An Asian mother and her half Asian son.

Confessing to my son that I enjoy being gang banged.

Being an 18 year old, he is obsessed with sex. He spends all day in his room and watches porn on the internet. He doesn’t have a girlfriend and I’m a bit concerned about him. He has on numerous occasions about some very sexual things to me, such as if I have ever had wet dreams, and what was the content of those wet dreams, what kind of sexual fantasies I’ve had, and what I enjoyed in the bedroom.

I was initially quite shy but each time after I talked to my son about those very intimated things they were very well received. I get turned on as well when I see him beaming with excitement and I feel it actually made us closer.

Being a single mother is hard, and being a single mother with a half Asian son who is coming of age, who is figuring out how to become a man, is even more difficult. I do everything I can do make my son happy. So when my son asked me about the kind of sexual fantasies or the content of my wet dreams, after the initial dithering, I decided to confess fully and completely.

My son brought me a pair of panties on Mother’s Day.

My husband left me a long time ago. My daughter who is turning 22 this year has a life of her own and does not live with me

My life is just me and my son, who is everything in my life and whom I love for all the world, which is something that I don’t expect you to understand if you are not a mother.

Being half white and half Asian, my son is very popular among Asian girls, being in touch with Asian culture and at the same time being white, and he has been bringing lots of Asian girls home and I’ve heard them having sex, and I’m honestly so proud of him and I don’t feel the least bit of jealousy. In fact, I’ve been introducing Asian girls to my son as well and this actually makes us feel a lot closer.

On Mother’s day my son told me he had a surprise for me and I eagerly waited for him to come home from his classes.

He gave me a box which I opened and I was a bit shocked because he brought me panties.

A black lace thong-panties with small, silver massaging pearls running up the crotch area, to be more exact.

I thanked him but I said “it’s a bit inappropriate for a son to buy for his mother” and to which he replied, “not to worry” and rather, “take it as something positive.” A phrase I did not fully understand in terms of its intention.

I smiled anyway and then he asked me to wear them for him.

I love my son and I’d do anything for him if it meant it will please him.

I wore them and went to his room to show him. Other than the panties, I only had a bra on. Nothing less. I was walking bare feet too.

The silky smooth fabric felt so cool and comfy against my skin and the pearls rubbed into my pussy like a lover’s soft touch.

He told me to turn around and he complimented on my curve. I bent over a bit and he said my pussy lips were fully visible. I got a bit scared and covered myself with my hands. He thanked me and told me not to worry because he liked it.

I get wet whenever I wear this panties and it’s my favorite panties.

I’m so attracted to my half Asian son.

Even though he is only 5 feet 7, he is just so handsome and good looking. He has a mixture of both Caucasian and Asian features. He is very skinny and weighed only 130 lb. His skin is lily white and his eyes were very Asian, and he is more feminine looking than a lot of the girls I know, but his cock is definitely Caucasian.

When he thought I was in bed asleep, when all the lights in the house were out, only the fluorescence from the computer screen in his room was visible, I only quietly peaked in. He had his cock out and he was stroking it, while looking at videos of Asian women being hogtied on his laptop. My knees got weak and I watched for at least 30 seconds before I crept back to my room. I fingered my pussy thinking about my son’s big white cock.

I often walked completely naked in front of my son after I took a shower so he could see everything as I walked back to my room. I don’t want there to be any mystery between us.

There is nothing sexual between us, to be sure. I was attracted to my son only in a puritanical way, like the owner of a cat or the camaraderie between two girlfriends. In some way, I see my son as my best girlfriend.

My son knows that I touch myself at night listening to him fucking other Asian girls.

He was actually very depressed immediately after graduating from high school. He scored 99 percentile on SAT, and had 10 AP’s, and yet he was wait-listed by all the Ivy League schools that he applied to: Harvard, Princeton, Yale, and Brown. He was accepted to Berkeley but I didn’t want him to leave me and neither did he want to fly over to California. I told him mommy gets lonely after dad left us and wanted his company.

Returning his favor for staying at home with me by going to a local college (the tuition is cheap), I’ve been hooking up my half-Asian son with beautiful, young, fertile Asian women I met from Asian American Association and other Asian community service centers, and to be honest, nothing in the world feels better than listening to my son having sex with those gorgeous Asian women every night.

I’ve had countless orgasms hearing my son bringing those other demure Asian women to orgasm. Some are 18 year old Asian girls. Some are Asian women in their mid-20s to early 30s. Some have had illustrious careers while living in China, actresses, ballet dancers, beauty models. Some were married and divorced. Some were virgins. And yet despite of all their differences and coming from all walks of life, none of them could resist my son’s gorgeous white cock, which actually makes me feel so proud as his mom.

The most fun was when somehow me and the Asian woman my son was fucking cummed simultaneously. I would even daydream of joining them.

