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Son’s Birthday Wishes
So 39 year’s ago this month, my beautiful mother gave birth to me through natural childbirth. For 20+ years, I have always dreamed about that beautiful woman that once gave birth to me. I have so many feelings for that beautiful woman. First there is Love, I Love this woman more then any other woman in the world and I would do absolutely anything in the world for her. This beautiful woman provided for me and gave me the best life that anyone could imagine. There isn’t enough words on this Earth that can describe the love I have for her. Secondly, I have Romantic feelings for this beautiful woman. The love I feel for this beautiful woman is more that just a Mother/Son love. It’s the type of love that you feel when you are romanticly involved with someone. I could definitely see me dating or even marring this beautiful woman. Finally, I have sexual feelings for this beautiful woman. For several years now, I have had sexual feelings for that beautiful woman who gave birth to me. During the Blizzard of 1978, this beautiful woman and my father brought life to me. I started as a little sperm getting shot into this beautiful woman’s womb. From there, I spent 9 months bonding with this beautiful woman in her womb. Finally this beautiful woman gave birth to me, where once again I began life sliding out of her womb. It’s only natural for me to have such a strong bond with this beautiful woman. I am hoping that one day, this beautiful woman will give me a chance to see where it all started the “womb.”
Below are 50 Birthday Wishes I would love to receive from the beautiful woman who gave birth to me 39 years ago. I can only wish that this beautiful woman will one day check all these wishes off my list and make our Mother/Son relationship complete.
Wish #1. I would like to receive a passionate kiss from my Mom.
Wish #2. I would like to go on a date with my Mom.
Wish #3. I would like to have a make out session with my Mom.
Wish #4. I would like for my Mom to flash me her breasts.
Wish #5. I would like for my Mom to flash me the womb I once came from.
Wish #6. I would like to watch my Mom while she is changing.
Wish #7. I would like to watch Mother/Son porn movie with my Mom.
Wish #8. I would like my Mom to read one of my favorite sex stories and her to pick one out that’s her favorite for me to read.
Wish #9. I would like to play X-Rated Truth or Dare with my Mom.
Wish #10. I would like to receive a nude photo of my Mom.
Wish #11. I would like my Mom to see the collection of all my porn dedicated to her.
Wish #12. I would like to have a naughty sext session with my Mom.
Wish #13. I would like to have phone sex with my Mom.
Wish #14. I would like to have Webcam sex with my Mom.
Wish #15. I would like to take boudoir photos of my Mom.
Wish #16. I would like to receive a pair of my Mom’s worn bra and panties.
Wish #17. I would like to have a dry humping session with my Mom.
Wish #18. I would like to see my Mom in her bra and panties. (In person)
Wish #19. I would like to see my Mom in sexy lingerie. (in person)
Wish #20. I would like to see my Mom naked. (In person)
Wish #21. I would like to watch my Mom pee in front of me.
Wish #22. I would like to nurse on my Mom’s breasts.
Wish #23. I would like to watch my Mom masturbate.
Wish #24. I would like to watch my Mom squirt.
Wish #25. I would like to play with sex toys with my Mom.
Wish #26. I would like to finger my Mom’s womb.
Wish #27. I would like to lick my Mom’s womb.
Wish #28. I would like to receive a handjob from my Mom.
Wish #29. I would like to receive a tittyjob from my Mom.
Wish #30.I would like to receive a blowjob from my Mom.
Wish #31. I would like to 69 with my Mom.
Wish #32. I would like to take a shower with my Mom.
Wish #33. I would like to have vaginal sex with my Mom.
Wish #34. I would like to pull a tampon out of my Mom’s womb.
Wish #35. I would like to finger my Mom’s ass.
Wish #36. I would like my Mom to finger my ass.
Wish #37. I would like to lick my Mom’s ass.
Wish #38. I would like to have anal sex with my Mom.
Wish #39. I would like to have a sex filled night in a hotel with my Mom.
Wish #40. I would like to receive a Golden Shower from my Mom.
Wish #41. I would like to have a sex filled week with my Mom on vacation.
Wish #42. I would like to role-play with my Mom. (Pregnancy Scare - Condom Broke)
Wish #43. I would like to role-play with my Mom. (Pregnancy Sex - 8 Months Pregnant)
Wish #44. I would like to role-play with my Mom. (Wedding/Honeymoon Sex)
Wish #45. I would like to record me having sex with my Mom.
Wish #46. I would like to have sex in car with my Mom.
Wish #47. I would like to join the Mile High Club with my Mom.
Wish #48. I would like to have sex with my Mom on a cruise ship balcony.
Wish #49. I would like my Mom to peg me.
Wish #50. I would like to role-play with my Mom. (Baby Son and Mommy - Diapers Included)
But...How Do I Get My Mom To Fuck Me?
We field this question about a hundred times a week. As soon as I get my ass in gear & write a Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ) page this is going on it.
The short of it: if she doesn’t already want to there’s nothing you can do, you’re shit outta luck, we’re sorry. There is no magic formula or pickup line or whatever. Sorry to burst your bubble about this, but in our experience this is the brutal truth. Bear in mind, though, that this is only our experience, which is all we can speak to with any degree of authority. I seduced my baby; he didn’t seduce me. Other real couples we’ve met aboard here, moms in romantic & sexual relationships with their sons, it’s always the mom initiating things & making it clear to her son that that’s what she wants. That being said, you can dispose yourself for that result IF she is so inclined.
