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@incest-confessional
You have been quiet this weekend. I hope you are doing ok. That nobody got hurt when you finally let yourself go and had a release for your pent up sexual energy.
No, nobody got hurt. But I was definitely exhausted afterwards!
A good exhausted it sounds like.
Yes, I came... a lot
Iâm sure you were all wondering how long Iâd be made to go without an orgasm, and whoâd be the one to end my denial. Well, it ended this weekend, and with my husband. But of course he made it worse before he made it better. Because I was all ready to cum, and even asked him to let me cum, and he got this wicked look on his face and stopped until Iâd settled down, and said I could cum when he said I could. And then he proceeded to tease me the rest of the weekend, until I was begging him for it nearly constantly during any kind of sexual contact. Finally on Sunday afternoon, last thing before he left to head back to the town he works in, he pulled me into his den and bent me over his desk and started fucking me roughly, the way I like. Somehow he ended up getting all my clothes off, but I honestly donât remember when or how. All I really remember clearly is when he growled into my ear, âCum for me.â And then my world exploded. He told me I screamed, and came so hard on his cock that I actually forced him out of me. Even once I passed that initial wave, he forced his cock back in me and kept fucking me, which kept my orgasm going. Of course, he didnât last long doing that, and he came inside me. Then he helped me over to the loveseat because my legs were too shaky to stand on my own, then kissed me goodbye and left.
I was still laying there recovering when my son came in. As he pulled down his sweatpants he told me that he heard us fucking and heard me cum, which explained his rock hard cock. He grabbed my legs and spread them, and easily pushed his cock into me. He wasnât as physically rough as my husband was, but he was definitely fast and energetic, and the thought that he was fucking me with his fatherâs cum still in me was incredibly hot, and it wasnât long until I was on the verge of cumming again, which I did as soon as he told me to. I didnât cum nearly as hard with him, but he kept fucking me all the way through it, and the wet squelching noises my pussy was making around his cock added to my whirling thoughts of what a slut I was being (donât scold me, you purists, it was a hot thought at the time) brought me very quickly to not only a second, but a third orgasm before my son finally added his cum to what little of my husbandâs cum hadnât been fucked out onto his cock, our hips, and my thighs. My head was spinning by then, but I dutifully sucked and licked his cock clean when he pushed it into my mouth. Before he went back downstairs, he covered me with a blanket and set a glass of water on the table next to the loveseat for me. It took me ten minutes before I was able to really pull myself together, and nearly an hour before I felt like I was stable on my legs.
We fucked again at bedtime, during which he told me that he had really enjoyed listening to my husband fuck me, and that he kind of missed that from when we lived in our previous house. I said if it was going to cause that reaction for him, I wish he could listen to me all the time.
Glad you didn't orgasm so hard that you accidentally spilled any secrets you might not want out there.
Reblog if youâre a porn blog that accepts submissions
This includes:
Nudes
Masturbation videos
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Stories about what youâd do to me
and whatever else your horny little minds can come up with. ;)
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if i was your mother what would you do to me?
Of course
Submissive
So why am I wide awake at 2am? My sleeping pattern has been all out of whack. Between work, being there for my son, carrying plus one and everything else. ugh. Add to that my son woke me up earlier when I was being touched. I canât deny that it got me aroused but I couldnât get back to sleep. So, hello tumblr. Kissed him goodnight and here I am, still awake. I donât know why I am on here because it will only be like torture. I canât do anything without his permission. This is where my submissive life with him has come to. I wear a collar, I kneel for him and do what he wants. Why do I agree to this? Because it adds to our fun, it has built confidence for him and I love how he comforts me in his arms. It really took a long time for me to get used to the changes, including the little dirty names like cum slut and fuck toy but every time he says it now I get so horny. I love the feeling of being owned and powerless truthfully. Sometimes I wonder just how much to share because our relationship is so different from the common mother and son relationships. Its just how we connect well together. This has helped me get a little tired. So mission accomplished I guess. I really care for him.
Oof...
So horny, guys. Still havenât been allowed to cum, but edging minimum 6 times a day. Itâs been, what, 10 days now? 11? Fuck, canât math. Also having trouble focusing. Made four trips to the grocery store this morning, because I kept realizing I forgot things the last time. Literally didnât get the one thing I went back for the third time because I thought of something else, meaning the 4th trip. Of course, I went through the same line each time, so the same woman saw me each time. The last time, she even commented, âHave you remembered everything this time?â Embarrassing!