One night, I was pleasantly surprised when, at 1 AM, I heard the soft moans of an Asian woman again. Just a few hours ago she was fucked to loud, screaming orgasms and now her voice almost sounded like she was begging, a pitiful begging, pleading for mercy. Before fucking those Asian women, my son enjoyed humiliating them, by whipping them with belts, clamping their nipples and pussy lips, and making them kneel and prostrate before him.

That night, after awakened so rudely, I decided not to moan into my pillow anymore and I touched myself to the sound of my son fucking his Asian slut. I didn’t hold back. I moaned, quivered and cummed out of my mind.

The next morning, my son came up to me at the kitchen counter and said, “I just wanted you to know that we can hear you mom, … which tells me that you can hear us too. I have no plans of being quiet, neither should you.”

Blood was rushing to my face and my entire face, neck, and chest turned scarlet with shame. First shame, then lust. I could barely control myself as my fingers trembled and I resisted with all the power in my body from touching my self.

That night I saw my son go to the kitchen completely naked and his penis was dangling between his legs. He saw me watching him from my room and just smiled at me and went back to his room, leaving his bedroom door slightly open.

What amazed me is how he can act like nothing happened the next day while knowing full well that he’s making his mom cum like a common Asian whore just by thinking about his big white cock.

My son invites two random guys to fuck me while I was blindfolded.

Here Job is voicing the torment of soul caused by the onslaught of unconscious desires; the libido festers in his flesh, a cruel god has overpowered him and pierced him through with barbed thoughts that agonize his whole being.

— Carl Jung

Every Asian woman is Job when she encounters a white man. White man is her cruel god, who overpowers her, pierces her, and causes her both agony and pleasure beyond this world.

About a week after the “incident”, my son and I had more “little talks”, confiding our inner most secrets to one another. Knowing full well that his mother is a horny Asian slut, my son suggested that he arrange a kinky threesome experience for me, since this is something that my husband was never confident enough to do for me while I was married.

I was very nervous, but everything turned out to be even better than I had ever expected.

The idea was that my son would tie me up and blindfold me in the bedroom. Then he would go and let his friends (pure white and American of course) in and the two of them would use my tied up body like I was a little toy for them. The whole time I would be blindfolded so that the men would remain a total mystery to me and of course they had no way of knowing that I was the mother to my son. It sounded so exciting and I agreed.

My wrists were tied behind my back and ropes were looped around my breasts forcing them to look bigger, and my knees was brought up my chest and tied with zipties. I was completely exposing my pussy and ass.

Left in the quiet and dark for a few moments, the anticipation rose massively. I felt so helpless. All I could do was lay there and wait, unable to move away or see what was going on.

I heard foot steps shuffling and assumed my son had brought the two guys into my bed room but none of them spoke up. My heart was beating and I was desperate to shout out my son’s name, begging for release, then I heard my son’s voice and instantly I felt safe and secure.

He praised my body, telling the guys how at my age my nipples are still so perky and my pussy so tight, and of course he never failed to mention to them that I’m “an Asian slut for white cocks.”

“My mom is an Asian slut for white cocks.” He said and those words were seared in my mind.

Without eyes seeing, I imagined in my mind eye the sneer on their young, potentially freckled, faces. My son encouraged the guys to use me like a toy, but all I heard from the two mystery men were their grunts and moans as they grabbed at me and used me. I felt their masculine, hard bodies against me, their big steely cocks shoved to the back of my throat and pushed between my legs.

I came hard on those two men’s cocks, and felt them pumping cum inside me. I never saw their faces. They could have been anyone. Maybe they were already people I knew. Maybe one day I will meet them and have no idea who they are. Maybe we will never be able to recognize each other, and that felt so hot to me.

I sleep with the door to the house unlocked so people could come in anytime to fuck me.

The two mystery men would visit me unannounced in the middle of the night. My son had given a copy of the key to the house to one of the men so even if I had locked the door, they could have been able to come in with the spare key.

One night as I was in bed falling asleep I heard the front door open and it’s only natural that I was so scared and I was ready to scream. I didn’t hear any voice, only the foot steps and my anxiety was building up as every second passed.

I called out my son’s name and asked “Is that you?” and there was no response. I was too afraid to get out of bed and I was getting ready to call the police when the door—which had been ajar—was swung open and there were two men walking towards me.

Before I had time to react my hands were tied behind my back and a gag was shoved inside my mouth. Then the two men crawled into my bed like they owned it. I was terrified but also excited.

30 minutes later my pussy, ass and mouth were filled with cum and both of them were sweaty and breathing heavily.

I told them I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed, but we could cuddle for a while. They untied my hands and the three of us spooned. I fell asleep with both guys rubbing my nipples and clit and before I knew it they were both inside me again, one inside my pussy and another one inside my ass. I took another big load up each hole and finally fell sleep but against was fucked awake.

I love my son even more now.