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I started having incest thoughts about my mother when I was in the last year of high school around the time I was eighteen. I was with some friends making fun of "mother fuckers" and the cussing got me thinking about my own sexy mother. I kept my thoughts to myself till after high school and before deciding what to do about college.
My mother was 42 at the time and a stunner. She actually looks a lot like a porn star named Mrs. Mischief with slightly smaller boobs, a lot more athletic, and with a natural naughty smile. My mother is in great shape and has an almost daily workout of Pilates but also does yoga and is a vegetarian. She is very fashionable, always is dressed in the latest fashions, and always wears the best perfumes.
My Dad had died when I was 13 and left us with a sizable life insurance which was winding down a bit. Mother however was a real estate agent and that helped ends meet. I also inherited some money when I turned 18 from my grandfather on my fathers side which included his business.
My mother had loved my father but she was also a hot blooded women. She had a lot of dates, often with younger men, but she treated them more like toys than lovers. She often told me men her age couldn't keep up. She also told me she was still waiting for the perfect man and she would know him by his cologne.
My father had used to wear colognes and my mom told me this is what first attracted her to him. He collected colognes a little bit and had some really nice classics that I inherited like Terre Hermes and Dior eau de Sauvage which I inherited. Most of them were old school and I seldom wore them because they reminded my mother of him which made her sad.
I started collecting myself when I was about 13. My favorite was Aqua de Gio and One Million Lucky. My mother enjoyed these scents but I think they were a bit generic for her and I started experimenting with expensive "niche" fragrances as I got older. It used to be I could go to Nordstrom's or Bloomingdales and get samples of the good stuff. I started a great collection getting used partial bottles of "testers" that often had missing or broken caps with money from after school jobs.
I had the best frags such as Creed Aventus and Green Irish Tweed along with some Xerjoff and Chanel (Allure Sport Extreme...wow). I could see it started changing the way mom looked at me. She often complimented me on my perfumes. She made it a point to even tell me she wished she could find a man who had her energy, was fit, and loved to wear only the best colognes like I did. She encouraged me in pinbahis güvenilirmi (https://hocanonbo.com/category/pinbahis/) my new hobby and even started expanding her own collection and wearing them around the house even when she wasn't going out. I can't explain to you how sexy it is to be in a cloud of a beautiful women's exquisite perfume and have your masculine cologne mix with hers. I think this is what started her seeing me in a different way.
When I inherited my grandfather business my mother wanted to let her run it while I went through college. Of course now I was a adult and would be the main bread winner in a manner of speaking. The combo of these things started making her see me as a man and even the man of the house.
However my mom was still my "mom" and she would not let her feelings ever cross the line except maybe in fantasy (she would later tell me she tried to find young guys who reminded her of me). My obsession with her had also grown to the point that it was driving me nuts. I had had a few older girlfriends and had lot my virginity at 16 so I was no virgin. I was handsome, athletic, and had money so women where no problem. However there was always a intoxicating sensuality that was part of my mother. She was one of those people that people gravitate to and are excited by. She liked trying new things, liked taking chances, traveling to exotic places, and she was wild in bed as I'd heard from some of her boy toys.
I spent my last Spring Break from High School in Mexico. There I met some Mexicans who took me to a sorcerer who told me how to make a love magic to attract a woman to fall in love with me. He told me of a certain ritual I had to perform for a month starting on my 19th birthday (had to do with something astrological) while wearing a special cologne to called "Siete Machos" (it means "Seven Men", is cheap and nowadays you can find on Ebay). This cologne is often used in witchcraft in Mexico. After that month I could never use the fragrance again but I should continue with the continue with the scents I usually preferred.
I don't want to give away the details of the ritual because not only was I told it was bad luck but I don't want the wrong people to get a hold of such a powerful spell. I can say that it involved praying over the cologne thoughts of all the things I wanted to do with this person, masturbating over a picture of the woman I wanted, and then spreading putting some of the cum in something for my future lover. During that time I would make my mother overnight oats for breakfast and you can guess was my secret ingredient. pinbahis yeni giriş (https://hocanonbo.com/category/pinbahis/) She would always compliment them and want to know my recipe which I told her was a secret.
