Incest/Taboo Confessions of a Loving Mother

My mother gave a slight nod, as if she had figured me out.

The next day. I arrived home around 4 pm after being in another study group with my friends. I wasn't sure if my mother was home or not, since she leaves the office at different times. When I opened the front door and walked inside, I assumed I was home alone.

There was a ruffling sound in the kitchen. Normally, if my mother was home, she would call out and say 'hello,' and then ask how my day was. There was no call, but someone was in our house. I walked towards the kitchen and saw something completely unexpected.

It was my mother and she had quickly thin silk robe. I briefly saw her bare shoulder as she ruffled around.

"Oh, sorry," I said. "I thought I was home alone."

"Well, I'm here," she replied as she clenched her robe tightly to cover her chest. "I thought I would be home alone, too. You're early today."

She seemed kind of frozen, like she had just been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. It was pretty obvious what it was, since she never walks around in just her robe.

"Were you naked just now?" I asked without thinking.

She clenched her robe tighter. "So what if I was?"

I immediately realized that I sounded like a jerk.

"Nevermind. Sorry, I'm going now."

She sighed, " I was naked before you arrived home. I wanted to try the doctor's advice."

"Did it work?"

"I don't know. When I took off my robe, I heard the door open and you showed up."

"Sorry again for ruining your experiment, or whatever it is," I said apologetically.

"Don't be sorry. There's always next time, right?" she asked with both eyebrows raised.

"Right, there's always next time."

I couldn't tell if my mother was being sexually suggestive, or if she was speaking in terms of her therapy. I could tell by looking at her chest that she was breathing faster.

She walked passed me and I could see the flustered look on her face. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was aroused. But from what?

A week later. It was almost evening and the sun was coming down. I was sitting on the couch watching tv when my mother came home. She was dressed in a professional office attire as usual. She had just returned from her first session with a new therapist and the look on her face showed how delighted she was with everything.

She sat down on the couch next to me. "I told my new therapist everything. I told him about my brother and my issues with nudity, and he was open minded about it. I also told him about the advice I received from Dr. Rossii."

"What did he say about it?" I asked.

"Time was up, so we didn't have a chance to fully discuss it. But he is an avid fan of Dr. Rossii, and says that whatever Rossii advises is probably the best route to go."

"Are you going to give it another try?"

"Do you want me to?" she asked with a seemingly open mind.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's your decision, mom. They're the experts, not me."

A smile slowly grew on her face. "You want to see me naked, don't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because of how interested you've become in my therapy. Plus you're so much like my brother. You're very protective of me, just like he is. So if you're anything like your Uncle Jeff, then you probably have the same secret fantasies."

"You're thinking way too hard, mom," I replied, trying to divert attention away from myself.

"Do you want to know who told me about that theory?"

"Who?"

"Dr. Rossii suggested it," she replied. "He's one of the country's leading experts on human sexuality. He knows a lot about human desires. When he suggested that deep inside, you might have incestuous feelings towards me, I couldn't believe it. So he asked me to start telling you my secrets and to watch your reactions. That's why I did it. My new therapist agrees with that assessment. They're both very smart men."

Suddenly I was at a loss for words. Two smart experts had come to the same conclusion. How could I argue otherwise?

"Do you believe them?" I asked nervously.

She playfully shrugged. "Maybe. I'm not sure."

With that said, she got up and told me that dinner would be ready in a while. Then she headed up the stairs to change her clothes.

Saturday morning. It began as a typical day. I came down the stairs to the smell of my mother's home cooking. The dining table was covered with fresh food. My mother was doing the dishes and occasionally looking through the window.

The only difference this morning was that my mother was wearing a thin silk robe, instead of her usual home clothes. I could slightly see the shape of her backside through the thin material.

"Smells great," I said.

My mother had finished washing the dishes and turned the water off. She looked at me and then she smiled. My eyes briefly looked to the middle of her closed robe, wondering if she was truly naked underneath.

"Morning," she said. "I hope you're hungry."

"Always."

"Perfect. Have a seat."

We ate together. We made small talk. When the room became quiet and we focused on eating, my mother's robe started to slip open. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for me to see the center of her bare chest. I took a few glances.

"Have a good look?" she asked, before taking a sip of her coffee.

