Confessions of a bad mother

NSFW - you have been warned. Confessions of a 42 year old, married woman from the UK.

[joeltorrid3]

MOM & SON (A SHORT FILM)

a mother/son incest video

[ukbadmilf]

Oh my god... This is one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I've never gone as far as this, but I've felt the tension of being around my beautiful son EXACTLY like in this film. The sight of him in just his shorts when he walks around the house... If my son were to act like the lad in this film, I wouldn't be able to resist. Wow.

[ukbadmilf]

Alex

So, I’ve been chatting to Alex, one of my son’s friends on Tinder. Of course, he doesn’t know that it’s me he’s talking to because I’ve set up a fake profile on there, but I’ve found it horny because I know him and knowing that he’s turned on by the idea of older women is really exciting me. ME: Do you like older women then? HIM: Yeah ur well hot ME: I’m old enough to be your mother. Do you have a thing for MILFs, then? HIM: Mmmmmm I’ve mentioned that I have a son and that I fantasize about fucking his friends (I’ve held back on the fact that I also fantasize about fucking my son, because that might freak him out). What I want to get round to is whether he ever fantasizes about fucking his friends’ mums too. And whether any of his friends are into the same thing as him.

[dominatedmen]

George’s mom has him well trained. As soon as Dad leaves for work, he has to please his mom.

[ukbadmilf]

Tinder

This morning Tinder matched my fake profile to one of my real son's friends. He's quite a cute guy - not one I've ever really paid much attention to before, certainly not in a sexual way - but now knowing that he's at least a bit attracted to women old enough to be his mother, makes him seem really attractive. Adam is in the lounge right now playing Grand Theft Auto, and I'm in the kitchen, for a change fingering myself thinking - not about him - but what it would be like for his friend Alex to go down on his knees and lick my pussy. I've sent him a message, I keep checking my phone to see if he's replied.

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[ifmommyonlyknew]

You shouldn’t be touching mommy there son…

[iamcalledmom-deactivated2014092]

At least not to my address or with your hand I can think of something better to touch that with something that we will both enjoy much more

[ukbadmilf]

A tempting offer...

So, a 19 year old guy I've been chatting to with my fake profile on tinder has suggested meeting up. I've explained that the pics I've got on there aren't me, and he says he's fine with that - though he does want to see a picture before we meet. Obviously, this goes way beyond what I've told myself I'll ever do, but... 1) He's gorgeous. 2) He totally gets the mother/son thing and says he wanks off thinking about fucking his own mum often. 3) And this is the big one... I told him about how I masturbate smelling Adam's underwear often, and told him how the smell of him is a big turn on for me. He suggested that when we met, I brought some of Adam's worn clothes with me and he would put them on, blindfold me and then have sex with me, so that I could smell him and imagine it was really Adam fucking me. It's probably the nearest I'd get to the real thing.... But even so, it's not going to happen. I can't go through with it.

[ukbadmilf]

Why "Stephanie" never meets

Most the conversations reach a point where the guy wants to meet me, and I have to put them off. I’ve been open about the fact that “Stephanie” is married, and I think most of them understand that while I’m into the idea of fucking them, I’m not going to go and cheat on my husband any time soon. Nonetheless, I’ve a 23 year old guy who must live really close by, who seems obsessed about cumming inside my pussy, and leaving it there for my husband to find. He keeps going on about how he wants my husband to go down on me and for him to stick his tongue between my pussy lips and taste his cum. It’s a very horny idea, but obviously it’s not going to happen. I’m not going to do that, and for another thing – I have a completely different face to “Stephanie”.

[ukbadmilf]

Daniel

I’ve begun chatting to a few very hot lads on Tinder now. My favourite is Daniel (19) who writes absolute filth to me about how he wants to cum in my ass and pin me down to make me choke on his cock. Every so often I throw in ‘I’m old enough to be your mother’ and he replies ‘yeah I know – horny innit?’ A couple of lads have asked to take the conversation off Tinder and onto Whatsapp so that we can exchange a few more intimate pictures. After a bit of indecision I’ve decided to do this because I can’t see that it will cause too much harm. It does mean that I’m giving my real number out to these men, but they’re unlikely to be able to identify me from that and I don’t think any of them will use it to phone me. Also, so long as the pictures I send are closely cropped – my tits, vagina, arse – they’re very unlikely to work out who I am from them (even my husband would struggle, I think). The plus side is that I now keep getting pictures and videos from these hot twenty-somethings of their beautiful bodies and huge penises. What have I been missing all these years?! Isn’t technology amazing!