I figured this magic was BS but couldn't hurt so I thought I'd use it on the only woman I really ever wanted. Surprisingly this cologne is still around a since the 1930's. It comes in a splash bottle and just a little bit gives off a powerful long lasting intoxicating cloud. The scent is also nicer than I would have thought (but also kind of weird) but not what I would normally wear. It was only a month after my Grandfather died that the night at 12:01 AM I started the ritual. That morning at breakfast my Mom noticed my new perfume and asked about it. She told me she had never smelled anything like it and that it made her feel funny in a good way.
It only took a few days when I started seeing changes in her. I'd find her staring at me, blushing when I looked at her, sometimes hear her breathing increase when I got too close to her, and sometimes her voice would get deeper when talking to me. One day I saw her little black book of her boy toys in the garbage and I heard one of them say on the phone that she most be looking for a new son.
Slowly she started to also wear clothes that were sexier and more revealing especially with cleavage. She also switched to bras that tend to show the shape of the nipples through clothes. This made me notice that often her nipples would harden when close to me. She also started calling me "dear" and "honey" which she never had before. Finally I knew she was helplessly crossing the line when her perfumes started becoming more sensual and daring. A few nights before the month was over I even sneaked into her room a small spy camera over her bed. What I saw was more than I though I could ever expect. My mother play with herself with a motorized vibrator style called a rabbit. The vibrator has a portion the stimulates the clit and another that like a big dick. The latter part not only vibrates but can move in different directions at adjustable speeds.
I the video I captured she'd be playing with the raunchy dildo at high speed while moaning and squirming in pleasure. She would even do it more than once a night. By the last two nights I even heard her say things like "fuck your mother honey" and "God I want my baby to have incest with me and be my motherfucker".
By the end of the ritual it seemed my mother was a different person. When I started using a new perfume that I had bought just for the occasion called "Danger" pinbahis giriş (https://hocanonbo.com/category/pinbahis/) by Roja Parfums my mother almost lost it. My colognes seemed to take on a new power over her. She started touching me more, look for excuses to kiss me, and would press her ample tits into my chest when we hugged. It was at this time that we had a talk about my grandfathers business. I told her that I would let her run the business but that I would be the final boss. I told her I was going to move to my grandfathers house and she could stay in our old home or move there with me. However is she moved in I told her that from now on I would be the true man of the house. I told her from now on she would have to treat me like that in all things. I told her I had wanted her since I was 12 and I loved her as my mother but I also wanted to have her as my incest lover. I also told her that I didn't just want her as a lover but as my slut, that I would want to fuck her everyday, and I also wanted to be her son. Finally I told her that I was sorry if she didn't feel the same way and I would never bring the subject up again if she did was not something she wanted. However if she did she would always have to remember, remind me, and feel special that she was fucking her own son and proudly committing incest with him.
After saying this she got up on shaky feet and went over to our bar got a sizable glass of aged bourbon that hadn't been touched since my father died. She swallowed it all in a couple of gulps and closed her eyes. Slowly her nerves relaxed, her breathing became slower but deeper, she started to sway like doing a slow dance, and looked up at me with the devil in her eyes and a hungry smile on her lips. Then she opened her purse and took out a small bottle of a vintage formulation of Coco Chanel that she sprayed on both sides of her neck, in her cleavage, on her hair, and inside her skirt.
"Baby wants to be his mommy's motherfucker. Mommy is so proud of my dirty boy your slutty mama has been dreaming of you too baby like all mothers do with the sons they really love", she said.
Then she seductively walked over to me and staring into my soul and pulled my pants down to my knees on the chair I was sitting on then pulled up her skirt and almost ripped off some skimpy lacy panties she had on. Then still looking deep into me climbed on my hard cock and lowered herself on it. It was amazing the things she could do from this position all while just looking at me and hungry smile.
"Yes Baby. With our incest I'm now yours and you are mine. You are mommy fuck toy and I am your slut. She came a few times rather quickly still just looking into my eyes before I exploded into her. This is she finally started kissing me and ripping our clothes off. Somehow we ended up in the bedroom fucking the whole night long.