Iâm constantly wet, and random thoughts that seem to just pop in my head have left me dripping several times today already. Iâm on my third pair of panties today because I keep soaking them to the point theyâre uncomfortable to wear. But it could also be because Iâm constantly touching myself, even when not over anything specific. I realized while in the car that I was absently rubbing through my yoga pants at every stoplight between the store and home.
OK, gonna go edge myself to some Tumblr porn now!
This is going to be big when it happens.
Why did I do that?!
I was so excited for Friday night, because I was finally going to get to cum again after nearly a week of denial. When my husband came home, I practically dragged him to the bedroom while dinner was finishing in the oven. It was wild, energetic, intense sex! I felt that orgasm starting to build, and as it got closer I started begging him to make me cum. He was doing everything right, and I felt myself about to tip over that edgeâŚ
And then I panicked about how intense it was going to be, and started faking the orgasm that hadnât happened yet, so he wouldnât keep pushing me past the edge! WTF?! I thought it was maybe just because I let myself get too excited and really was afraid of that intensity, so I said Iâd cum for sure the next time. But I faked it then, too! And every time for the rest of the weekend. Argh!!!
But I thought surely my son would help me have that orgasm last night. I confessed to him that I had faked it with my husband all weekend, and asked if heâd help push me past that edge. But he said no!!! He told me I was a very naughty girl, and that I shouldnât be allowed to cum for a little while longer as a punishment. It was kind of a punch in the gut, thinking about having to wait longer to get some relief⌠but I also literally felt myself start to trickle when he said it.
So here I am, now more than a week without cumming, and oh so very needyâŚ
Looks like the intensity even scarred you @mommywithacrush. Unfortunately I expect it is only going to get bigger the longer you are denied. It does pay to be honest with your partners and be open with your need. I wonder who is going to finally experience taking you over the edge, your son or your husband? I hope, whichever one it is, you don't back out again and do not fake the release you need.
So fucking horny!!!
OMG, so I donât know if you caught that my son had me doing orgasm denial again this week. I mentioned it in an answer to an ask, I think. But I havenât cum since Sunday afternoon⌠and itâs killing me! Iâm soooo horny. Iâve already soaked 2 pairs of panties today; itâs like Iâm on automatic drip right now!
Someone asked me recently if Iâve done anything again with my son while he was playing video games. I hadnât when I saw the ask, but it must have put the idea in my head, because it happened last night. He was playing a game with his friends again, and I went in and knelt in front of him and asked if I could suck his cock while he played. Apparently his friends heard me, because he told them it was his girlfriend again, and then he smiled at me and said they were telling him to let me do it. And then while I was sucking his cock, he put his headset down near me (I think so the microphone could pick up the sounds of my sucking), and I could hear them goading things on. Sucking didnât last long, though, before I asked if he would please fuck me. He stopped playing his game and took his pants all the way off while I took the rest of my clothes off (I already got topless during the blowjob), but he kept the headset on while he fucked me. At one point put the mic near me again to catch the sounds I was making, and I heard the voices telling to fuck me harder, to make me scream, but then one of them started saying that he should cum in me. The others slowly started joining in, until they were basically chanting for him to cum inside me. (They were also telling him to knock me up, but obviously they donât know that itâs unlikely.) I donât know if he could hear them as easily as I could, but he definitely ended up doing what they wanted. When he sat back down on the sofa, I sucked our juices off his cock while he got back into his game. Iâm pretty sure he was the most popular guy on the line right then from the way he kept grinning at me.
But still I only get to edge and not cum until my husband comes home tonight and fucks me. Iâm soaked just thinking about it!
I think there is going to be an explosion tonight!
Happy Tuesday!! I donât know if itâs because of how warm it is outside or because I am pregnant or maybe its that I enjoy laying with Sir (my son) but I have had really hard time getting up in the mornings recently. Probably has more so to do with Sir. I was asked recently if I get aroused out of people being interested in us. I would say no. I donât. Sir does because he loves it when I talk about him, but I donât. I get aroused when I think of him and sharing our experiences helps think about our times together. This is my outlet really. I enjoy sharing from a mothers perspective too of course. Anyway, another morning of getting him ready for the day. His confidence is so sexy when he just grabs me and kisses me before he leaves. Totally lusting today, but then again thats practically every day now. A post thats a bunch of babble. Just feeling really good today.