"What do you mean?" I replied, trying to be coy.

"I saw you peeking. Don't worry, it's my fault. I was going to change my clothes after cooking, but you woke up earlier than I expected. The food was still hot so I figured we might as well eat together right away."

"Were you... never mind... I shouldn't ask."

"It's okay," she replied. "Go ahead. Ask."

"Were you naked earlier?"

"As a matter of fact, I spent the last half-hour cooking with no clothes on. I only put on the robe when I saw our neighbor peeking in the kitchen."

"Which one of our neighbors saw?" I asked, amused.

"Mr. Jensen," she replied. "We often wave at each other while he waters his lawn in the morning. This time he saw me naked. You should have seen the look on his face. His jaw dropped and he completely froze."

"What did you do?"

"I waved at him. When I remembered I was naked, I put my robe back on. I'm pretty sure he liked it."

"I'm sure he won't look at you the same anymore."

"Probably not," she replied, almost wanting to laugh. "He had a nice little show. He definitely enjoyed it. I'll be honest, I enjoyed it too. I still felt embarrassed after being caught. But it was fun being naked all morning."

"It sounds like you're almost over your phobia of being naked in front of others. I'm glad. I wish I could have been there to see it."

As soon as those words last words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted it. The look on my mother's face said it all. She looked surprised. Her expression was priceless.

She raised an eyebrow. "So, you wished you could have seen it?"

"You know what I meant. I like that you're blossoming and overcoming fears. That's what I was trying to say."

"You're not interested in seeing me naked?" she asked teasingly.

I was completely caught off guard by my mother's question. Suddenly, she seemed serious, like it wasn't a joke anymore.

"Now you're really making me uncomfortable," I joked.

"To be honest, I also felt uncomfortable when Dr. Rossii suspected that you may be prone to incestuous fantasies. A part of me felt like such a horrible mother, as if I had failed in some way. But he assured me that there was nothing wrong with this. That these things are common."

"You're just teasing me, aren't you?" I asked. "You're trying to find out if his theories are correct."

My mother opened the right side of her robe to expose a bare breast to me. It was round, full, and firm looking. Her nipple was large and brown. It was the first time I had ever seen her naked breast, and it was beautiful.

"This is more than just about teasing you," she replied in a heartfelt manner, with her breast still exposed. "This is about finding where my boundaries are. At my age, I want to explore the limits of my sexuality to the fullest extent. So far the results are surprising."

She closed her robe and my free view of her breast ended with me wanting more. My mind was racing, but as usual, I didn't want her to know how aroused I was becoming.

"Did you enjoy showing that to me?" I asked.

"I did," she replied. "Can I be brutally honest for a moment?"

"Of course."

She took a deep breath. "Thank you for all of our chats. They've been extremely helpful to me. But part of the reason why I told you so much is because I secretly enjoyed it. I enjoyed telling you these things. I've always wanted to relive that feeling I experienced with my brother when I was younger."

I was struck by my mother's words and honesty, especially her admission that talking to me was somehow sexually gratifying to her.

"I've enjoyed our chats too," I admitted. "To be honest, I found them arousing. I think you already knew that. I don't know why, but it was amazing hearing about your sexual side."

"Do you mind if I take my robe off?"

"I don't mind."

My mother looked me directly in the eyes as she untied her robe. Her face was expressionless and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. The robe opened and I saw the middle of her bare chest. She gave the robe a gentle tug and it fell to the bottom of her chair. My eyes marveled at my topless mother. Her breasts were slightly sagging and I could see them jiggle as she moved her arms to take the robe off completely.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"I love them," I replied. "How do you feel right now?"

"Liberated."

"I can tell."

She smiled at me and went back to eating, as if nothing was out of the ordinary with her breasts showing. The slight smile remained on her face as she continued to eat. I could tell she was enjoying being naked in front of me. At that moment, she was the exhibitionist, and I was the voyeur. The aspect of mother/son incest between us only made things more erotic.

After a few short minutes, we finished our food and she looked at me with an overly proper expression, as if she was still getting used to her nudity.

"I should get started with the dishes now," she said. "And I think you've seen enough for one day."

