Is F******* with Mom Okay, or What??
Last weekend, some of my male friends and I got together for an evening of drinking beer, reminiscing and discussing various topics of mutual interest. Topics ranged from current events such as the civil war raging in Syria to such mundane topics as what is the best kind of motorcycle to buy on a shoestring budget. Most of us are university students so cost is a high priority. Later, as we began to exhaust the usual range of topics to discuss, one came to mind that I thought might be of interest to us as young males. I was concerned that it might be a taboo subject but I introduced it anyways. I told them that I had read a posting by a PhD who said studies suggest that one percent of young males our age have had some s***** activity with their biological mother by the time they leave home. I was surprised when they replied, “Why don’t you go first, Ernest, and, if you dare, fill us in on what s***** activity that you have had with your mom? It was certainly quite a dare but I felt obliged and the following is an account of what I told them.
About a month ago, my mother was invited by her girl friends to accompany them to a male “s*********” to see what it is like. They had never gone to one before. She accepted their invitation and left, only to return several hours later. Some of the girl friends had accompanied her home and they were laughing and giggling as they walked in the door. All seemed a bit drunk and I just stayed away in an adjoining room. I had recently taken a shower before bed and was wearing only underpants. But what peaked my interest is when I heard them ask Mom what it was like having “f*******” with a male stripper. It seems that a male stripper had invited Mom to perform f******* on him. I had no idea what f******* was at the time, although I figured it might be something s*****. Mom seems to have initially refused to do it but eventually consented when encouraged by her friends. I overheard Mom reply to her friends that she hasn’t done that for a very long time and that it was a treat to do it with such a young man.
Shortly after Mom’s friends left, I emerged from the other room and asked Mom, “What is f*******??” She was surprised that I would ask and after a few moments of reflective thought, explained that f******* is oral s**, where one partner stimulates the g******* of the other partner. She added, “Here, let me show you. I’ll perform f******* on you!” I was dumbfounded hearing such an invitation from my own mom but one needs to understand that alcohol lowers her inhibitions. She says and does things that she would not do when sober. It is at times like these that she asks me really personal questions like “how far that I have gone with your current girl friend?” It really makes me feel uneasy. As she walked over to where I was lying on the sofa, it became clear that she meant what she said. She sat right up next to me, looked into my eyes and smiled, and took hold of my underpants and began pulling them down. I immediately stopped her by grasping her hands and saying, “Mom, I think that would be going a little too far. You are my mom and I am your son. I really don’t think that we should be having oral s**.” Mom hasn’t even seen me naked since I was a child and now she wants to do this? But she would have none of it. When Mom gets an idea in her head, it is impossible to purge it. She was adamant and kept repeating that f******* is benign and that it’s okay if a mother does it to her son. So after futile attempts to dissuade her, I took a fateful decision and released her hands. I knew that from this point on, by allowing her to perform a s** act on me, that our relationship would never be quite as innocent as before. I had this sense of helplessness and foreboding as my mother nonchalantly pulled down my underpants to my ankles and began examining my g******* with delight. She kneeled down in front of me and grasped my “balls” tightly in one hand. With her other hand, she took hold of my p**** and began m*********** it. The stimulation quickly resulted in a full erection and she inserted the tip of my p**** into her mouth. She alternated between sucking hard on it and stimulating it by moving her mouth up and down over it. I could feel her tongue over it as she tried to insert my p**** so deep into her mouth that she came close to gagging. As much as I was reluctant to engage in s***** activity with Mom, it became apparent that I was reaching a s***** high and it began to feel really good. I didn’t want her to stop. I wanted more and more of it. Yes, unbelievably, Mom and I were indeed having s**, albeit, oral s**, and I could not get enough of it. Minutes later, I shouted to Mom, “Mom, I’m c-o-m-i-n-g!” She took hold of my p**** and masturbated it so vigorously that I ejaculated right into her hands. The gush of s**** into her hands was a s***** high for her and she shouted, “There, isn’t that wonderful, Ernest! I have performed f******* on you! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!” I, meanwhile, was trying to regain my composure as I scrambled to pull my underpants back up over my g*******. It was as if I was embarrassed that Mom would see me naked, notwithstanding what had just transpired. She just said, “It’s all right, son”, and left the room wearing a smile.
The next morning, Mom apologized for asserting her will on me without my explicit approval. She said that alcohol makes her do “strange things”. She made me swear that I wouldn’t say a thing about it to my dad, who would certainly be appalled. I think she feels that she has committed i***** and she doesn’t want others to find out about it. From my own perspective, I think it is something that we should strive to put behind us. I’m trying not to think about those several minutes when having oral s** with her felt so very, very nice.
Having related this experience to my friends, it was time for all to leave but we made a promise that we would discuss it further the next time we get together. It will be interesting to what s***** activity, if any, they have had with their mothers.
Anonymous Son