I knew my mom was hot from the time I hit puberty. As soon as I began masturbating I was fantasizing about her. And later, in high school all the guys were always over to use my pool in the summer, hoping she would be home from work or be tanning on the weekends. Mom rarely disappointed too, sunning herself in a modest two-piece on the weekends while all my male friends gawked at her. If she ever knew she was the neighborhood hot mom she never gave any indication.
The older I got the more I thought about mom and every girl I dated was compared to her. I had a steady girlfriend through high school, but a careful eye would have seen that she was just a younger version of my mom and when I was with my girlfriend I often imagined she was my Mom. Not that she needed a younger version of herself. Mom was twenty-two when she had me, so when I was in high school she was in her thirties and looked like she could have been in her twenties. Mom had been a beauty queen in high school and the years hadnﾒt diminished her looks one bit. Her long, sunny blond hair still fell past her shoulders, I used to play with it all the time when I was little, and her eyes still sparkled blue. And Mom has kept her amazing body. Seeing old pictures I think it got better after she had two kids. Her ass is rounder and plumper than when she was a teen and her breasts look heavier, theyﾒre 36Cﾒs, I know from checking out her bras in the laundry, too. Sometimes thinking about Mom just makes my cock ach
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So anyway, Iﾒm twenty-two now, the same age that Mom was when she had me and sheﾒs been my lover for over two years now. I found a way to make my fantasies come true when I was nineteen and away at college. They say that the meeting of all those different cultures and ideas is good. I know it was for me. Some of you may think what I did to get my Mom was wrong, but I canﾒt say I have any regrets. Hereﾒs my story.
My freshman year at college I met this exchange student from India named free erotic sex stories. Saji was a great guy and we decided that we would be roommates during our sophomore year. When we became roommates we became the best of friends and I took him back home for a weekend. He stayed in the guest room and we had a great time. And I could tell by the way he looked at my Mom that free french very young 16 yrs old wanted her just as much as all my friends always had. But Saji was different. He actually said something. We were drinking in the dorm one night.
Dude, would you get pissed if I told you something? free galleri teen porn asked, taking a swig of his beer.
I donﾒt think so. Try me. I replied.
Well, I have not been able to stop thinking about your mother. She is such a hottie.
I didnﾒt know what to say, so I agreed.
She came to check on me the first night, she was standing in the doorway and I could see right through her nightgown. I felt really bad about thinking of your mother that way, but I couldnﾒt help it.
I knew just the nightgown he was talking about. It always drove me crazy too. I tried to make him feel better, and maybe me too a little. If you think you feel bad, think how I feel. Iﾒm her son!
What? You think your mother is hot too? free gay anal was very surprised.
I had told him a little so I didnﾒt see what there was to loose by telling him the rest. Dude, Iﾒve been fantasizing about my mom since I was a kid. How could I not? Sheﾒs like a goddess. free gay sex nodded his agreement. Sometimes I think I am doomed to never be completely happy with another girl.
So would you? You knowﾅ I thought I knew what he meant, but didnﾒt say anything. If you could, Saji continued, would you be with her?
IﾅIﾅuh, hell, of course I would. As weird as thatﾒs supposed to be, I would in a heartbeat. Just thinking about it got me hard. But dude, there is no way she would ever even think about it. She loves my dad way too much. That part was true. My parents acted like they were as in love as the day they met. My dad worked hard and that meant being on business trips a few days every month, going to some regional office or another and every time he came back I would be able to hear my parents making love from down the hallway. My mother was so loud every time she came. Believe me, that had provided more fodder for fantasy than a hundred pornos could. And anyway, she would probably hate me, think I am some disgusting little freak if she knew how I feel.
There was a glint in Sajiﾒs eyes now. What if I could do something to help you? If I could make your fantasy come true, would you do it then?
I had no idea what he was talking about. It was all academic, so I said, Sure.
Then this is your lucky day, friend. free incest hentai went on to tell me how back in India his family was well-regarded herbalists and medicine men and that when his father came to this country he brought much of his knowledge with him. Saji had been studying with his father for as far back as he could remember his father had been mixing up elixirs that healed the family far faster than western medicine had to offer. But what Saji had to help me was not a medicine, he said. It was something his father would not teach him and Saji had only been able to learn by sneaking into his fatherﾒs journals. What was it? Now that Saji had teased me I had to know what he was talking about. There was a mixture of powdered herbs that when combined acted like a psychotropic agent. What the hell was that, I asked him. Saji smiled and simply said, Mind control.
Youﾒre out of your mind. What, am I going to hypnotize my mother into sleeping with me? I snorted.
No, itﾒs nothing as clumsy as you would see in a movie, Saji told me. This, he said, worked over time. Several weeks to a month, depending on how strong-willed the subject was. Well, I knew Mom was pretty strong-willed. The subject did not turn into a zombie and best of all they had no idea what was happening. As far as the subject was concerned all of their thoughts and feelings were coming from them.
So why are you offering me this ancient family secret? I asked. There had to be a catch.
Because youﾒre the only person here whoﾒs truly been a friend to me. And, obviously I expect you to tell me every detail.
I donﾒt know why I made the show of struggling over my decision, but I did. After a few minutes of silence I told Saji, Okay, what do I have to do?
When Saji went home for Spring Break he mixed up some of the herbs. Of course he wouldnﾒt tell me what was in the mixture he brought back, but he assured me that it wouldnﾒt do anything to hurt my mother. He handed me a big ziplock baggie of something that looked like green tea, but ground up more finely, and some written instructions, along with a vial of an amber oil. Saji said it had a very slight, bitter taste, but depending on what I slipped it into she would never notice. The oil was the activator. It was to be used after the herbs had softened Mom up. Lucky for me Mom has a cup of tea every evening after dinner, Saji said that should work perfectly because it would probably start kicking in when she was ready for bed.