The long of it: from our post “A Touching Plea We Saw”:
Mothers, if you are out there and feeling you could be with your sons, make that move. We do not know how to make that move, but we want to desperately.
We field a ton of questions from guys, nearly all of them young ones (but always 18+), asking about how they can be like us, in a relationship that expresses itself sexually between a mother & her son. Our stock response…because it’s the truth…is that I “made the first move.” I seduced my baby. It wasn’t the other way round. So we’re just not much help in giving advice about how to seduce your mom. My baby will frankly tell anybody that cares to ask that he is sure he never would have been able to do it.
It’s nothing to do with being a “weakling” or lacking self-confidence or some such. Nothing could be further from the truth! Shit, the list of women he’s bedded since I took his virginity all those years ago is long & distinguished. Just like his fuckin cock lol. I’m not sure there’s a sexually-active woman alive he can’t bed if he really puts his mind to it. Sometimes I’m asked “But what if he’s not her type?” My reply is “He’s everybody’s type!” Tall, beautiful face, gorgeous body (that he works hard to keep looking like a Greek god) crowned with a perfect ass, big cock, gentleman on the streets, freak in the sheets, educated, charming, intelligent…seriously, if you frequent this blog at all you will hear me wax on poetically (read: brag lol) about how wonderful he is in all phases of the game.
It’s quite natural to assume this is just his Mother talking & I am biased, & while that may be accurate, it also doesn’t mean it’s not true. I can submit any # of testimonials from any # of women (starting with my sister & my niece) that will confirm all my impressions. We tell the truth here, the brutal truth as I like to say, & that’s something that he & I agreed on before we ever opened up on tumblr, a non-negotiable part of our being here.
So I write all that by way of explanation to my main point: lack of confidence or hotness is not why he blatantly admits he would never have been able to “make the first move” with me. It has to do with the gross power imbalance between a parent & child, specifically in this case between a mother & her son. We’re going to create an acronym for it here: GPI. It’s a psychological thing, hard-wired into our very being. She’s not just any woman & never will be: she’s your mother. With all that that entails. This isn’t to say it is impossible, or it could never happen, via the son propositioning the mom the first time, we wouldn’t say that. What we will say is that in every real-life case that we’ve been able to verify aboard here, the mother is the initiator of the relationship.
Coincidence? Maybe. But we honestly feel, having experience of it, that it’s likely just the way these deals work. Once the son knows that’s what his mom wants, of course, well…then it’s the most natural thing in the world for him to want to please his mother, right? Just like the sunrise or the rain falling, perfectly, wonderfully natural! But the key is: once the son knows. Which means the onus is on the mother to find a way (or ways) to convey that information to him. There are any number of methods to do that, but that’s not the point here. The point is, due to the psychological GPI, if she has those feelings, it’s up to HER to try to initiate the proceedings.
Note that this is no guarantee of automatic success, either! It’s not like there’s no risk at all, not in any way shape or form! You have to open yourself up & get that across to him hoping & desperately praying he doesn’t brand you a sick, deluded old woman that needs psychiatric care & sequestration from him. This is a very real thing, danger & fear & nausea: we strive mightily to get this across in the days of free &/or cheap & easy access to internet porn 24/7 for anybody with WiFi access & a device. We enjoy porn as much as anybody else, but it’s not reality. Not by a damn sight it isn’t! It’s a beautifully-crafted fantasy to make you think it’s real, & it works. But it is NOT reality.
We’re dealing with the real, here: real men & women trying to deal with these feelings & search for an outlet for them, without running afoul of the other, or the rest of their family, or their friends, or society & its laws (laws that have very sharp teeth, by the way). Our heart goes out to all of them, really & truly. Our sincerest prayer & wish is that all that have these feelings will someday find the happiness that we have enjoyed for so long.
All that is by way of preamble to some memes we’ve seen or ideas floating about here where the woman basically “waits” for her son…whom she is already romantically interested in via having seen/heard him in a sexual situation, perhaps, or seen his mature body naked, maybe for the first time, or any # of doorways to these kinds of feelings she may develop. A woman in that situation, if she is really interested & has those kinds of feelings & is sure she would like to have that kind of relationship with her baby can NOT simply “wait” for her son to “put a move on her,” or something like that. it’s unrealistic, it puts too much unreasonable pressure on him, & because of the psychological GPI is very likely never to come off.
To repeat: just because you’re a mom, have those feelings, & are sure you want to go forward with that kind of relationship DOESN’T MEAN “auto-success” if you open yourself up to your son & reveal to him these thoughts. There is risk. Just like there is risk in trying to start any relationship you have had or want to have. With anybody. It’s no different in that respect. You need to open yourself up & make yourself vulnerable & court the possibility of rejection. That’s just the way life works in these deals.
So if you’re the mother: SUCK IT UP, CUPCAKE! Not trying to be an asshole here, but it’s on you to do something about it, if that’s what you really want & so you need to find out if he feels about all this the way you do. It’s on you. Full stop.
So at last, with all that out of the way & in light of the foregoing, lets repeat that beautiful plea we found (emphasis mine):
Mothers, if you are out there and feeling you could be with your sons, make that move. We do not know how to make that move, but we want to desperately.
So eloquently stated. So beautiful. So touching.
Our heart goes out to him & to all on either side of this divide. It really does. Mothers, if you feel this way, GET OUT THERE! Figure it out, let him know, make your move. Sons, if you feel this way, BE GOOD BOYS! By that I mean do what your mother tells you, don’t sass her or give her any shit, she tells you to do something, do it, first time, no bitching. It will go a long way to putting you in her good graces, trust me. You’re being the good boy she prayed for all those years & that she wants you to be. It’s not a small thing, it’s crucial.