When she stood up, I saw my mother completely naked for the very first time. She had dark curly pubic hairs around her vaginal area. Her hips were full. She had the body of a luscious mature woman.

She quickly put the robe back on and tied it. There was a sense of embarrassment in her actions, as if she regretted it. There was also a sense of satisfaction on her face, like she had become very aroused.

My mother could barely make eye contact with me for the rest of that morning and afternoon. She spent much of the day in her home office because of an upcoming trial she was preparing for. When I saw her around the house, she was fully dressed wearing a tshirt and sweatpants.

Towards the evening, I saw her standing in front of the large living room window with a cup of tea in her hand. It was one of her favorite ways of calming down if her work became stressful. She didn't say anything to me, even though she knew I was there, which was unusual.

"Are you upset over what happened earlier?" I asked, walking over to where she was standing.

She turned to look at me. "What makes you think I'm upset?"

Both of us looked through the window at the view together. The sun was still out, but not for long.

"Things have been really awkward since this morning," I said. "I hope you don't regret anything."

"I'm not embarrassed by what I did. I don't feel ashamed for showing you my body. It's terrifying knowing that I enjoyed it so much. How could I? With my own son? What's wrong with me?"

I put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't feel bad. There's nothing wrong with this."

"Are you just trying to make me feel better? Or do you want to see me naked again? Give me an honest answer."

"Would you be offended if I said I wanted to see you naked again?" I asked.

"No," she whispered.

"There's your honest answer. I want to see you naked again."

"Keep your eyes forward, towards the sunset."

I did what she asked and continued watching the sun going down. She put her tea cup on a nearby table. Then I heard my mother undressing. I could hear her tshirt and pants being tossed to the floor. Then I heard her bra unclasp. Then I heard her panties being removed.

She moved behind me and gave me a tight squeeze with her arms wrapped around my body. I felt her heavy breasts pressing against my back. It was a breathtaking moment for us.

"How does this feel?" she asked warmly.

"It feels nice. What are you thinking about?"

"I feel young again," she replied blissfully. "I feel like I'm 18 years old. This brings back fond memories of happier times. It's scary. I knew all along that these feelings were developing between us."

"Looks like Dr. Rossii was right," I replied.

"Too bad he's a jerk though," she laughed, squeezing me tighter.

The sun was going down and it was becoming darker by the moment. My mother and I just stood there and enjoyed the feeling of her bare breasts pressed against my back, and her arms wrapped around my body.

"I better get dressed and start preparing dinner now," she said, rubbing my shoulders. "We've been standing here for a while, doing nothing. You're probably bored from listening to my emotional rantings by now."

Impulsively, I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand down to my crotch. Out of curiosity, she squeezed my shorts to find out if I was aroused. When she squeezed her hand, she felt my throbbing erection.

"Oh my," she gasped, with her hand grabbing my cock through my shorts. "It must be painful."

"In a good way."

"And it's because of me?"

"I think you already know that," I replied.

She paused for a moment. "I feel the same way."

The fine line between mother and son had already been crossed, with her breasts against my back, and her hand rubbing my throbbing erection.

"Stand in front of me," I said.

"Is this a private therapy session?" she asked playfully.

"You'd have to pay me again, of course," I joked.

My mother let go, and then she stood in front of me. The sun had just disappeared and outside was rapidly becoming dark. But there was still enough light to see her bare figure.

I wrapped my arms around her naked body. My hands briefly roamed her body. She felt soft and luscious. Then I reached down with one hand and touched the outside of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs between my fingers. Then I slipped two of my fingers inside of her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness.

"You're soaking wet, mom."

"I know," she replied, with my fingers deep inside of her. "Being naked in my son's arms isn't something a mother should ever be proud of. But it's undeniable. I love this feeling."

"So do I."

My fingers went deeper inside of her and she gasped. Her moans became louder as I fondled her pussy. I used my other hand to fondle her breast for the very first time. It was soft and round. I played with her large nipple and pussy at the same time. The moans coming out of her mouth showed how much she loved it.

"I've wanted this for so long," she admitted, in a state of sexual bliss. "I've fantasized about being naked around you. I've wanted to share my body with you. I've dreamt of you touching me like this."