Hi. I think your daddy (son) should breed you at some point. Does he never talk about this with you? Or does he never dreaming about impregnating you since a long time ago?
Daddy talks about it sometimes. He has told me that he has dreamed about it. Every young guy probably does though.
Asked over a year ago. I was looking over the archives and came across this. Reblogging this because it made me think about all of the crazy questions that I would get about breeding and becoming his âbreeding cowâ. I was honestly always trying to avoid these questions because I didnât feel that it was the right time to even consider. Felt like crazy fascinations from guys. I guess that its true now though. There is a part of me that gets aroused by it. Although he never says it in those words. The things that my son does to me emotionally.
Negativity
I love my sons cock. A sentence that I can never say out loud. A sentence that makes me smile while thinking about. At the same time, a sentence that I know not everyone will understand. So give me a moment here for a rant. I have gotten a lot of negativity on here recently. Whether its from people from âoutsideâ who donât approve of mother/son relationships (which is why I am back to using a second blog, bustyfemale) or incest in general or people that question my real identity. I was even questioned the age of my son. Donât worry, he is of legal age. I donât even get how they determined from my posts that he was 14 or 15. All of these people have reminded me that while this has been a âsafe placeâ for me to express how I feel about my son, it wont always have positive criticism. I am the worst ignoring criticism sometimes but I really need to do better. I wish that all of us would stop trying to find ways to attack each other and just use that energy to show more love. So anyway, I have been super busy which is why I have been less active but I do have some exciting news to share that Tom and I found out a few days ago. Yes, I did make it through Sunday too. Thank you for your super encouraging comments. Maybe iâll share the positive things later when I get home. Being sneaky at work while I am the last one here.
Haters are going to hate. Try to not let them drown out the love you have with your son. Hopefully you can also see those of us online who appreciate your openness through the haters.
Gender Reveal and More
21 weeks, 2 days far along. A few days ago I had my mid pregnancy checkup. Tom was there with me (as my son of course). Going from the ultrasound we found out that we are having a girl. I am so happy!! She has gotten even bigger and I have been able to feel her kick. Its so surreal sometimes. Especially when Tom places his hand there to feel her. Her. My sons baby. We are actually going through with this. Feeling more aches and having a little more cravings but everything has been super. Sunday at Church went okay. A few questions from curious people but it was fine. May end up going back Sunday for a few reasons if it is okay with Tom.
While family was here this past weekend, I did sneak in a quick kiss for Tom when we were alone. His quick glances at me around the others were obvious of what he was up to. The times of when we canât do anything together feels like that only brings out the passion so much more. Thats partially why he stayed with his father overnight. When the family had left, we played a little game of how much we missed each other. He started with a kiss, to him touching me in a few places, to using his old bed while feeling his throbbing cock inside me. He was very verbal and so I was too. I was back to being submissive to my son and it felt like it was what I had missed doing. Being there for him is my place though.
My Valentine
Good morning! It has been a minute since I have shared anything. The sickness had me for a minute but I have gotten over it. My son Tom has been so good to me. He actually was trying to cook breakfast this morning. Way earlier than I actually would have. He is very limited on what he knows how to cook (because I do it for him) but its the thought that counts. Of course I did show him how much I appreciate him by taking care if his needs. A little kiss on the lips and then his cock. Not very long because of the lack of time but it was a nice start to the day. His gentle touch when he wanted to help me get ready for work. All it did was get me stirred up even more. So here I am thinking of my son at work. Already counting down to when i go home. Going to enjoy this time because we are going to have family staying this weekend and its going to be very interesting.
I had forgotten that I gave my son the remote vibrating egg to hang onto because I never felt that any place I was putting it was the right place to hide it away (keeping that toy for just me and my son). That is, until he brought it to me before we left for church in the morning. He slipped it into my hand while my husband was getting his coat from the hall closet and quietly told me to go put it in. I was surprised and a bit taken aback, but realized that taking the time to question or argue would increase the risk of my husband walking in on the exchange, so I quickly said I forgot my phone in the bedroom, and hurried up the stairs.
