pee on mommy

I was now feeling unorthodox love for my mom. Love that teenagers don’t normally feel about their mother. Not that I want to marry you and you have my baby love, more like an addiction. From the time she first kissed me, it only took a few days for me to understand mom was going to teach me something new most everyday. My peepee stayed hard from anticipation of what was cumming next ( pun intended ). I would think about her body and get hard. I started sniffing her panties after she took them off, watching her pee and anything else like watching tapes of her fucking other people. She had albums of pictures. To this day I don’t think I ever had time to look through them all, there was so many. Sex toys for women, men and some I wasn’t sure of. By now we both stayed naked around the house. I would jerk off in her coffee or on our food. She would even pee in her homemade soup while cooking or boiling spaghetti. We only did this in things we were going to consume, never in anything that on inspecting guest might have.

I’m sorry my writing isn’t professional and my text has a southern accent to it. I’m not really trying to write or tell a story, more just reliving my sexual experiences with my mom. This accounting of what we shared is true. My mom was obsessed with making sure I had every sex experience possible. Many were repeated over and over but the one we did the most was just the two of us making love. It was almost daily and most nights.

The movie was quite a good one, but my mind was elsewhere! Tonight, I was thinking about my three-month journey to, what I thought, victory. Everything started three months ago!

Patty Barker was on the back of my Old Indian bike, her mini-skirt up around her hips, hanging on to me for dear life, it was her first ride on a motorcycle and she was loving it. We had just separated from Mom and her father Larry, we had followed them from a beer hall and watched from under a shadowed shop entry while his daughter gave him a blow job, then fucked him. Of course, this turned us on, so while they were fucking, we were, too. About that time, the cops had showed up and were questioning them, and they were about to be in deep shit, so my quick thinking Mom stepped out and claimed Patty as her own daughter, claiming that Patty was 19, and was with her. Patty, just as quick as Mom, agreed, and that got rid of the cops. We had introduced ourselves, made it obvious that we were an incest couple as well, and since they were from out of town, Mom invited them up to our apartment on India St. Since Larry was a big rugged handsome guy, I could see Mom had eyes for him, so I invited Patty, a plump, auburn haired cutie, to ride on my bike with me while Mom rode home in Larry’s old Chrysler Air Flow.