[ukbadmilf]

"Stephanie"

I got thinking as I lay in bed last night how it would be possible to lie on Tinder. To set up a fake profile and chat to guys that way. I mean, technically, Adam isn’t even old enough to use the app, but he’s got on there by saying he’s a year older than he really is – so the security can’t be that strong. I lay there for hours thinking through all the things you’d have to do, and wondering if it would even be possible to chat to Adam on there without him knowing.

First thing this morning, I set about putting it into action (see, I told you I was bored!) I set up a fake Facebook profile first of all. I decide to set one up using my real age, but a fake name and get some fake pictures from somewhere. I wasn’t sure about this at first. Part of me thinks that Adam probably has his age range on the app set to girls his age, so my profile wouldn’t even show up. I considered setting one up for a fake girl that I knew he’d be into, but I don’t think that would satisfy me. Basically, I want to talk to young men who are into the idea of sex with older women. That’s what turns me on. I just don’t want the wider public knowing that I’m into that myself. Certainly not friends of Adam’s.

So, having set up my profile, I need to find pictures to accompany it. This is surprisingly hard to do. I wanted a woman who looks a bit like me – same age, build, etc. I wanted her to look just a little bit slutty, but not so obviously so that anyone would think that she was a fake profile, and I needed a few photos of her to make it realistic. I also realised that she couldn’t be anyone local, otherwise I’d be getting some poor innocent woman into exactly the kind of mess that I nearly got myself into the other day.

I end up trawling through a European dating site, to find likely candidates. Eventually (it amazes me when I realise I’ve spent about 2 hours searching for the right picture!) I find a woman I’m happy with. There are a range of pictures including a couple of her on the beach in a bikini. I won’t put these up on the Tinder profile, but they might be useful to have around.

And then I launch my profile. Under the guise of ‘Stephanie’ I am free to rate the profiles of any number of 18-25 year old men in the local area, and chat to them about sex. I know it’s morally dubious what I’m doing, but I think it’s probably more healthy than obsessively fantasizing about my son.

[ukbadmilf]

Big Mistake!

So, I installed Tinder on my phone this morning. Ha. I know. I don’t know what I was thinking either. It was great though, until the sensible part of my brain kicked in. You have to set it up through your facebook page, so your name and photo are completely visible from that. I set the age range of the guys I want to look at, and there I am happily swiping through, saying ‘yes’ to all these fit young men. And believe me, they’re almost all really beautiful. I swear down, men aged 18-22 turns up some of the most gorgeous people I have seen in my life. I start getting hits – where they’ve said they like me and I’ve said I like them – and I start chatting to a few. They’re polite, but I can tell that they’re just testing the water, not wanting to scare me off, but seeing if they can steer the discussion round to the subject of sex.

And then I realise what I’m doing. If I can see them, they can see me. And these guys are real people – people who live locally – some of them might even be Adam’s friends!

So obviously I delete my profile and the app, and hopefully I’ve disappeared off the system. I can’t believe how reckless I’ve just been and that worries me, because I really think my behaviour is getting way out of hand now. It’s only just occurred to me that my photo might easily have turned up on Adam’s phone as one of the girls he has to rate. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I just hope there’s no harm done.

[ukbadmilf]

Tinder

Adam was sitting in the kitchen earlier playing with his phone. I asked him what he was doing and so he showed me this app he’s got – Tinder. It’s a dating app where the screen shows you a series of photos of girls and you swipe them either left or right depending on whether you think they’re attractive.

‘Isn’t that a bit cruel?’ I ask sitting down next to him to watch.

‘They never know if you say you don’t like them,’ he said.

I sit with him for a bit watching, commenting on a few of the girls. It’s light-hearted, fun, though I’m also interested in which girls he seems to like more than others.

‘Wow, she’s hot,’ he says about one.

‘She looks a bit slutty,’ I say, realising that I actually feel jealous towards her. Seriously, I mean, I know how mental that sounds. I become paranoid, realising that I might have sounded a bit down on all the girls he has said he likes, so as soon as a really plain (but pretty) girl comes up, I say:

‘Oh she’s nice.’

‘She’s boring,’ he says and instantly swipes her the other way. It’s fun though, sitting there with him like that, and I feel like we’re bonding. It’s also a warm day and he’s wearing this loose grey vest top, which hardly covers his toned torso. It would be so easy to run my hand underneath it, but of course I don’t.

[ukbadmilf]

Fantasy

I have this fantasy where I’m laying on his bed fingering myself. I’m smelling him on his sheets and his football kit which he leaves on the floor sometimes. I close my eyes, sticking my fingers deep inside me, imagining it’s his cock. I don’t hear him come home. The first thing I know is that he is pulling my hand out from my crotch and sticking his tongue in where my fingers have been. I tell him to stop, but he just keeps on, licking and sucking my pussy, telling me that he’s always wanted to do this. He fucks me. Gently at first, kissing my tits and my lips, telling me how beautiful he finds me, then roughly – punishing me for being the dirty slut I am. He tells me that he will tell his dad if I don’t suck his dick whenever he wants it. I tell him I would do anything he wants.

