This is a story about incest in which a mother fucks her son. If you don’t like that kind of story, stop here. The introduction is quite long, but I encourage you to read it because it sets up the whole story. If you are desperate for a sexual solution, skip to the middle and you will find what you are looking for. However, I would suggest you go back and read the entire piece.
Introduction
Two years had passed since Roberto’s father died. The boy was 16 years old when the tragedy occurred. Although Tommy missed his father dearly, it was not any more than his mother did. His life had been ideal: living in the suburbs, a two-car garage and nice schools. Everything was almost perfect until the accident.
Paco had been driving home from work late one night when a drunk driver crossed the center line and hit his car head-on. He never had a chance. Police said the other car had been traveling nearly a hundred miles per hour.
The funeral was hard for everyone. Paco and Marta’s relatives came from all over the country and were a great help to Roberto and his mother. However, when the funeral was over, Marta and Roberto had to go home and deal with the loss alone. The accident changed their lives dramatically.
Roberto’s mother, Marta, had to go back to work to make ends meet and they had to sell their house. However, in the two years since Paco’s death, Marta had done very well at her job and had been lucky in the stock market. She had bought a new house for herself and Roberto, smaller than before, but very comfortable. Work and investments provided enough money to enjoy life and take an occasional vacation.
Although the two years since the accident had been financially stable, it was emotionally difficult. On an emotional level, she and Roberto were still struggling. They were supportive of each other and, as a result, had become closer than the typical mother and typical teenage son.
The boy became the man of the house from overnight, but he knew he couldn’t make up for the loss of his father for his mother.
Roberto was a tall, handsome, slender boy at 6’2″ and 175 pounds. He was bigger than most of his peers. However, although he appeared to be a confident teenager, he was actually very shy and overly sensitive. Even though he had his father’s handsome face and his mother’s blue eyes, he was not comfortable around girls.
Roberto wanted to date with someone, but every time he was with an attractive girl, he became tongue-tied and embarrassed. It was easier for him to avoid those situations. Besides, he almost felt he would cheat on his mother if he dated.
At 18, Roberto graduated from high school with honors and earned a soccer scholarship to a local college. Although he looked like the American boy, he had never had a girlfriend. His shyness was an incredible embarrassment to him. The shyness was primarily the result of a slight stutter he had developed shortly after his father’s death. He had successfully hidden it from his mother until now and most of the time he could hide it. However, it tended to show up when he was nervous and way too often, which was in the gifts of girls of his age.
Martha was also a very attractive woman. She was 5’7″ tall and had a well-proportioned body. However, like most women, she was critical of her body. She thought her butt was too round and her breasts were too large. Her tendency was to dress on the conservative side to cover up her perceived flaws.
Marta had been desperately lonely since Paco’s death. Although, she tried not to lean too much on Roberto, he seemed to be the only one who really understood. She didn’t have to explain to him how she felt when she was sad, angry or lonely. He just knew. Marta thought she could read Roberto too.
Out of sheer loneliness, Marta had tried to date someone. Unfortunately, she hadn’t met anyone she really liked or connected with on an emotional level or, for that matter, on a physical level. Marta still had strong sexual desires. However, she needed more than one man. She needed tenderness and understanding first. Most of the men she dated seemed to think that, because she was a young widow, she would jump into bed in a heartbeat.
Roberto tried to encourage her to go out and have fun, but when he would suggest she find someone, she would always tell him that he was the only man she needed in her life. It was almost as if she was cheating on Roberto or damaging Paco’s memory. Although she knew deep down it was time to move on, she couldn’t let go of the past.
At 36, Marta worked hard to keep the family financially solvent. Her job as a public relations executive was rewarding but time-consuming. She had to work 12 hours a day and sometimes on Saturdays.
Roberto convinced her to wear sexier clothes and even convinced her that she looked great in short skirts and low cut tops. He told her that she needed to show off her assets to get ahead in business. It had worked on a business level. However, her good looks also attracted a lot of unwanted attention from men.
Every time Roberto told her she should date, she would turn his comments around and tell him that he should be the one to date.
