In the morning after, my brain gave me the worst case of post nut clarity I ever had. My head was raging: What had I done? I had sex with my own mom. I exposed all of my kinks. My brain just went insane. So I stayed in bed for a while. Close to insanity. But after a while, hunger kicked in. So I had to leave my room. And I was hoping that mom just wasn’t around. I was already planning leaving home, and hide myself in my place next to my university. But I didn’t come that far.

Mom was in the kitchen. Still wearing her nightgown, drinking some coffee, reading some newspaper and saying “Good morning” to her son. As normal as always. As if nothing has been happening the night before. I was surprised. Or more than that it, I couldn’t believe it, how relaxed she was. And that somehow calmed me down. So I took some coffee, took some cornflakes, poured some milk over them and sat down next to me.

After a while, mom turned around and looked at me. With a big smile on her face: “You enjoyed yourself yesterday, don’t you? You really are like your father. Normally I fuck him. And no, no need to worry. Everything is okay between us two.”

I just sat there. Not knowing what to do. And not knowing what to say. Mom kept on talking: “The next time, we might even tape what we are doing. Just to make it kinkier. And maybe we ask your dad to join in. He would love to a part of this.”

I had to swallow pretty damn heavy. It was committing one of the biggest sins out there. And she just talks about it as if it was about getting some groceries. And it got even worse, or better, according to your standpoint: “We might even ask your sisters to join in. They like that stuff too.”

“Mom?”

“It is okay, we did that before. Lots of stuff has changed since you left for university. If you want, we got some of it recorded.”

I just sat there. Totally surprised, totally not sure what to think and yet, somehow turned on. Mom, again: “But we see. For now, for the next days, it is just us two. If you like, we can play again.”

After saying that she came closer, pressed my body against mine. And I was just thinking, what a damn pervert family I have. It put a smile on my face. And it gave me a bad conscience at the same time.

But mom wasn’t done with me. She came closer to me. Gave me a motherly kiss on my forehead while her hands were wandering downwards between my legs. She was touching my dick and my balls. Probably for the first time since I was little. She began to jerk me off. And I was enjoying it. And again, she knew exactly what she was doing. And yes she didn’t finished me off. She just kept me on the edge. I was in heaven.

After a while she had enough. She said that I should finish myself off. Into my half empty coffee cup. And I did. She was watching. After I stopped cumming, she just took the cup and downed it. My mom just has swallowed my, her son’s sperm. I couldn’t believe my eyes. And that was just the beginning of the day.

The rest of the morning was nothing out of the ordinary: I really got my shit together to learn something, mom was getting some groceries, doing some household stuff and prepared lunch for us both. I was pretty damn hungry when she called me down to eat.

And she already had the next surprise prepared for me. A dildo was standing on my chair. Some lube was standing on the table next to it. I just stared at it. Not knowing what to do. She took notice of me starring at my place. Starring at the dildo standing there. And she explained it to me: “For the next days, as long as we both are alone, you sit on it, ride it a little while we are eating.”

And I did as told, dropped my pants, yes my dick was rock solid, lubed myself up and sat down on the dildo. Slowly. To let it glide in. And my asshole swallowed it all. Without any problems. And yes, it felt awesome. And I had to ride it. Mom served dinner why I was at it. Sat down opposite of me. And began a conversation. And I, I struggled to stay focus. To keep on eating. To listening to her. To answer her. And to keep riding the dildo. As soon as I was drifting off, she brought me back: “Son, here I am talk with me.”

Or she sometimes even asked: “Son, everything okay with you? You look so distracted.”

I even kept on riding after lunch was done. Mom just called me a pervert. But after doing so, she joined in. She grabbed my half hard cock and began to jerk me off. Made me hard again. Worked out a big and nasty load. Captured it with her hands. And no, not for her. For me. She just made me swallow my own load. And I loved what she was doing. I licked her fingers clean. After I was done, she just gave me a kiss on the forehead: “What a good boy you are.”

After that, and after cleaning the toy, I went back to my room. Back doing my studies. Again, I was focused like I never had been before. I got a lot of work done. And time flew by. Until mom called me for dinner. But this is a story for another day.

And you already guessed it, don't you? The story is made up. Nothing but fiction.