright, mom?” I was cautious when I asked because I was concerned that she would find out.
“Good morning, dear.” She expressed, strolling over to me and giving me a kiss on the cheek, “I’m fine.” “What happened last night?” she asked as she headed to the cabinet to get some headache pills, which she took with a glass of water. She inquired.
I thought I had been yelled at, “What do you mean?” and nearly choked on my cereal. I inquired.
“I remember getting out of the taxi, but I don’t remember anything else after that,” she stated. She stated
“Nothing?” I pressed.
She gave it some thought as she tried to remember, and then she shook her head and said, “Not a thing.” She said so.
I was so feeling better, “All things considered, I needed to convey you up to bed once more.” I said.
“I’m so sorry, darling,” she said as she looked at me with shame in her eyes. She said, then, at that point, she came over and embraced me, “I love you. You’re continuously dealing with me aren’t you.” She said.
“Yep.” I answered, I dealt with her okay.
Therefore, up until nine months later, when she gave birth to my sister Tia, I had sex with my mother three times and got away with it.
Now, the week before I had sex with mom, she went out and brought a man home with her. They had sex, and I overheard her talking about him to her friends, who assumed he was the father of my sister.
But do you know how it feels when someone has a baby and someone says, “Oh, he has your eyes?” or, “He looks like his dad so much.” People kept pointing out how much Tia resembled me, which made me wonder if I was the one who gave birth to my mother and not the man she brought home.
That would imply that Tia is my little girl, yet right now I have not a chance of knowing reality, I could finish a mysterious DNA test yet I’m frightened that whoever does the test, in the event that Tia is mine, they’ll see that she has my qualities as well as mothers and work out that I engaged in sexual relations with my own mother.
I’m about to leave it and allow them to accept she’s the girl of her casual hookup, whoever he was.
To be clear, I have no qualms whatsoever about fucking my mother; she was a good fuck and I loved her all three times.