My fingers moved at a faster rate, bringing more pleasure to her nipple and pussy. Her moans became louder. Soon, it wasn't enough. I wanted to pleasure her the best that I could. I needed to make her cum.

Our eyes were merely inches apart. I could feel her breathing on my skin. She probably assumed that I wanted to kiss her, which I did, but there would be time for that later. At that very moment, I wanted something else.

I got down on my knees. My mother knew exactly what I was planning to do, and she spread her legs apart while standing in the dark living room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, having mixed feelings that this was happening.

I looked up at her and nodded.

The tip of my tongue touched the bottom end of her brown labia and her body immediately quivered. I could hear my mother moaning as I licked up and down. She placed both of her hands on my head to make sure I wouldn't stop. Then I wrapped both of my hands around the back of her thighs, feeling the muscles in her legs do everything in their power to make sure she could stand up straight. The more I licked the outside of her pussy, the more her body reacted.

"Please don't stop," she said in a sexually depraved voice. "Put your tongue inside me. I'm so close."

With my mother's permission, I pushed my tongue inside of her pussy and tasted her fluids. She was dripping wet. Her fluids gushed inside of my mouth. I could feel how warm she was as I moved my tongue around. She began to make panting noises with her mouth.

The light outside was gone and we were in the dark. If anyone outside had looked through our window, they would have seen my naked mother standing in the living room, while I performed oral sex on her. I licked her clitoris which immediately got the most reaction from her body. I used one of my fingers to rub her swollen clitoris while I ate her pussy. My mother's hands held the top of my head tightly as she screamed.

I knew I was doing something right. My mouth and my finger kept up the frantic pace, and my mother let out another loud scream. She came. Fluids ran down her pussy.

My mother gently pushed me away and I watched her body shiver. Her face looked like she was in a total state of shock. Her eyes were wide open. She took a few steps back and sat down on the couch to take several deep breaths.

"Are you okay mom?"

"I'm more than okay. That was the best orgasm of my life."

She held my hand and we enjoyed the silence and the darkness of the room. My erection was still there, and she knew it. Once she composed herself, she reached down to rub my crotch. It was the beginning of our new relationship.

Several months later on an early weekend morning. I came down the stairs to the smell of my mother's cooking. I saw her in the kitchen as she was mixing something in a bowl. She was facing the window, so she didn't see me. But I saw her clearly. She was naked except for a small apron. I marveled at her naked backside. It was a sight I never grew tired of. I especially loved her full hips and thighs. Her ass was full and luscious.

When I walked behind her, I gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She continued mixing the batter so she could bake muffins.

"Morning mom. Smells great."

"You could have stayed in bed a little longer," she replied, still mixing "None of the food is ready yet."

I gave her a kiss on the neck. "Am I distracting you?"

"Kind of. But I don't mind. You're always a nice distraction."

She turned her head and gave me a kiss on the lips. Then another. Then our tongues met. The kiss we shared was both lewd and loving at the same time. It was completely inappropriate, yet it made perfect sense to both of us.

"You look sexy in that small apron," I said, moving my hands around to caress both of her bare breasts.

"I thought you preferred me completely naked?"

"I do. But there's something really sexy about a naked woman who also takes the time to be prim and proper."

"Very true. And the apron is a necessity. The last thing I need is for hot oil to splash against my chest."

I pinched her nipples. "We can't have that happening. Especially since your breasts are so sensitive."

"I know. But I'm sure Mr. Jensen would rather see me without the apron."

"He still spies on you?"

"Every chance he gets," she replied. "Especially on the weekends when he knows I'm naked in the kitchen."

"I can't blame him for that. You always look amazing. Did he spy on you this morning?"

"He certainly did. As always, I pretended not to see him so that he would have a nice little show. Why do you ask? Are you jealous?"

My hands squeezed her breasts again. "Why would I be jealous if I get to have your body everyday? Besides, I think Mr. Jensen has great taste in women for spying on someone like you."

"You're too sweet," she replied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of baking to do. There's a charity bake sale in a few hours, remember?"

"Sure I remember. But that doesn't mean we can't have our fun."

My erection was growing and I squeezed my mother extra tightly, pressing my groin against her naked backside so that she knew I was aroused.

