I had always been incredibly lonely, I admit, and it’s true, my life has always revolved around my son, who is everything to me in this world. As his mother, I’ve always felt that it’s my obligation to take care of my son, nurture him, pamper him, spoil him, obey him, and do everything to please him, no matter what it is. 

It is true that I’ve always known, even though I refused to admit to myself, that I lusted after my son. Even before this lust materialized, I often found myself fantasizing of how wonderful it would be for my son to satisfy me. Even though I’m in my late 30s, being East Asian, I do not look my age at all. I keep myself fit; I exercise regularly; I use facial cream every night before sleep; I’m proud of the fact that I’m still very attractive; and I know my son is proud of having me as his mother, “a sexy Asian MILF,” as my son and his friends liked to call me.  

I’m very ashamed to say, I’ve pleasured myself thinking about my son more times than I’d like to admit. I had often fucked myself to orgasms thinking about my pussy dripping my arousal juices all over my son’s balls as his big, hard white cock slid deep inside my body. And when I was not fantasizing about my son, I loved showing off my naked body in front of him. I always loved walking around the house completely naked, and I didn’t mind when my son asked me to show him my swollen pussy. I still remember, one time, while I was coming out of the shower, my son bursting into the bathroom, grabbing my ass and begging to look at my pussy and when I relented and let him, him shouting: “Wow, mom! Your pussy is puffing out from between your thighs like a juicy peach!”

“Mommy is having an orgasm.” I often referred myself in third person as I imagined my son fucking me, imagining my cunt clenching around my son’s cock, begging him to cum inside me, as my hot pussy pulsed and twitched against his steely shaft. I imagined my son pulling his cock out of mommy’s cunt and watching ropes of his creamy seed dripping from my wet pussy. 

Images of my son always invaded my fantasies as I pleasured myself. I simply couldn’t cum without my son’s cock. Sometimes, in those wild wet dreams, my son would cum inside my pussy. Sometimes I would be on my knees, and my son would shoot into my mouth or all over my face and breasts. A few times, I begged my son to cum inside my ass. And worse, I even had wet dreams where my son would punish me for being a slut, taking me to an abandoned factory, stripping me naked, hog-tying me to the ceiling and inviting his friends to gangbang me. 

It doesn’t help that my sweet, sweet boy had always been so needy and clingy. I feel very sad to say, that my son had never had a father figure in his life, and because of this, I had to overcompensate, as I had sworn to dedicate my whole life to him. I had to teach him everything. I was not just his mother. I was his friend, his cook, his cleaning lady, his confidant, and, now, his fuck toy. 

When you love someone so much, all the rules and boundaries start to fade. To the outside world, he’s my son and I’m his mother, but only we know that we are so much more to each other. My baby boy is my companion, my family, my lover; nothing is stronger than the bond a mother has with her son, as we gave ourselves to each other, as he belongs to me and I belong to him.

I taught him everything: how to clean himself, to touch himself, make himself feel good and how to please a woman. I still breastfeed him and put him to bed, bathe him and satisfy his needs. I know everything about my sweet boy, the exact shade of pink of his cock and how much he loves to fall asleep sucking on mommy’s tits while mommy jerks him off. When he falls asleep I lick him clean and make sure he’s warm and comfortable. His favorite bedtime story is the story of the birthday when he became of age and mommy taught him what a blowjob was. 

That was when my baby-boy turned 18, I sat my him down and told him to remove his pants. I told him now that he was 18 years old, he was old enough for a new kind of play, one that would strengthen our bond.

Mommy made his cock wet and started very slowly, circling my tongue on his head, sucking lightly and eventually taking the whole thing in my mouth. Oh the sounds he made! He would make any mother happy! He was moaning and calling for mommy! It didn’t take long for him to spill his load inside my mouth. It’s still one of his favorite plays. When he’s a good boy mommy lets him fuck her mouth and cum in her throat.