If your mom dresses up for some reason, any reason, notice it & compliment her on it. If she gets her hair &/or nails done, for any reason, notice it & compliment her on it, tell her how nice she looks. DON’T BE GROSS. Just tell her, naturally. Letcha in on a little secret: ALL women love those kinds of compliments, even from their sons (that’s why we take the trouble to dress & doll ourselves up). They’re compliments, & they’re always welcome.
Tell her you love her. Tell her that often (without being awkwardly inappropriate or forcing about it). This shouldn’t be difficult because you already do. Women very much enjoy hearing how much they are loved. Share that with her. Tell her you think she’s a good mom. Tell her how lucky you feel to have her as a mom, because she’s so good to you. Once more, this isn’t difficult because it’s true. And women love it when men are truthful with them, even their sons.
As far as physical contact, this is a bit more tricky because to repeat REAL LIFE ISN’T A PORN FLICK. Maybe letting her “catch you” while jacking off into her panties will make her rip her clothes off on the spot & start passionately blowing you, but we suspect it is far more likely…far more likely…that she will scream, run out, be completely freaked out, weirded out, & disgusted, & then, when she’s collected her wits once more, probably refer you for psychiatric treatment & evaluation. Or if not that, simply “freeze you out,” talking arctic temperatures here, making everything super awkward between you, & it will likely fracture your relationship with her for a long time, perhaps forever.
Don’t do it. Just don’t do it. As the kids say today: don’t be that guy.
That being said, you certainly can kiss her at times it is perfectly appropriate to do so. Do it gently. On the cheek. You can leave it there just a fraction longer than usual. I mean a fraction. Not a fucking porn film, right? Real life. Let it linger just a tad. Smile at her. Share how good she is to you. All that creates great warmth & feeling, & it’s not the slightest bit unnatural or awkward. Hugs at times it is perfectly appropriate to do so…fantastic! Squeeze her just a bit, let it last just a bit. I mean a fraction longer than usual. NOT porn: this is real life. But who doesn’t love hugs? They’re about the most innocent thing in the world. Warmth. Feeling. Natural. Be very patient. There is no rush.
If you walk past her in a narrow space like a doorway or a hallway or a stairwell or if she’s over a counter & there’s maybe a table you need to slip past, give her just the gentlest brush as you go by. Not your hands on her fucking ass or some porn shit: just let your hip brush her, or a shoulder maybe, as you keep walking past.
I feel great danger revealing this for fear somebody’s going to misunderstand me or ham-fist the fucking thing or is not going to take my “it’s not porn” warning seriously, but if you do it gently, patiently, naturally with just the right amount of contact, what the kisses & hugs & easy brushes will do is condition your mom to the feel of your body against hers. Gently. Naturally. Easily. Patiently.
Work on your body. This does NOT mean you have to go out & get an expensive gym membership or whip yourself into Arnold Schwarzenegger. And with all the stuff about “body shaming” going on people are very much more aware of that kind of thing & we’d never want anybody to feel put out by it, that’s not what we’re saying here, we personally love all kinds of women. But we said we’d tell you the truth here, & the truth is you want to stand out just a bit from the ordinary cut of man your mother is used to seeing. It is quite likely they are a bit older, perhaps a bit paunchy or worse, maybe not as vigorous or active as they once were, maybe not paying her the sexual attention they once were.
This all accrues to your benefit. If you have a gym or can access one, just hit it a couple times a week. You don’t need to go crazy. Walking is something that is free & you can do anywhere & is great exercise, completely low stress on joints & muscles. Go as far as you like, or on any inclined surface you like. Try eating a little bit better, nothing radical. An apple instead of a cookie, let’s say. Or taking three-quarters of your dinner to eat instead of what you normally do. Drink water rather than soda. If you need a down day away from it, that’s totally fine. Don’t get upset or depressed about it, just keep going & return to the discipline & the routine when you can. It sounds stupid, I know, but if you apply just a few things like this religiously, disciplining yourself softly & gradually, you will see results.
Most importantly, your mom will too. You don’t need to show off or anything, she’ll see it, trust me, especially when she catches on to what you’re doing, & she will. It’s no secret men like to look at well-formed women & vice versa, & all you’re trying to do with all this is to very mildly get into that kind of stream, so that you strike her eye a little bit differently. And maybe that will make her think of you just that little bit differently, too. Less a little boy & more a man. And a nice-looking man, at that.
You’d be shocked (really, shocked lol) at how that can turn a person around, at least as a start, a spark (fyi: this is how it started for me, seeing my baby’s body & how it had grown up so proportionally & beautifully right before my eyes, grown into a very fine man, as it were, & I’d never really taken notice of it till then; there were other marital factors in play that compounded the visceral impact it had, but that was the beginning). Long term it is about so much more than the way you look, which always goes away anyway, one way or another (even being habituated by the other because they see it repeatedly), but it definitely helps to catch someone’s eye, to strike it a certain way, if you cut a more dashing figure than the average. And that’s what working on your body is really about, getting that start, that spark. The rest will take care of itself if she is interested. You’re only playing the percentages & giving yourself the best chance.
How about movie night? Who doesn’t love it?! It works best, of course, if you can somehow contrive it if it’s just the 2 of you (& family circumstances may help here if she’s divorced or dad works late & can’t be there or you’re an only child or a sibling or siblings have moved out or any # of other scenarios where it’s just you & her). If you can’t, no worries: it will work nearly as well even if there are other family members or friends around. The idea is it puts you in another completely natural setting & hopefully physically close to your mother. Try to sit near her if you can. Next to her on the sofa is best, but nearby works just fine. Hopefully the lights are off, or you can ask to turn them off.