Martha was more concerned about her son’s lack of social development than dating herself. She wanted him to go out and have fun, yet he would be home most weekend nights with her.
This is how a mother fucks her son
One Saturday night, Marta found Roberto sitting in the living room watching TV as usual.
“Roberto, why are you sitting at home tonight, why don’t you go out with someone?” said Marta, sitting down next to her son and putting her arm around his shoulders. They had this conversation almost every weekend.
“Come on mom, give me a break. I don’t need to go out, besides, I’d rather be home with you.” That had been his usual response. It was a lame excuse and they both knew it.
“Roberto, you need to have friends, you know… girlfriends,” Marta said in exasperation. Then she looked at him seriously and said, “I’m worried about you.”
“You seem to be doing fine without boyfriends, why do I need girlfriends?”
“Come on Roberto, that’s different and you know it. I’ve already been married. Besides, I already have a man. You!” said Marta, squeezing his shoulder affectionately.
“Well, I have plenty of time to go out. Also, I already have a woman. you!” Roberto replied smiling as he used his mother’s own words.
Marta sighed in frustration. “Well, we’re a good couple, aren’t we?”
“Mom, you’re my best friend,” Roberto said seriously, snuggling into her arm.
“And you’re my best friend too,” Marta said, hugging him again. Still, she couldn’t let it go. “You still have to date someone. It’s not healthy.”
Roberto took a deep breath. “Mom…”
“What?”
Roberto’s mouth hung open but nothing came out. His head fell back on the couch and he closed his eyes. His face seemed to color with embarrassment. “It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter,” he finally said.
“Come on Roberto…. please don’t shut me down,” Martha said, turning his face toward her and looking into his cloudy eyes. “We’ve always been able to talk about anything, haven’t we?”
Roberto had wanted to talk to his mother for a long time about his shyness and stuttering, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. Furthermore, he felt embarrassed to talk to her about girls. Now that he had finally gotten up the nerve to talk about it, he knew he had to continue. “It’s…. it’s just that I’m…. I’m not very hot with girls. I’m too shy and every time I get close to a pretty girl…. I… I get tongue-tied,” Roberto said, and his eyes were unable to look at his mother.
Marta was surprised, but tried not to show it. She had never heard of being tongue-tied before. “Wait a minute, you always say I’m a pretty girl and don’t get tongue tied around me.”
“I’m serious, Mom, I don’t know what to do or say with girls. I’ve only kissed two girls in my whole life,” said Roberto before he could stop himself.
“Really?” said Marta in amazement. My God, he was 18 and had only kissed two girls, she thought. He must be a virgin! The realization shocked Marta. Then a bigger problem occurred to her. “You like girls, don’t you?”
“Mommmmmmmmmm! Of course I like girls,” said Roberto, now totally embarrassed.
Marta sighed in relief.
“It’s just that… just that…. oh hell… I haven’t even been on a real date.”
“Wow Roberto, I had no idea!” Marta couldn’t hide the shock in her voice. “I’ve seen you go out. You said you were going out with girls.”
“I’m sorry mom, I lied to you. I’m going to the library or the mall. I didn’t want you to feel bad for me. You have enough on your mind.”
Suddenly, Martha realized that she had neglected Roberto since his father died. She had been a fool to think she could read him. She had been so busy mourning her own loss, feeling sorry for herself and working on her career that she had missed all the signs. It was now obvious that he was very sexually immature. God, how could I have been so stupid, she thought.
Both sat in silence for a long time. Neither of them knew what to say.
Finally, Marta broke the ice with an idea.
“Roberto, what would you think of you and me going on a date?”
“Come on, Mom, get serious!”
“I’m serious. You’re very comfortable with me, so why don’t we go out? You can act like I’m your date. I can tell you what you need to work on. After all, I still remember what girls like.” Martha paused when she realized he might be embarrassed to go out with his mother. “That is if you weren’t too embarrassed to be seen with your old mother.”
“Gosh, Mom, you’re not old, you’re the most beautiful woman I know!” her face turned red as soon as he said it.
“Thanks honey, and you’re the most handsome man I know. So why don’t the two of us go out on a date?”