Of course he has responsibilities. I gave up on my entire life to take care of him, so he also needs to take care of mommy. As soon as he became a man he was trained to take me as his woman. I taught him about female anatomy. He learned how sensitive our nipples are, how to play with a clit and which one of our holes feels good in a different way. He knows he’s responsible for mommy’s pleasure, it’s his daily duty to make mommy cum at least once. No video games until mommy is feeling satisfied.

But he’s always been such a good boy, anytime he is up first he surprises mommy by waking her up with a wet tongue on her pussy and ass. He’s so well trained! I literally climax in seconds. It’s true what they say about a son knowing his mom the best. Of course, boys will be boys. When he had a wet dream I’d wake up to his cock buried deep inside his mommy’s pussy, unable to hold back and cumming inside. “I love your pussy, mommy. It feels so good wrapped around my cock. I love fucking you, mommy. I’m going to cum inside you, mommy.”

Although it made both of us feel really good, I did not reward his bad behavior; anytime he cummed inside, he’d be punished. Or rather, “Mommy’d be punished,” as he said, “because mommy will only be allowed anal for a week.” 

I’d use a duct tape to tape my pussy shut when we go to sleep so my son would not accidentally breed mommy again. And also I’d douche my asshole so my son would have easy access when he is horny.

With the closing of the bedroom door I felt released, released from the sorrow and frustration that I was trying to hide.

My son is now 19 years old, and recently, he has just had his first girlfriend, a very gorgeous 19 year old Asian girl from his college. I know I should be happy for my son. And I tried hard to pretend to be happy. But, deep inside, I felt restless, disconnected, disoriented, and, at the same time, deeply and sharply aware of all the aspects of life surrounding me, feeling neither part of it, nor truly separate from it.

I admit, I was incredibly jealous of my son’s new girlfriend as I heard her having sex with my son inside the bedroom, on the same bed that my son used to share with me. I could hear her sexy moans, the squeal of the bed frame, and my son’s deep grunt as he came. The house was quiet. Very quiet. The only sounds were the noises of sex. I could hear everything. I tried to keep my mind off the act but I could not. I was obsessed. I finally gave up. After my son and his girlfriend were finished, they went into the shower and that was when I snuck into their bedroom, found the piece of used condom laying on the floor. It was full of cum. Full of my son’s cum, to be more precise. As soon as I looked at the used condom I could almost hear my son’s voice telling me how much he used to love driving his cock into my pussy or down my throat. How I used to put on a show for him by bending over and letting him see my naked body. How, one time, I left my door open so he could watch me masturbate as I was on my hands and knees with my bare ass pointing at him and a dildo buried inside my pussy.

I could hear the lap of water running through the shower faucet inside the bathroom. I could hear my son and his girlfriend giggling and laughing and I felt suspended, a sensation coming from somewhere within me, as I picked up the used condom, scooped out the cum and put it in my mouth. I feasted, like the ravenous slut that I was. The flavor of my son! I screamed inside my mind and the taste made me shudder. I felt so horny and I couldn’t stop myself. I rubbed my clit with my son’s cum smeared on my fingers and it almost instantly made me cum. Like a shamefaced thief, I smuggled the used condom out of the bedroom.

Once I was safely inside the confined walls of my own bedroom, with shaking fingers I slid the used condom over my dildo, with the cum-covered inside flipped out, so that, when I lowered myself on the dildo, I could feel residues of my son’s cum lubricating against my pussy walls and it almost made me scream with pleasure.

As I was fucking myself with the cum-covered dildo, once again I heard my son and his girlfriend frolicking in the shower, laughing, giggling, the water jetting against the porcelain bathtub a constant humming in the background. A few moments later they were having sex again. Hearing my son fucking his girlfriend in the shower drove me over the edge and I tried to fuck myself to my son’s rhythm and that was when I made myself cum again. I cummed really hard and I had to cover my own mouth to stop myself from moaning out loud. My orgasm subdued and that was when I noticed that the sun had retrieved from the windowsills behind me, and the entire world was disappearing beyond my reach. I was sitting naked on the floor, being thrusted into total darkness.

I felt like such a terrible mother afterward and I felt so incredibly ashamed of myself. If anyone ever found out, I would just dig a hole and bury my head into it and never come out again.