And movies can set the mood: action flicks might get the blood going, comedies might make you laugh (laughter can be very sexy), romantic scenes might get romantic feelings to the surface (hopefully without the scene being too explicit that may well turn her off or make her feel awkward in front of you). Movies are good like that. Little tiny natural, gentle touches like brushing up against her shoulder or your leg touching hers add to the intimate atmosphere.
Now don’t go fucking up that intimate atmosphere with some clumsy attempt at a pass! Just be natural, be patient, be gentle. You only want to create a circumstance where something can happen if she wants it to, & you have done that. Mission accomplished & a job well done, no matter what befalls. That’s a win.
WARNING: as I told the moms, NONE OF THIS GUARANTEES JACK SHIT. You can do all this every single day from the time you’re 18 till you’re 88 & it is highly likely & quite very possible NOTHING WILL COME OUT OF IT in terms of having a sexual relationship with your mother. That’s called a disclaimer. There are no guarantees, from either side, in this type of relationship, or any other, or anywhere in life, really. You need to come to grips with that, there is no God damn magic formula. Life doesn’t work that way.
However…
If your mom is struggling with any kind of feelings for you like that…& we honestly believe it’s rare, OK?…but there are a few that do…if such a woman happens to be your mom you have put yourself in a position to let her know you are open to more without putting yourself at unnecessary risk. Nothing I’ve said could reasonably be construed as anything other than “normal mom-son” stuff. It just doesn’t look that way, either to her or your dad or any outsider. Only you know the truth, that you are hoping it will bloom into something more. If she is so inclined, you will be just fine. She’ll figure out a way to let you know it’s OK, mature women like your mom are very clever like that, believe me.
If you don’t get the signal, that’s OK too, you haven’t lost anything! So really it’s all upside, so long as you do it gently & naturally, like I’m telling you. It’s not the end of the world or anything to get depressed over if it “doesn’t happen.” Really, it isn’t! Try to keep it balanced & in perspective & that is always a very healthy approach.
OK, this is probably the longest damn post I’ve ever made lol. We hope you found at least one thing to take away from it, be you a mom, a son, or anyone that has any questions about this kind of relationship. We’re just trying to help, from our own experience.
Reblogged this before but doing it again because it is just so damn true. If this isn’t a fetish for you and you really want to fuck your mother like me then you need a heavy dose of reality. All for the better of course. And always treat your mother with love and respect. If you can worship your mother like a goddess in the bedroom then do it outside the bedroom. Take care of chores and housework for her, tell her how beautiful she looks. If you can’t be a great lover for your mother, be a great son instead.
You weren't at all freaked out after that first time with your son? It seems like it would be difficult to adjust emotionally and mentally to being lovers. Was there any apprehension encountering each other as sexual beings the first time? Was it easy for you to let go and cum together? I find your relationship so fascinating. Oh and what was the 2nd day having sex like lol? Can you recall the moment you first felt truly "in love" with your son?
great questions, yes at first your caught up in the passion Its awkward but you both are so horny you put it past you. The second day is where you really wonder what the hell am I doing. For me my safe place was the bedroom as long as we were in there I was fine but when we ventured out and had to deal with each other it was very awkward. And the guilt and fear creeps in. It did for him too. He had no idea how to approach me. I had to clear my head and come to grips of what happened but I knew in my heart this was very special and didn’t want to stop. There was no support like there is today I couldn’t tell anyone. So my son and I confided in each other and when were in our safe place we could really open up emotionally and physically. Shortly there after we decided we would not see other people and those first few months we were together constantly then one day I told him I loved him, not just as my son but as a man. It’s a very gray area and intertwined feelings but I loved him more then I had ever loved any other man. We had to set some rules on when we were mother and son and when we were boyfriend and girlfriend. Even in bed sometimes I wanted to his mother other times I wanted to be his girlfriend and later wife. Through the first years we worked on being a couple. So much so we lost some of the mother son aspect until we talked about it and brought it back. I don’t want to be just his wife and I don’t want to be just his mother. Now that I’m older I refuse to hide it. If people ask I tell them I’m married to my son. He has to be more careful for his employment and I have to respect that but if it were up to me the whole world would know. I am proud of our relationship and life
Ancient Pagan Mothers and Sons: A Theory About Why Mother Son Erotica and Fantasy is Currently so Popular
Note: First off thank you all for the hundreds of Likes/Reblogs so far (and sexy messages and stories from like-minded naughty mommies and boys :), it’s nice to know so many others share these thoughts and feelings. The ideas and information in this post are things I’ve gathered and theorized about after reading the books “Sex at Dawn”, “Gothic Incest”, and “The Spiral Dance”, as well as articles online. Full disclosure, I am a 38 year old single mother of a teenage son and we have always had a very close and openly affectionate relationship, with lots of cuddling and some kisses that may have lingered a little too long… I have always enjoyed Mother/Son roleplay, porn, and erotic stories, and have fantasized about him for a little while now (why I created this erotic fantasy blog as an outlet) and I won’t go into detail (I will save that for another post), but I will say that I recently found out he has the same feelings. Our relationship hasn’t quite gotten sexual yet, and I know I shouldn’t let it, but dear god I think the tension during this quarantine with just the two of us sharing a small apartment is driving us both crazy…
The Mother Goddess Asherah (known by many names throughout the world) was worshiped in various ways, including through ritual sex. Although she was believed to be the Horned God Baal’s mother, she was also his mistress. Pagans practiced “sympathetic magic”, that is, they believed they could influence the gods’ actions by performing the behavior they wished the gods to demonstrate. Believing the sexual union of Baal and Asherah produced fertility, their worshipers engaged in sex to cause the gods to join together, ensuring good harvests. The priest or a male member of the community represented Baal while the priestess or a female member of the community represented Asherah. One of the goals of this ritual was to fully dissolve the ego and surrender to embodying the Goddess and her Son-God lover in sexual union. To transform into these powerful and primal divine feminine and masculine archetypes, producing a union where both partners were able to be vulnerable and connect to the masculine and feminine within themselves and the other. Some scholars believe that several pagan cultures around the world took this idea and practice of “sympathetic magic” even further. In the absence of modern taboo, they believed that sexual relationships between pagan mothers and their sons was a holy union, which pleased Asherah and Baal (causing them to mate), and created an even more powerful form of magic. Cleopatra famously married her son and described their relationship as being akin to Isis and her son Horus, and many statues and artworks from Greece to India depict a fertile Venus goddess with her attentive child and lover. This practice may have been even more common in ancient matrilineal clans where they lived in small, close-knit kinship groups, the patriarchal figure of the father was not as important or present, and fathers’ true identities were often unknown.