Roberto was quiet for a few minutes, thinking. Maybe it would be good for her to go out, he thought. Besides, she could stop bugging him about dating. It might be a way to help her. Suddenly, he liked the idea. “Well… okay… I guess it will be fun,” Roberto said in a casual tone.
“You don’t seem very excited,” Marta said with a grimace.
“It’s not that,” Roberto said quickly. But… but…
“What is it, honey?”
“I don’t… didn’t know anything about it. I… uh… you know, I’d feel silly if I screwed up. That would be embarrassing,” Roberto said, stuttering in his voice.
“There’s nothing you can do to embarrass yourself, honey,” Martha said stroking his leg affectionately. “Come on, let’s get dressed and you can take me to dinner and a cinema,” Marta said, reaching across the table and picking up her car keys and handing them to him. “You can even drive, lover.”
“Mom,” Roberto said, red-faced again. Underneath the embarrassment, however, he was as excited as he had not been in a long time.
Twenty minutes later, Roberto was walking around the living room nervously, waiting for his mother. When he saw her coming down the stairs, he started to say something, but stopped in mid-sentence with his mouth open.
Marta had a tight, white halter top that was low cut, exposing the tops of her breasts, and a short, black skirt and high heels. She thought Roberto would like the outfit since he picked it out for her.
“What’s wrong?” Marta asked worriedly at the look on her son’s face. Suddenly, she thought she had made a big mistake.
“Mom, uh, uh, uh, look, look…” Roberto stuttered trying to tell her how good she looked.
“I’m going to change,” Martha said, turning to go back upstairs fearing she had gone too far in her attempt to look young and “sexy.”
“No! You look beautiful,” Roberto said.
Marta turned around smiling. “Thanks honey, I thought you were upset with what I was wearing.”
“Wow mom, I hope some of my friends see me with you. God, they will be so jealous!”
Martha felt her heart swell with pride and love. “Well, let’s make them jealous. For tonight, why don’t you call me Marta,” she said with a smile.
“Okay, Mo… uh Marta,” Roberto replied. “Marta,” he said again to himself, loving the way her name rolled off his tongue.
Roberto ran to the car in front of his mom to open the door and let her in. As she sat down, Roberto couldn’t help but notice the expanse of her thighs as she lifted her skirt. When he looked up he saw his mother smiling at him. God, she saw me looking up her skirt, Roberto thought. I can’t even do that right, he thought, mentally chastising himself.
As he drove, Roberto watched his mother’s legs. He felt a movement between her legs and suddenly felt very confused.
Marta’s skirt had lifted up her legs, revealing her tanned thighs. He tried to pull it down, but the bucket seats in his car made it difficult.
Roberto drove to a small Italian restaurant they went to from time to time. It was quiet and intimate, with a genuine Mediterranean look. The tables were covered with red tablecloths and each had an old wine bottle in the center with a lit candle. There was even a violinist playing music.
The dinner went very well and was very relaxing. Marta even let Roberto have a couple of glasses of wine. Marta wanted him to feel more grown up. He certainly needed a little confidence.
Marta drank a little more wine than Roberto. She felt a little tipsy, but also warm and relaxed.
Roberto had no trouble talking to his mother. The wine had loosened his tongue a bit. Besides, it wasn’t like it was a real date, he thought.
They talked about school, friends, music, movies, all the things a boy and a girl would talk about on a date. Occasionally, Martha would point out things about how he should act on a date. Like waiting for her date to take a seat before sitting down or opening the door to the restaurant for her. She tried not to be too critical. Not surprisingly, though, Roberto didn’t need much training. He was a gentleman by nature, like his father.
For a moment, Roberto forgot that Marta was his mother.
Marta also forgot for a short time that she had dated her son. He suddenly seemed so mature. His pretty blue eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight as he laughed and his face lit up like a candle when he smiled. God, he was handsome, she thought. Suddenly, Marta felt a little shiver run through her.
When dinner was over, Roberto walked Marta to the car, unlocking the restaurant door and hurrying to open the car door.
Marta was a little unsteady on her feet. She knew she shouldn’t have taken the last glass of wine.