OK, quick note for the guys who wonât know this as well as the ladies: trying to hurriedly insert it without any kind of preparation or lubrication - natural or synthetic - is a rather uncomfortable and more difficult than you might imagine. Also, itâs quite cold if you havenât warmed it up at all first. Anyway, with a bit of struggle and discomfort, I managed to get it in and straighten my clothes again just as my husband was calling up to me to say that we were going to be late. I came back down the stairs, saying I couldnât find it. He asked if I had checked my purse, which is of course where it actually was, so I played dumb and said I would have remembered putting it in there. But I dutifully checked, and surprise! There it was. My husband rolled his eyes, but helped me put on my coat and off we went.
Of course, I could feel it while I was walking and moving, so I never totally forgot it, but it had definitely moved to the back of my mind when it suddenly turned on and started vibrating shortly into the pastorâs sermon. It startled me, and I must have jumped a little, because my husband suddenly turned and looked at me. I whispered in his ear that I must have been drifting off, and suggested that maybe someone woke me up too early. (My husband woke me up for sex this morning, if that joke was a little too subtle.)
The vibrations varied in intensity every little bit, even sometimes turning off briefly, and I did my best to maintain my composure and to sit still, but it wasnât easy! Finally I couldnât take any more, and I quietly whispered to my husband that I needed to excuse myself to the ladiesâ room. Trying to slip out and walk up the aisle without drawing too much attention is a much different feat when you have a vibrating egg buzzing at full speed inside you. Every step seemed to make it more and more intense, and I had to act like nothing was amiss as I passed a few people in the hallway. I chose a restroom a bit farther away, hoping that would mean it was unoccupied; fortunately I was right. At first I just leaned on the sink counter and tried to just kind of breathe through the buzzing inside me, but it was too intense and I finally stumbled into a stall and hiked up my dress to start rubbing through my already soaked panties. The orgasm that soon followed made my legs shake, and I probably would have screamed if I hadnât been in a public place. Instead I managed to hold it down to a strained gurgle that I hoped couldnât be heard outside the door, in case anyone happened to be walking by. I kept rubbing as it passed, and quickly brought myself to another orgasm; still powerful, but much more contained.
I caught my breath and pulled myself back together, thinking I would be able to handle it until I got back and could have my son turn it off. About 3 steps outside of the restroom, though, I discovered how wrong I was, and quickly turned and rushed back into the stall to rub myself to another orgasm. After that one, I definitely felt much more settled, and I was able to push the sensations back from the forefront of my attention. I headed back to join my husband and son, intent on having my son turn the thing off and give me a break. But I went by one of the lovely little old ladies in the church before I went back in, and got caught in talking with her about the weather and what her dogs have done lately. When I could finally extract myself from the conversation, I hurried back in and sat down. My husband asked if I was OK, and I guessed he was asking about how long I was gone, so I whispered back to him that I got dragged into hearing about Mrs. Xâs dogs. He quietly snorted a little laugh, well aware of how chatty she is, which I took as him accepting it as explanation enough.
Meanwhile, I squeezed my sonâs knee until the buzzing stopped. When it did, I tucked my thumb and pinky finger and laid three fingers across his upper thigh to let him know how many times I had cum. He put his right hand over my fingers, which I think meant he understood my meaning, and then felt the back of his left hand brush affectionately against the outside of my thigh for a bit.
But apparently we werenât done like I thought we were, because the egg turned back on while we were driving to the restaurant for lunch. I tried shooting him a silent look telling him to turn it off, but he just smiled at me. I re-thought what I was trying to communicate, and changed my look to something that I hoped looked a little more pleading. Iâm not sure if his smile actually turned more mocking, or if that was just the way it felt to me. Either way, it didnât turn off.
It stayed on, but remained at varying lower speeds, nothing wild but enough to keep me wet and distracted. At least, that was the case until I was almost done with my salad. Then my son cranked it up to full again, and my body went right along with it. I could feel it coming on, but it felt like there was nothing I could do. I tried to just keep eating my salad like nothing was happening, but I had to put my fork down and focus on just keeping everything as under control as I could while I came right there in the middle of the restaurant. I made some comment about the vinaigrette dressing being a little stronger than usual, trying to cover the embarrassment I was feeling at imaging that people were staring at me and had just watched me orgasm right out in front of everyone.