In some cases where fathers would leave or die while hunting or through natural causes, sons would take their place as their mother’s lover. It is possible some sons would also mate with their mothers with their father’s knowledge and blessing. After all, these were small tribes that needed more people and prized fertility above almost all else, so it did not matter if a son was breeding a child into his mother. Especially when in terms of age a teenage boy and his mother would both be at the peak of their libido and would naturally be attracted to and close to each other, with a desire to bond that could easily get…physical. At this time people were unaware of the higher risk of genetic abnormalities that can occur when a mother has a baby with her son. In fact, it may have been seen as normal, even divine and celebrated. The perfect and fulfilling cycle for a woman, to create more life with the being she created and loves more than anything, while the boy gets to return to where he came from and seed her with new life, the two becoming one and connecting in a state of sexual ecstasy, just as with the God and Goddess.
This is a theory for why Mother Son fantasy and erotica has currently become so popular. It is connecting us to something very primal and ingrained which may have played a large part in the history of our ancient ancestors who worshipped the Great Mother Goddess and her Son God lover. And the special unique closeness and love of the mother son bond is something many men and women both long for and can be easily sexualized and roleplayed. Just think about Back to the Future, Bates Motel, Boardwalk Empire, Sex Education, Nowhere Boy, Sons of Anarchy, or any number of modern shows and movies where Mommy Son sexual tension is explicit or just beneath the surface. Just because we now know that a mother and son having a baby is risky and truly taboo doesn’t make the idea or fantasy of it any less powerful or desirable, even if that’s something you would never actually want to do in real life. In fact the taboo fantasy combined with trying to suppress our natural urges for procreation makes it extra hot and appealing to many people.
I truly think the huge recent rise in popularity and acceptance of Mommy/Stepmom/MILF/Cougar & Cub porn around the world is another expression of the rise of the Goddess we are seeing play out in many other aspects of society, as people long for less toxic masculinity, a greater presence of the Divine Feminine, and strong, sweet, nurturing maternal energy, men and women alike. Much of this erotica, whether taking the form of stories, captioned pictures, art/comics, or videos plays into evoking all of the primal feelings and naughty, lusty, exciting scenarios I discuss, reblog, like, and sometimes post (escalating teasing, tension, and seduction; Age-play, staying home from work and school, “innocent” cuddling and trying to behave, breastfeeding, keeping secrets or being exhibitionist, being quarantined/stranded, being at a resort alone together, pregnancy risk/pregnancy, sneaking behind Father’s back etc. I’m kind of a Fantasy nerd so ancient times and other worlds, royalty, fictional M/S characters, historical settings, magical creatures, Gods and Goddesses all sometimes also make their way into my M/S roleplay and imaginings :)
The fantasy of sneaking behind Daddy’s back or him being “away” is very prevalent in all kinds of erotic fiction and videos, and it is extra potent and thrilling for both sexes. Not only due to the shared excitement, risk, and connection of participating in a secret naughty transgression together against “patriarchal authority” and trying not to get caught, but in that it subconsciously activates the idea of sperm competition for males and females which is very arousing, and makes the male want to be a better lover than Daddy in order to please Mommy, so that she wants and prefers to give him her love, sexual affection, body, and womb. And it is an empowering fantasy for women in that they get to play the dominant and erotically charged role of an independent and sexually unrestrained Mother, the object of desire by both males. In this role they have full control of their sexuality, and can choose if they wish to literally and symbolically shun the Patriarchy (Daddy) by denying a domineering or uncaring man who they may not have a relationship with or who wants to take their body, and instead make love with a more sensitive one who they love and have a close emotional connection to and may be more physically compatible with or attracted to. The taboo (in terms of relationship and age) fantasy of being with a young, virile, insatiably horny and attentive son who they “shouldn’t” be with is also very attractive to many women and vice versa with boys lusting after their mature mommy’s curves, caring, and experience. Many women admit to being aroused or having an orgasm while breastfeeding, but some may feel embarrassment or shame about it and keep it secret. Science says this arousal is a perfectly normal physical response, and “breastfeeding” a partner, an act where roleplaying as Mommy/Baby Boy feels natural and extra pleasurable, can release similar amounts of Oxytocin(the “love” or “bonding” hormone) and Dopamine for men and women, recreating this intense bonding sensation, but now with an uninhibited and free sexual dimension for both partners.
