A Son’s Love For His Mother Pt 1 (Mom Helped To Study)

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Hello, my dear friends. This is my first attempt at erotic story writing, and I have tried my best to make the reading as enjoyable as possible. I sincerely hope you will forgive my mistakes, and support me with your suggestions.

I have been inspired by the porn I have watched, stories I have read, and, of course, real-life incidents that have made me into the person I am today. The base for my story is definitely true events during different parts of my life, and I have tried being as realistic as possible.

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My lust for my mother grew bigger and bigger, every passing year, and  I have reached such an extreme stage that I cannot sleep without fapping for my darling mother. I love her and I care for her, and I wish the best for her like every other son. I have the utmost respect for my mother.

But the moment I enter my room and close the door, incestual love fills inside me, turning me into a dirty animal desperately craving for his mother’s mature pussy. I was introduced to sex and to the world of porn when I was 18. Internet at home gave me easy access to all kinds of adult videos, and yet I felt attracted towards my mother.

Initially, I hated myself every time I had dirty thoughts about my mother, but images of her in her inner-wear or being touched inappropriately by strangers kept coming back to my mind. I felt like I had no control over it and found myself filled with remorse. Puberty had also taken a toll on me.

My growing sexual cravings left me with no option than to watch porn. I would at times think really dirty about the girls in school and fap for them, but mostly I would be dry humping myself on the bed thinking about all the porn I watched. I was a proud porn addict.

My board exams were almost here and my very poor results in the model tests forced my parents to block the internet connection. I felt devastated. There was nothing I could do about it, and I could not sleep for the next two days.  A month’s study leave was what I had to prepare for the 12th standard board exams.

I found myself unable to do anything. I was told only to concentrate on studies and not being allowed to leave my house meant that I was stuck at home, along with my mother. Yes, my mother !! And that is when I started to have dirty sinful feelings for her again. Having spent time with my mom for almost the whole of 1 week, I found dirty images of her coming back into my mind.

She would be around me right from the morning till I slept, and spending so much time with her had the devil in my mind creeping out. I found myself checking out her curvy body, her firm boobs and always trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. I realized everything else I was doing to keep myself sexually happy was to keep myself away from lusting for my mother.

I realized I was watching porn only because I wanted images from porn to replace the dirty thoughts of my mother. I realized I was fapping for my schoolmates only to stop myself from wanting to fap for my mom. I realized it was my mom I really wanted, and I am filled with feelings for her, that a son should never have for his mother.

That night I could not sleep. All I could do was imagine my mother in different porn movies I had seen. All I could do was imagine being on the bed with her. I was hard, I could feel my young dick throbbing with excitement, and I rushed to the washroom to shoot out my load for her.

I tried fapping for my mother and even after being completely overtaken by lust, I just could not masturbate myself to an orgasm. Instead, I started thinking about how my mother brought me up. I started thinking about my dad. My dad was my superhero, always working hard for us.

I could never do something that would hurt him. And I cursed myself for wanting to fuck his wife, my mother. I was upset, tired, sleepless and confused. I told myself I will never think dirty about my mom for the sake of my dad, and our family. But the question still remained – would I have fucked my mother otherwise?

Next day, after waking up, I found it difficult to face my mother. I just could not look at her. All the courage I had built to shamelessly lust for her seemed to have been washed away. I was stuck in a turmoil of feelings and emotions. I was angry at myself for having wanted something I should have never wished for.

I wanted to punish myself. I felt losing control over my life. I was sexually frustrated, and I started understanding how badly my addiction to porn has affected me and my life. I loved my mother, but I also found myself wanting her more and more, in sinful ways.

I had less than 3 weeks for my board exams, and I had still not started studying. I was well on my way to messing things up, and that is when the golden idea struck me. “Why not ask my mom to help me study?” I told myself. I did not know if I wanted it so that I could be close to her or if I really wanted to study.

Both were the answer, maybe. I wanted to start studying, but I also wanted her presence. I knew it will not help me get rid of the lust I have for her. I knew it may make things worse. But such was the state of my mind, I was not able to even convince myself to choose between right and wrong. I was going to study, but only to be with my mother.

All I wanted was a valid reason to be with my mother. I was craving for her body, but I just could not accept it myself. I knew it was wrong, and wanting her help to prepare for the exams, was my way of trying to make a wrong right. I was not able to make myself understand, I am her son, and she is my mother.

I could only see myself as a young boy craving for a mature woman, a scenario I had seen in a few porn movies I watched back then. My mother was very happy when I asked her if she could help, and she immediately said yes. We started right away, and she sat next to me, just like I wished. I was enjoying spending time with her, and I was also studying.

In fact, I was studying more, and for longer hours, so that I could have her by my side even more. I would go through the lessons, and then have my mother ask me questions. Soon my study time was close to 14 hours a day, and my mother was stuck by my side, not able to do even her daily household duties.

She started asking me questions while in the kitchen, while she ironed our clothes and even as she watched her favorite serial on TV. I was by her side all the time, and she was teaching me late into the night. She would ask me questions in her nightwear, and the nighty and tight t-shirts she used to wear gave a wonderful idea of her majestic structure.

I loved it even more when she would stretch her arms during the mornings, sitting in front of me wearing a sleeveless salwar top. Or raise her hands to tie her hair, and in the process give me a great view of her shiny clean shaven armpits. She would oil her hair as she asked me questions, sitting next to me, and sometimes come to check my notes right after her morning exercise.

I honestly preferred her dirty sweaty body over her clean fresh body, and even the aroma of her body was adding to my lust for her. Every day I had a new reason to be hard, and I was really enjoying my study time. Preparing for my board exams with a horny erect dick was a truly erotic experience. The last week of my study holidays saw me being forced to cover my hard dick, from poking out of my shorts, on multiple occasions.

I started having this feeling that my mother too was enjoying this, and I was having extremely hard erections. Maybe it was just my dirty mind playing games, but more than once, I felt my mother was teasing me. She gave me the first hint when she spread her legs open really wide, as she was teaching me biology. She was completely dressed, but she was continuously spreading her legs out really wide, and then bringing it back together, to close it.

She repeated this until we completed the topics related to reproduction. I was sweating, I was exhausted, and I was having an erection so hard I felt I was going to explode. I just had to have my hands over my penis, to keep my hard dick covered. And when my mother said, “That went well son, hope you will not forget this. We really do not have time to do this again now.”

I did not know how to react. I knew I had to believe she was talking about the topics we completed. But I just could not stop thinking if she was trying to tease her teenage son. Such was the impact, I started to feel the room fill with lust, every time my mother and I were together. She started bending over the table every time I asked her a doubt, showing me her cleavage each time.

Her fleshy boobs looked like out of a dream. Sometimes she would sit at the edge of the sofa, with her bust pushed out on purpose, and legs spread wide, making my dick raise. She even made me say-out-loud mathematical formulas, standing right outside the closed door of her bathroom, as she had a quick bath.

“We do not have time to waste, son. So just shout out the formulas for me to hear, and think about nothing else,” she said. I started to recite the formulas, rubbing my dick like a possessed freak. My mother was wet and naked inside the bathroom, just a meter away from me. My plan of asking my mother to help me study had worked out brilliantly.

I got more than what I had wished for. And though I never really masturbated for her, she had herself made me so hard and horny. I had cum shooting out of my dick, the moment I pulled it outside my shorts. The last day of my study holidays had me relaxing, as it was my English exam the next day, and I was confident of doing well.

To be continued.

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