Thankfully the buzzing stopped shortly after that, and stayed off for the rest of the time out. I was finally able to take it out after we got home, and hid it in my laundry hamper until I could return it to my son after my husband had left last night. But telling my son about the experience resulted in getting a good, hard fucking⌠so, win-win! lol
My Sons Slut
A very happy Tuesday! No filter TuesdayâŚ
I am a complete mess right now, to be honest. From not feeling well one minute at 5am to super raging in naughtiness another minute. I just feel so all over the place. If I told you everything that my son and I have watched and done in this past week alone (carefully of course for obvious reasons), I think that it would be too unbelievable. This may be a little rewind or repeat of what I have already said in the past but.. I am a slut and I enjoy it when he calls me it. I wear a collar for my son, I do what he wants of me (mostly), I wear what he wants of me and I enjoy it. I love the attention from him. I love the feeling of not worrying what others think. When he tells me to get on my knees, I do as he says honestly. I enjoy the kinkiness that we have together. I enjoy making him happy. I enjoy thinking that he is superior to me and I enjoy knowing that he wants me and the way he sees me when he is in that mood. How much I feel like I have changed in over a year. From a super conservative woman to this. My desire for him has changed myself along the way⌠or maybe this was always in me. I am not sure. All that I am sure about is giving myself to him is making him happy and thats all that I want to do.
More actual updates coming soon.. This is just me with no filter, but I wanted to just say it and there may be more kinkiness to one of my blogs soon because I can.
Sitting here at work (No one is close to me in the room) and coming across this from 2 months ago because of the recent views on it. Wouldnât take back a word of this. Amazing how much this was liked.
When I havenât been feeling well today but my son with his charm distracts me from it. Love him! đđ
17 weeks, 4 days. (The picture above is not me. Using as a visual of where I am at.) Belly is showing more and its very obvious now. Strangers notice and I get a lot of âcongratulationsâ out of random at work. Baby is the size of an onion. I am not feeling the sickness anymore. Tired part of the time. Sleep has gotten better. Craving pickles and ice cream some. I have felt some flutters. That is so making it all the more exciting!! I am still able to wear a few of my clothes but have started to wear maternity pants. My sexual feelings has gotten more intense. Tom has felt the bump and every time he does it makes this feel so surreal to me. Then I think about how much risk we are going through with this and worry until he comforts me. Have an appointment set for next month for an ultrasound and maybe will find out the gender. Still undecided if we are going to wait on knowing or not. I would love to have a dog eventually. Tom loves how my body has changed so far.
Tyrone and Our Life
My son is asleep and because I took a nap earlier I am wide awake right now. Its become a thing that I enjoy watching him sleep. It may be a little odd, but he is cute when he sleeps. Sorry that I havenât replied to messages. Life is super busy and I get super tired easily now. So, since my post a few days ago I have been asked several different questions. Here is a reply⌠Tyrone is a guy that I met at the gym a long time ago. I have had an interest for black men long before my son and I got closer (my ex probably still doesnât know that) and I wanted to know what it would be like to be with one. With permission from Tom, Ty and I did get very close a few times and I honestly became too obsessed. Thats why in early Summer of last year I was seeing less of Ty. I didnât want to hurt my son and I didnât want anything to come between us. Ty does know about Tom and I. He is one of only two people that know. We have stayed in contact since. Sent a few texts back and forth but I havenât seen him as much. Ever since I found out that I was pregnant, I havenât been to the gym. Tom and I have had a little talk recently and with how our situation is right now, he doesnât want us to be as exclusive with each other again. He has been with another girl a few times who is around his age. I canât stop him and I canât blame him because he is young and should enjoy his life. We are still together, but he wants to have more freedom for the both of us. So what does this mean for Ty? Ty and Tom have agreed on a few things. My son is number 1 in my life. I am his most of all. Ty knows this. Those two get along really well actually. Anyway, Tom is fine with Ty and I getting together occasionally and they want to figure out a way that I can be submissive to both. How well this will work, we will find out. Probably wont know too much for a long time anyway since I am being very careful while I am pregnant. That was what the other night was about. Tom is a very understanding and sweet guy. I just want my son to be happy.