In addition to the search statistics, and sheer number of videos and art, the most popular professional and amateur female porn actresses have embraced and seem to enjoy the Mommy/Son genre of porn and skew older, more mature, and curvier than in the past, while their male counterparts are much younger, thinner/less jacked and sweeter than before. And it usually depicts women as powerful, seductive, fertile, matriarchs or goddesses who are in a sweet emotional and physical relationship with their younger not overly macho boy, and not like a lot of porn where there is no emotional connection or tension between the characters, or that degrades and oppresses women or gives them no agency. It all adds up to a very naughty, primal, and potent fantasy with many sexy possibilities that is ripe for both partners to explore and play in. What do you think??
Dont see the problem with it myself
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Linda knew her son would driven to fuck and breed. He had spent two weeks traveling with his team and she made him promise not masturbate so he would be full of seed. Linda's husband would be out of town with friends on a golf outing.
Linda was taking her breeding seriously, using tips from her Jocasta-Life Family Planning Representative
My confession to mom could not have gone any better.
If your son really loves you he’ll remind you in little ways. Remembering your birthday, clearing the table after meals, and constantly trying to press his thick cock against you wherever you are. Don’t worry, this is a natural way for sons to show their love for their mother, the woman who gave them life. When he asks you to sleep in his room, don’t hesitate. This is the best way he knows how to show you his love. By putting that fat, drooling cock you’ve been stealing glimpses of inside of you and trying to fuck your waiting egg senseless with a swarm of your own DNA.
The first time (part two)
(Mega Part twice as big, since it took longer than planned. The last 4 paragraphs are one of my most accurate memories with my son. Part 3 coming soon.)
After that night, I went down from the high of that moment. The morning after it was obviously strange. One boy going out, one boy stuck at home, the husband not being home. It became an elephant in the room all by itself, but due to Aaron’s state, I could not have a back and forth conversation. I initially did not know what to do, I thought maybe I should apologize. It is after all something a person can regret. It was something wrong and despite the sensation in the moment, it was immoral, unnatural and just something that a mother and her son should never do. And my awareness of that made me feel terrible. Like every morning, I dressed up Aaron, it was awkward as usual, but I could not skip it. The nurse was coming to check on him and he needed clothes on for it all. I have to admit that I had more questions for her after that. But honestly? I did not want to sound like a weirdo and even less for her to know I did this messed up thing. I tried to be sneaky, I asked her if it’s normal to feel slight hip motions. She explained to me that his motorskills can return, it’s a matter of time and to continue these checkups. So I asked if it’s normal that during bathing his body produces an erection. She said that it’s not the most common, but that it’s natural. The checkup had nothing new unfortunately. That day my husband came back home early. He had been trying to get a higher job for a long time. He actually got rejected 4 times, which was crazy, he has twice as much experience as some who got it. But I work in a similar field as him and I believed maybe I could at least look into it. We kind of needed it with everything that was going on. Not too badly, but it would have been of great help. So I met with his boss at a very fancy restaurant. It was a nice place, so I was wearing a nice dress. Sadly he had no intention of changing his mind and it had nothing to do with his experience or skills. He just didn’t like my husband and doomed him to never move forward. But he said if I made him a favor he could change his mind. I had failed at being faithful to my husband since I met him, yet I have always tried my best. But I thought about what I did with my son and my mind thought “this was not cheating, Aaron is my son.” But I also realized that there was no difference here, it’s all the same. Every time before, and after this day, all the same. And my husband needed to get rid of this guy. He shouldn’t be doomed like this. He took my hand and put it between his leg. I could already feel the bulge. I could feel it pulse as I was staring at it. He said it can be solved very easily. And I answered, without even thinking “Let me drain it.” He called the waiter for the check, paid right away and we left. He brought me to his car, I was expecting to get in but he put himself behind me and he said near my ear “On your knees.” I said “I drain it and you fix things?” And he answered “Yes, now on your knees.” I did and saw his hard cock being pulled out right in front of my face. My heart was beating so hard. I opened up and put it entirely in my mouth. My eyes were staring at my wedding right on my hand at the basis of his cock. I started blowing it deeply and smoothly, but he started pushing his cock in my throat making me choke. I was trying to pull it out but he held me on it. I could feel tears dripping, at that moment my mind was crying that I was cheating on my husband, the man I love. I was blowing another man’s cock. But as my husband’s boss started slamming his hard cock down my throat, I understood those tears were not sadness from cheating on the man of my life. No, they were tears of realization that what I did with my son may have been wrong, immoral, awful, but it felt good. This felt good too. Really good.
I suddenly felt his hand grab the back of my head and pounding my throat. He was facefucking me while my husband was waiting for me in our car hoping things were going well. Hoping the woman he loves, his wife, was doing well. Not knowing his boss was facefucking me like slut. I suddenly heard his boss say “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I pulled his cock out and instinctively said to him “Cum in my mouth, I won’t spill a drop.” He pushed my head on it and facefucked me with all his fury and kept it in as he came. My head was held down hard on his entire cock and my lips were sucking really hard. My throat was gulping each shot of cum he was blasting in my throat between each of his grunt. He kept it in for a moment, my tongue was chasing the cum all around his cock to clean it. He pulled it out clean from my tight lips. He simply said “He will get it” and got his cock in his pants, got in his car and left me there. I went in the restaurant as discret as possible. Went to the bathroom and redid my entire makeup. I returned to my husband’s car, announcing him the good news. He had no idea. He hugged me and I felt his hand behind my head, the same way I had just felt his boss’ hand behind my head pushing me on his cock. During our entire drive home he just kept talking about how happy he was.
