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My lust for my mother grew bigger and bigger, every passing year, and at 22, I have reached such an extreme stage that I cannot sleep without fapping to my darling mother.


I love her and I care for her, and I wish the best for her, like every other son. I have utmost respect for my mother.

But, the moment I enter my room and close the door, incestual desires fill 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. I was still in high school when I turned 18, and was in my final year.

Internet at home gave me easy access to all kinds of adult videos, and while all my friends, who watched porn, fantasized on the girls in school, for some strange reason, I felt attracted towards my mother.

Initially, I hated myself every time I had dirty thoughts about my mother. Images of her in her inner-wear, or being touched inappropriately by strangers kept coming in my thoughts. I felt like I had no control over it, and soon found myself filled with remorse.

I stopped watching porn, and life was back to normal. I was, however, getting increasingly frustrated with my studies and personal life. It felt like I had no source of happiness, and I was getting depressed.

Peer pressure had also taken a toll on me. My best friends were all getting laid, and I did not even have a girlfriend.

My boring, tedious single life & my growing sexual needs left me with no other option than to start watching porn, again.

The second attempt at porn was a largely satisfying and rewarding experience. Explicit thoughts of my mom had stopped flashing in my mind, and I was thoroughly enjoying porn now.

I would at times think really indecent stuff about the girls in school and fap to them. But mostly I would be dry humping myself, on the bed, thinking about the scenes from the porn movie I last watched. Very soon, I was a proud porn addict.

My Senior Board Exams were almost here, and my poor results in the mock tests, forced my parents to cancel the internet connection. I felt devastated.

I was missing my daily dose of adult content, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt I could not even breathe. Such was my addiction to porn, I wanted it a thousand times more than a normal boy of my age would.

A months study leave was what I had to prepare for the 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, alone with my mother.

Yes, my mother!! And that is when I started to develop extremely sinful feelings for her. Having spent time with her for almost the whole of 1 week, I found scandalous images of my mother coming back into my mind.

She would be around me right from the morning till the time 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 I was always trying to catch a glimpse of her cleavage.

I realized everything else I was doing to keep myself sexually engaged, was to keep myself away from lusting for my mother. I realized I was watching porn only because I wanted the shots from porn to replace the lewd thoughts about my mother. I realized I was fapping to my classmates only to stop myself from wanting to masturbate to my mother.

I realized it was my mother I really wanted, and I am filled with feelings for her, a son should never have for his mother.

That night I could not sleep. All I could do was imagine my mother as the female subject in the umpteen porn movies I had watched, and myself as the male pleasing her. All I could do was imagine being on the bed with her.

I was hard. I could feel my young virgin cock throbbing with excitement, and I rushed to the washroom to shoot out my load for her.

I tried masturbating thinking about my mother, but even after being completely overtaken by lust, I just could not stroke myself to an orgasm. Instead I started thinking about how my mother grew 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 own his wife - my mother.

I was upset, tired, and confused. I told myself I will never think dirty about my mother, for the sake of my dad, and our family.



But the question still remained - Would I have Fucked My Mother, otherwise?!