[ukbadmilf]

Phone worry

My thinking is that the sex line won’t show up on the phone bill because it was a freephone number to dial if you were a woman. Now I’m paranoid because I haven’t seen any of our phone bills in years and I’m worried that maybe all the numbers are itemised, not just the ones that are charged. I can’t even remember having seen the phone bill come in the post for a few years, so I assume it’s all dealt with online now and that Steve has the login and password for it. I can’t imagine he checks through all the numbers though, but nonetheless I keep having these horrible moments of worrying he’ll find out. What would I say? Part of me thinks that if it was just a one off we could put it down to a fault on the line or something... does that make sense? Just deny all knowledge of it. The other part of me is desperate to call again and have phone sex with another young guy who will pretend to be my son.

[ukbadmilf]

Chat line

I phoned a sex chat-line today! Oh my god, that was bad! It was the usual routine, both Steve and Adam had left for the day and I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. Towards the back, between the news and the sport there are a few classifieds and amongst these about a quarter of the page is given over to adverts for sex and dating lines. The ones that make out they’re there for people to meet each other are free phone for women. So I called it. Oh my god! I had to give a description of myself, so I played up the whole frustrated housewife thing, gave a very leading account of myself and then went upstairs with the phone and lay down on Adam’s bed and began listening to the replies. Most of them didn’t do anything for me, but a couple of the men had quite sexy voices. I didn’t hold back. I told each one of them that I was laying on my son’s bed masturbating and they all immediately jumped at the idea. One of them kept asking me if I’d ever caught him masturbating, and I told him that I hadn’t but told him all about looking at the porn on his computer. He told me I should try to walk in on him, and I played along and said that I would (of course I wouldn’t!!!) And then, BINGO: this guy left me a message saying he was 20 and into older women. We went into a private chat together and he told me about his fantasy about shagging his friend’s mum. It was so horny, listening to him describe what he wanted to do to her, and then I told him about what I wanted to do to my own son. We masturbated together and he said that he wished he was my son. I told him to call me ‘Mum’ and before I knew it I was calling him Adam down the phone. It was really so horny, laying on Adam’s bed listening to all this... and then he hung up suddenly (no doubt he’d cum) and I brought myself off to the best orgasm I’ve had in ages.

[ukbadmilf]

My son & porn

A bit about my son’s interests in pornography. I’ve nothing to compare it to of course – I don’t know what other teenage boys wank off to, really, but it strikes me that Adam’s tastes in porn are pretty varied. He’s clearly conscious of the fact that either me or his dad might stumble across what he looks at online, so he pretty much always deletes his browser history. On a couple of occasions though, he’s forgotten to do this or I’ve found the addresses out from looking at the cache (this is less satisfying for me, because what I really like is to know the exact videos and images he gets off on – what’s really satisfying is to find the last thing he’s looked at, because I know this is probably the thing that made him cum). Nonetheless, from his browser history, I can tell you that my son is into: bukkake, big tits, group action (particularly spit-roasting and two men sharing one woman), outdoors (he watches a lot of action of people dogging; women on their knees by parked cars sucking off a group of men), he likes men going down on women, and face-sitting (women squashing men’s heads under their pussies. Oh, and anal. Other things he has searched for once or twice include “strap on” and weirdly “football kit sluts” though these don’t seem to be the norm. I find myself getting turned on by all the things he watches, though the fact that he watches them is probably why I find them so horny.

[ukbadmilf]

Keeping Track

Part of why I’m wanting to keep a record of this is because I feel like I need to keep myself in check in a way. You see, the first time that I thought about Adam in that way I was horrified at myself. Now, privately, I find that I’ve become quite adjusted to the fact that I am sexually attracted to my own son. Over the months since I first felt anything towards him, since the first dream I had about him, I have become quite used to the fact that he is a very sexy young man, and now, rather than being horrified, I find myself even encouraging myself to fantasize about him. I know that what I am saying here is very wrong, and it doesn’t mean that I have any intention of ever acting on these thoughts, but even so, I’m aware that my goal posts have altered in terms of what I previously found acceptable.

I have found myself picturing him in my head while I’ve been having sex with my husband – his father. I wondered for a while if that was what this was about, that I can see in Adam a younger version of his dad. More like the man that I fell in love with. I’m not sure if that’s the case though. While you can see a bit of his dad in him, they’re hardly the same. Adam is far better looking than his dad.