When I arrived home my body was full of excitment, but only of the wrong kind. This night out of the ordinary had almost made me forget that I have a routine at home waiting for me. I am a wife and a mother. My husband went to bed, since he always works early. I told Chris to do his homework before he forgets and got the bathroom ready to clean Aaron. My brain was still buzzing from what I had done in that parking lot, but I had to go on with my routine.
I brought Aaron to the bathroom, took off all his clothes, sat him on the edge of the bath with his back against the wall. I undressed and wrapped into a towel, I was on my knees in the bath as I started cleaning him with one hand, holding the towel around me with the other. The realization I had earlier was haunting me, the understanding that I experienced pleasure from making my own son cum. He was right there before my eyes, naked. My angel. My eyes were doing their best to avoid drifting off towards his cock, but it was right in front of me after all. I knew Aaron couldn’t speak, but I could still try to tell him something about what happened the last time we had a bath together. I told him “About yesterday, in the bath.” That comment alone made his cock slightly move, it moved barely, but I noticed. I knew everything I had done in the past 48 hours was wrong, all of it. I felt like I was too far to go back. I needed to know how my son felt about the things I did while cleaning him.
I tested the ground “I am sorry about yesterday, I am sorry for giving you a handjob… for stroking your cock.” I could see right before my eyes his cock slowly begin to increase in size and length. My son was aroused by what happened, yet his eyes were shy and very embarassed. I approached my face of his cock still laying on his lap, about one inch away from the side, and continued “Aww my sweet little boy is getting hard…You don’t need to be embarassed Aaron, it’s natural just let it grow right next to mommy’s face.” I could see his cock grow in size, but also getting harder. His cock started to rise up just a little a bit. I felt the same feeling I had in the parking earlier, doing the worst thing a person can do, yet there was a crave inside. I removed the towel, revealing my naked body to my son. I squeezed the sponge letting water drip on my breast, spreading the water with my other hand. I was looking at my son’s cock still growing and I said “You are embarassed, yet your cock is getting hard. It’s okay to look sweetheart, your cock speaks for itself. It’s getting big and hard… Mommy has made mistakes tonight, but I need to make more.” His cock was now fully erect, big and hard, pulsating even. Blowing the boss of my husband had driven me over a line I never imagined wanting to cross. But here I was, I did not feel like myself. Yet I was trying to hold on. I brought my face under my son’s cock, his cock was hiding half of my face, covering one eye without touching my face at all. I could see his eyes look right into my one visible eye staring back at him. He could feel the warm breath at the basis of his cock when I was speaking. I continued “My own son’s big cock right over my face. It feels good doesn’t it? To feel how close mommy’s face is to your cock? Awww you are pulsating sweetie…” His cock was pulsating again and again and again. My desire to hold back was only delaying what I truly wanted: My son’s cock.
I put both my hands on his lap and brought my lips to about half an inch away from the tip of my son’s cock. I looked at him in the eyes, with both eyes this time and I said “I know this is wrong, and I know it’s immoral. I know I will likely regret it. A mother and a son should not be doing this….” As I was speaking, I saw the tip of his cock was leaking precum. I was interrupted by the heavy drops falling on my breast. I briefly looked down and saw a clear image, my son’s breaking on my naked body. I would say it is as that moment that I realized the explanation I was giving him was pointless. There was truly only one right thing to do. I told him “I know you can’t speak right now, but I understand what your body is saying. You want your mother’s naked body, you want mommy’s lips on your cock. Mommy is here for you.” I sticked out my tongue and for the first time in my life, my mouth was about to be in contact with my son’s cock. My flat tongue under the large round tip of his cock, I applied pressure and flicked it on the tip slowly. I heard my son moan instantly. I wrapped my soft lips around the head of his cock as I looked right into his eyes with my smiling eyes, and let my lips slide on it’s full length. My sweet boy was moaning. Somehow, it felt so right to do what I just did. I moved my lips back up, keeping the large head in my mouth, smoothly and slowly making my tongue spin around the head. Then letting my lips slide down on my son’s cock. I felt his slight hip thrust. He wanted more. I started moving my lips up and down on the full length of my son’s hard cock. I could feel him, so big and hard in my mouth. One hand on the basis of his cock, I was blowing my son and it felt amazing. I needed more, I started to push it down my throat, fast “Gluurrg Gluurrg Gluurrg Gluurrg Gluurrg Gluurrg” Then I inhaled deeply and went at it again “Glurrg Glurrg Glurrg Glurrg Glurrg Glurrg Glurrg Glurrg”, I inhaled one more time and went at it, really fast “GLUGGLUGGLUGGLUG GLUGGLUGGLUGGLUGGLUGGaaahhhh….” I suddenly stopped and kept the tip between my lips, sucking it hard. I could feel his tip pulsating in my mouth.