"Please, can't this wait until the afternoon?" she pleaded. "I want this as much as you do. But I need to put all of this food in the oven."

"You've already spoiled me. Can't we do both at the same time?"

My hand moved down to her crotch, and I began to finger her vagina.

"Fine. It's my fault for spoiling you. And I still you owe you for our 'therapy' sessions."

I kissed the side of her face. "Therapy is expensive. It's time to pay up."

Once I had permission, I pushed my shorts down to my ankles. My cock was throbbing. She stuck her ass outwards, which allowed me to point my cock directly towards her pussy from behind. She spread her legs so that I would have easy access to her pussy. I guided my cock and penetrated her.

My mother simply carried on with her baking. She added more ingredients to the mixture while I slowly made my way inside of her from behind. I watched as she added dried fruits and nuts to the muffin batter and she moaned while she stirred it.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Thank goodness I'm almost finished or this would have been a real mess."

"You would have figured something out."

I pushed my cock all the way inside, then I slowly pulled out, before going back in again. A rhythm was forming, and we were having sex.

She moaned. "Uhh... maybe... I'm doing two of my favorite hobbies at once."

My mother quickly mixed the batter inside of the bowl while I fucked her from behind. She was making different sounds with her mouth, which showed just how much she was enjoying this. After a few more thrusts, she stopped mixing the batter. Maybe it was because it was actually done. Or maybe she couldn't prepare the food properly while we were having sex. She put both of her hands down on the kitchen counter and enjoyed our unholy coupling.

Her pussy was warm and tight. It became wetter by the moment. That's one of the things I loved about having sex with my mother- how wet she could become. She's always been very good at hiding her emotions, especially as an experienced trial lawyer, but her pussy never lied. Her pussy always revealed her true feelings. And at that very moment, I knew my mother was incredibly horny being ravished like this in her kitchen.

I thrusted as fast and as hard as I could. Our kitchen was surrounded by windows. If our neighbor, Mr. Jensen, decided to spy on my mother again, he would have seen me fucking her from behind. If any of our neighbors had looked through our window, our reputations would have been completely ruined. We would have been chastised from the community. Maybe that terrified my mother. Maybe taking a huge risk only made her more aroused, which was why her pussy was so wet.

"Make me cum," she groaned, with her depraved voice. "I need to cum so bad. Touch my pussy. Rub my clit. You fuck me better than my brother ever did."

She only talked this dirty when she was in the right mood. Her fantasies of incest and being naked around the house always returned when she was hot enough.

Rubbing her clitoris was usually the most common way she achieved an orgasm, since it was the most sensitive area of her body. I used two fingers to rub her engorged clit. I rubbed it in a circular motion as I pounded away from behind.

"I'm right there," she hissed. "God, I'm going to cum. You're so bad... doing this to your own mother."

Before long, her fluids rushed down my fingers. My hand became a complete mess. She squirted. Her wetness ran down my cock and between both of my legs as I kept on fucking. She cried out loud while she came. If our kitchen window was open, the neighbors would have heard my mother having a powerful orgasm.

I came soon after. I clenched my mother's hips tightly and deposited several loads of cum inside of her drenched pussy.

My mother didn't say a word as she leaned on the kitchen counter. I heard her breathing heavily. I saw trickles of sweat begin to form on her shoulders.

"That was amazing," she panted, with her head on the kitchen counter.

I kissed her shoulder and pulled my flaccid cock out. "You're always amazing, mom."

"I needed this. It's my favorite way to start the day."

"Exactly. Now you'll be even more enthusiastic at the bake sale."

She turned around and gave me a kiss on the lips. "There's one more thing that I need from you."

"What's that?"

She smiled, "I haven't had a proper breakfast yet."

My mother casually got down on her knees and engulfed my cock in her mouth. She slurped all of the cum on my cock and swallowed it. She ate my cum along with her own vaginal fluids. She had always said how delicious that cum mixture tasted. It had become her new favorite meal in the past few months and she always ate our cum mixture before she went to court.

By sheer coincidence, Mr. Jensen came outside and watered his lawn. I'm sure he was disappointed that he saw me, instead of my naked mother, who was busy on her knees. We made eye contact and we waved at each other. Little did he know that my mother was on her knees, with a mouthful of cock.
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