It’s my actions, rather than my thoughts, though, that I want to keep a check on. From the start, I always said that I would never act upon any of my fantasies, and to date I think that’s still true. Despite this, I am surprised by the things I have allowed myself to do, the boundaries I have now crossed. That’s what concerns me. If I don’t write all this down, I’m worried that my perspective will keep altering and I won’t know where to stop.

Let me explain. In January, Adam went back to school after Christmas. He’s doing A-levels at the local sixth form. We’d had a great Christmas – real family time. To be honest, while he was around the house over that time, I hadn’t thought about him much – not in any way that I shouldn’t. I saw him like my son. As I’m supposed to see him. Only, once he was back at school, I found myself missing him. We’d spent a lot of time together in the previous few weeks and somehow without him there I felt his absence really strongly. It’s a stupid thing to say – it wasn’t just him who was missing. Amy was back at university, and that’s probably why the house felt empty, but it was Adam that I focussed on not being around.

Without thinking, I found myself going to sit in his room a lot during the day. I found it comforting to be amongst his things. I enjoyed the smell of him in the room, it made me feel relaxed and close to him in a way I hadn’t felt before. That’s all it was to begin with. Maybe other mothers do that. I don’t know, I’m too scared to ask.

Anyway, I don’t think there was anything wrong in what I was doing to begin with, but I found myself going in there more and more, laying on his bed and pressing my face against the sheets just to feel close to him. One afternoon I did that and I was laying there and all of a sudden I became really horny, and I began thinking about how he must lay in the bed each night in just his boxers, and that he probably wanked himself off right where I was laying. I pressed my face hard against the mattress and began smelling the sweat and scent of his body, and I began to masturbate – fingering my pussy, picturing what it would be like to walk in on him while he was wanking.

Doing that has become a regular thing now. I go into my son’s room once, maybe twice a week and finger myself fantasizing about having sex with him. I have taken to seeking out his worn underwear, which is often on the floor, and under the guise of “doing the laundry” I take it away and bring myself off holding it over my face. I have developed a taste for the traces of precum that I often find in the crotch of his boxer shorts, even for the piss stains that he leaves there. I have gone through the browser history on his computer, and whilst it’s clear that he deletes most things he looks at, I have seen some of the pornography that he watches and I have watched it too, imagining how it makes him feel.

None of this could I have imagined myself doing nine months ago, but now it all seems perfectly ordinary and everyday.

[ukbadmilf]

My confession

I have finally decided that I need to write this down. In a way it’s a kind of confession, but it’s also a way of keeping track of myself, because I am sure that I haven’t always been this way – felt this way – had these kinds of thoughts. There’s nobody I can really tell about any of this stuff. Everyone would be disturbed by it if I told them, and rightly so, but I need to get it out there, because left in my head it’s sending me mad.

Okay. A little bit about myself: my name is Linda, I am 42 years old, married and I live in the North of England. Obviously, Linda is not my real name and none of the names I use to write about this will be real, but everything else I tell you will be true – or at least, true to what I think about. I have two children: Amy, who is 19 and Adam who is 17.

And that’s why I am writing this, because lately I have begun to have sexual thoughts about my son.

I know. I know, it’s horrible. I know, what mother could say that? But for months now I’ve been wrestling with this and not saying anything is driving me mad. Just writing this has made me so nervous, so frightened. I want to make it absolutely clear: I have never even once laid a finger on Adam – on either of my children – in a sexual way. It has also only been within the last year that I have begun having these thoughts about him.

I think it began about nine months ago, completely unexpectedly. I was sitting in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee at the table and in he walked wearing just a pair of shorts. Our washing machine is in a little utility room off the kitchen and I hang the clothes up to dry in there. I think he’d come down for a t-shirt or something, or maybe a fresh pair of socks. Anyway, I just saw him like I’d never seen him before. He’s a good looking boy and he’d recently gone through a bit of a growing spurt, and suddenly walking into the room was this half-naked, muscular young man. For an instant it was like I didn’t recognise him, all I thought was “Wow! He’s hot!” and immediately I blushed and had to look away, remembering that he was my son. I felt sick after he had gone. I hated that I had thought that way at all, but I swear I couldn’t help it.

A few nights later, I had a dream about him. We were in a lift, I think, a really enclosed space anyway, and he was shirtless again and his torso was all oiled and slippery. We were so close together that it was impossible not to touch him, and then my hands were rubbing up and down his torso, and slowly they found their way under the waistband of his shorts. I woke up at that point, really aroused and again feeling quite frightened. I managed to tell myself that it was just a dream, but I realised that I’d enjoyed the dream really badly. So that’s how it started anyway.