I dropped it, made my body rise up a little bit and laid his hard cock between my round breast. I grabbed both his hands he was unable to move, and used them to squeeze my boobs together around his cock. I started to slide his cock between my tits. I told him “You love feeling your hard cock between mommy’s tits don’t you? I have never wanted to make a cock slide between my tits that bad. Yes slide between them my little angel. I love you sweetie.” The entire time his cock was sliding between my large breast, he was moaning nonstop, he just could not stop. As my round tits were squeezing up and down on his big hard cock, I told him “Shhhhhh sweetie, shhhhhh make that big cock slide between your mother’s tits…. yes shhhhh my little boy shhhhhh…” His breath was accelerating and I knew what was approaching. My deepest desires, I wanted to encourage him as any good mother would. “Shhhh baby boy give it to mommy. I know this is what you want, you want to shoot your load all over your own mother, you want to see mommy smile back at your with your body covered in your cum. You’re almost there sweet boy, feel mommy’s big breast slide up and down around your hard cock.” As my breast was sliding up and down his cock, and wrapped my lips around the large pulsating hard of his cock and started to blow it as it was sliding more and more. He started to grunt and I removed my mouth, I bursted out a small laughter “Hahahaha yes sweetie there you go there you go my good little boy hahaha cum cum cum my beautiful son”, I said as my son’s cock started to drown my breast in thick white cum. I kept sliding my breast on his cock and his cock kept shooting cum on my breast, in my neck, even on my chin. Then it stopped.
I could feel the large drops of cum drooling on my breast and falling on my laps. I took his entire cock in my mouth and started to pump it very slowly to clean it, making him moan again and again. His cock was so sensitive, every motion I did with my tongue made him moan a lot. Once he was cleaned, I washed myself. I was uncertain what to say, I felt more like myself again, but I knew I was in this situation. Not by mistake, I enjoyed this and I knew I had started something. I just didn’t know what that was yet. But I was about to find out.
The first time (first part)
For Aaron’s 19th birthday, we wanted to get him motorcycle lessons, but for him to be able to actually enjoy it on his birthday he needed to get started as early as possible. So we gave it to him a few months early to give him some time. Unfortunately Aaron had an accident. His two main back muscles going all the way up to his neck were locked. This meant he was not able to support his body and needed to lay. He was also unable to speak properly, lift his arms or legs much either. It was a terrifying time for the family since it was hard to know if full recovery was possible and if so, what it would look like. He remained in hospital for over a month before they allowed us to take him home under daily nurse supervision. It was insanely expensive, which means we only paid her for the check ups. I was the one taking care of him the most at the time. My husband did not have a very understanding boss, but since I work under contracts, it was easy to just not take any for a while. I prepared food and helped feed him to the extent he needed, he was not full paralyzed or such. Dressing him was definitely a strange moment everyday, I could tell he was embarrassed, but I was his mother after all. I was also the one cleaning him. I would bring him to the bathroom and sit him on the edge of the bath, his feet in the bath, back against the wall. It was practical since I was able to avoid water going all over the floor. I could just wrap myself in a towel and kneel in the bath and wash my son’s body. When I washed him for the first time, I saw an erection grow bigger and bigger. I was flattered, but did not think too much of it. But the third time, I was really thinking about his well-being. He was likely suffering a lot. I was not sure how I could help him, it’s not as if leaving him with a porno would help, he could not actually do something. So that evening I washed him as usual, I would say I had not made a decision yet, even as I was washing I was not sure what to do. I usually washed his cock with the soft sponge and left it hard, but this time for the first time I returned to it with the sponge. And I washed his stomach, but then returned to his cock. I think deep down inside, as his mother, I knew what I should do, but I also knew it was something extremely wrong and immoral. I washed his thigh and returned to his cock, realizing that despite the wrong it involves, it is also the right thing to do. I was the only person who could do something, he is my son. I laid the sponge next to him on the edge of the bath and gently wrapped my hand around his cock. It was a strange and unique sensation for me. And I could tell by his trembling and embarrassed look that he would have a lot to say if he could have said something. I told him “I am doing this to help you” and started to stroke it up and down. I could see his young body react with spasm and heavy breathing. I wanted to remain focused on helping him and moving forward. I lowered my towel to reveal my large round breast to him. I felt in my gentle strokes his cock suddenly pulsating… he was staring at them both. He was aroused by his own mother’s naked breast. At that moment I knew that he was not aroused by the touch, he was aroused by me. I held onto the basis of his cock and made his cock slap on each of my breast. And I told him “It feels good? There is nothing to be embarrassed about you know. It’s okay if your cock feels good against your mom’s breast. It’s natural.” His cock was pulsating in my immobile hand the entire time. I started to stroke again, but this time, the softness of my hand was sliding a bit faster on it’s full length. As I heard him grunt of pleasure, I approached my face of his cock and whispered, letting him feel the warmth of my breath “Shhhhh let yourself go. It’s okay, don’t hold back. Shoot your load all over your mother. It’s what you need, you need to release and cum all over your mother.” I could see the hesitation in his face, but also the presdure building up. I knew he needed to be reassured and told him what I didn’t know at the time was the truth. I whispered on his cock while looking into his eyes “I want it too. Don’t be afraid, cum all over mommy. Spray your cum everywhere like a good boy.” He started grunted more and more and I kept whispering so close to the head of his cock that my lips were touching it each time my lips moved “Shhhh there you go, there you go, my good boy, there it is…” His cock suddenly squirted thick ropes of cum across my face, my neck and even on my round breast. His cock kept shooting cum again and again and again, and finally dripping all over my hand, his warm cum flowing all over his own mother’s hand on his cock… This was the first sexual act ever. I did not know it was the start of the most beautiful time of my life.
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Definitely too hot not to reblog
SUPER HOT mother/son audio porn by some lovely woman who goes by HowMayIPleaseU.