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Skull Fucking Mom, by Jezebel Rose

I am an 18-year-old guy. I love my mother, and my mother loves me. However, lately, as puberty kicked in, I felt this affection in an entirely different manner.

She began to arouse me sexually. It is strange because my mother is not a bold, sexy or hot chick who is thirty years old; she has just hit forty and has a very gentle face and attitude. Her body is also moderately attractive with fertile breasts – big but not huge – and she sports a beautiful butt.

I would not call her sleek but at 5’8, she is tall, and that makes her look sublime. She speaks in a very soft accent and has a very melancholy voice.

I am a timid person who does not enjoy being social. My mother shares all my secrets, and she is my audience for my every triumph and debacle. She knows that I feel uncomfortable around girls and thus tries to fill in whenever and wherever she can. She gives the utmost importance to my education and does not let anything bother my mind.

Lately, the only thing bothering my mind was my sex drive. I have been spending all my time watching pornos and dirty magazines. I began to realize that my mother knows about this habit and it had troubled her, but little did we know that what would unfold that day would irritate her for a long time to come.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and the sun was shining outside. My father was away with his friends, and my mother was watching soap operas downstairs. I was meant to study for my exams, but instead, I was jerking off to porn.

“Honey come down! Tea is ready!” My mom called me down, “Coming mom!” I replied. My dick was swelled and rock hard. I was in pain – wanting to relieve myself but miserably failing.

I kept thinking about my mom. Visions of her made me hornier by the second. I grabbed a couple of cushions and started humping it with my dick in between. I yelled “Fuck you, mom! Fuck you! It is your fault! Why are you doing this to me?” It made me angry thinking that my mom was responsible for the pain I felt.

Thinking this I started humping the cushions faster and with more force and started punching the pillows with one of my fists.

I was busy in my haywire when I heard my mother’s voice slowly calling me, “Honey! Please stop this. I can’t bear it anymore.” I was struck with lightning as I quickly pulled myself together and rushed to hide my penis with the cushions.

Mom was standing right in front of me. She had a glimpse of fear and shock on her face. I guess she saw the entire show I put up, right from the start.

She rushed and stood next to my chair. She put her arms around me and gave me a strong hug. “What is it kiddo? What is it that I have done that’s bothering you so much that you hate me?” She paused while looking at the cushions in my hand and then continued, “Please tell me, dear!”

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