When Roberto opened the car door and her mom slid out, he tried not to look at her exposed thighs again. However, that was impossible. Try as he might, his eyes were drawn to the dark area between his mother’s legs. The light from a street lamp melted the shadows and Roberto breathed. His mother’s legs opened, revealing the silky tops of her thigh high nylons, her smooth thighs and then a pair of pale blue silk panties hugging the pouch of her sex. She paused for a second with one leg out of the car.
Roberto was almost frozen, his eyes as big as saucers.
“Well, are we going to the movies or not?” Marta asked, noticing again that her son was peering up under her skirt. Another shiver ran through her. Now Marta wasn’t sure if the expansion of her thighs had been an accident on her part or not. She felt so naughty tonight. It was just a bit of innocent fun, she told herself. The wine was making everything seem just right.
Roberto’s scarlet face turned scarlet when he saw his mom looking at him again. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of his behavior. If I do this to my own mother, what will I do when I go out with a real girlfriend, he thought.
At the movie theater they bought soda and popcorn and then found a seat near the back row. Since the movie had been playing for a while, the theater wasn’t crowded. They practically had the theater to themselves.
The movie was funny and light, making them both laugh. Halfway through the movie, Roberto carefully lifted his arm and placed it on the back of the seat behind his mother, his bare arm touching her shoulders.
Marta didn’t miss the movement and felt another one of those little shivers come over her.
At one point when they were laughing, Roberto moved his arm until he was around her, his hand hanging over her shoulder. His mom caught him sighing and snuggled even closer to his arm.
Martha smiled to herself at her son’s boldness. She felt so comfortable and loved in that moment. It had been a long time since she had felt that way.
Suddenly, Roberto realized that his fingers were touching his mother’s upper chest, where the soft flesh was exposed. He could feel his heart begin to beat rapidly in his chest.
Martha felt the fingers but let them stay where they were, as she didn’t want to spoil the mood. Besides, it was innocent fun and probably an accident, she told herself.
Roberto could no longer concentrate on the movie. Almost without his control, his fingers began to move lightly back and forth across the exposed swelling of his chest. The movement was delicate, almost imperceptible. Still, Roberto could feel it. It felt as if his fingertips were on fire. Enough! he said to himself. It’s not normal for a mother to fuck her son.
After a few minutes, Marta noticed his fingers moving. It was a sensual, almost ticklish touch. It could have been accidental. When she felt goose bumps rise on her chest, she knew she had to stop him. However, she didn’t want to embarrass him. She probably didn’t even know she was doing it. It was just an innocent touch. However, the tingling she felt between her legs was not so innocent.
Roberto’s hand trembled, as his fingers grew bolder. His fingertips moved further down until they were barely under the elastic of her blouse. Now, there was no question whether he was accidentally touching her or not. I couldn’t believe how bold he was.
Martha’s breathing increased. She wanted to stop him, but it had been so long since anyone she cared about had paid attention to her. The mother’s brain was in a battle with the woman’s brain; a woman who had missed intimate touches for so long. Martha began to squirm in her seat. Incredibly, she could feel her panties getting wet. When she felt Roberto’s fingers begin to move further down, she reached up and grabbed her hand, preventing further movement. However, she did not remove her fingers from the top, but held them where they were, almost pressing them against her soft flesh.
Roberto breathed a sigh of relief when his mother did not punish him. At one point, she released his hand to reach for the popcorn on the seat next to him. When she turned back, Roberto took the opportunity to move his fingers down again, getting half of his hand under the top before she stopped him.
Now Marta held his fingers from outside the top. His heartbeat had sped up after the mother fucked her son.
Roberto felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. His penis was now very uncomfortable in his pants. He squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position. He couldn’t bend over and adjust.
Martha held Roberto’s trembling hand tightly, knowing that a fraction more than an inch and he could feel her nipple. In fact, her fingertips touched the large brown areola. He could feel the hard nipples throbbing almost painfully. Now, her breathing was as hard as Roberto’s.
The two sat almost frozen. As the tension in Marta’s fingers eased, she felt Roberto’s fingers begin to move down again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She could feel the fingers moving across the irregular surface of her areola. Then they parted around the swollen nipple…. This is how a mother fucks her son.