This was the beginning of our new life.
My mother was 42 at the time and a stunner. She actually looks a lot like a porn star named Mrs. Mischief with slightly smaller boobs, a lot more athletic, and with a natural naughty smile. My mother is in great shape and has an almost daily workout of Pilates but also does yoga and is a vegetarian. She is very fashionable, always is dressed in the latest fashions, and always wears the best perfumes.
My Dad had died when I was 13 and left us with a sizable life insurance which was winding down a bit. Mother however was a real estate agent and that helped ends meet. I also inherited some money when I turned 18 from my grandfather on my fathers side which included his business.
My mother had loved my father but she was also a hot blooded women. She had a lot of dates, often with younger men, but she treated them more like toys than lovers. She often told me men her age couldn't keep up. She also told me she was still waiting for the perfect man and she would know him by his cologne.
My father had used to wear colognes and my mom told me this is what first attracted her to him. He collected colognes a little bit and had some really nice classics that I inherited like Terre Hermes and Dior eau de Sauvage which I inherited. Most of them were old school and I seldom wore them because they reminded my mother of him which made her sad.
I started collecting myself when I was about 13. My favorite was Aqua de Gio and One Million Lucky. My mother enjoyed these scents but I think they were a bit generic for her and I started experimenting with expensive "niche" fragrances as I got older. It used to be I could go to Nordstrom's or Bloomingdales and get samples of the good stuff. I started a great collection getting used partial bottles of "testers" that often had missing or broken caps with money from after school jobs.
I had the best frags such as Creed Aventus and Green Irish Tweed along with some Xerjoff and Chanel (Allure Sport Extreme...wow). I could see it started changing the way mom looked at me. She often complimented me on my perfumes. She made it a point to even tell me she wished she could find a man who had her energy, was fit, and loved to wear only the best colognes like I did. She encouraged me in pinbahis güvenilirmi (https://hocanonbo.com/category/pinbahis/) my new hobby and even started expanding her own collection and wearing them around the house even when she wasn't going out. I can't explain to you how sexy it is to be in a cloud of a beautiful women's exquisite perfume and have your masculine cologne mix with hers. I think this is what started her seeing me in a different way.
When I inherited my grandfather business my mother wanted to let her run it while I went through college. Of course now I was a adult and would be the main bread winner in a manner of speaking. The combo of these things started making her see me as a man and even the man of the house.
However my mom was still my "mom" and she would not let her feelings ever cross the line except maybe in fantasy (she would later tell me she tried to find young guys who reminded her of me). My obsession with her had also grown to the point that it was driving me nuts. I had had a few older girlfriends and had lot my virginity at 16 so I was no virgin. I was handsome, athletic, and had money so women where no problem. However there was always a intoxicating sensuality that was part of my mother. She was one of those people that people gravitate to and are excited by. She liked trying new things, liked taking chances, traveling to exotic places, and she was wild in bed as I'd heard from some of her boy toys.
I spent my last Spring Break from High School in Mexico. There I met some Mexicans who took me to a sorcerer who told me how to make a love magic to attract a woman to fall in love with me. He told me of a certain ritual I had to perform for a month starting on my 19th birthday (had to do with something astrological) while wearing a special cologne to called "Siete Machos" (it means "Seven Men", is cheap and nowadays you can find on Ebay). This cologne is often used in witchcraft in Mexico. After that month I could never use the fragrance again but I should continue with the continue with the scents I usually preferred.
I don't want to give away the details of the ritual because not only was I told it was bad luck but I don't want the wrong people to get a hold of such a powerful spell. I can say that it involved praying over the cologne thoughts of all the things I wanted to do with this person, masturbating over a picture of the woman I wanted, and then spreading putting some of the cum in something for my future lover. During that time I would make my mother overnight oats for breakfast and you can guess was my secret ingredient. pinbahis yeni giriş (https://hocanonbo.com/category/pinbahis/) She would always compliment them and want to know my recipe which I told her was a secret.
I figured this magic was BS but couldn't hurt so I thought I'd use it on the only woman I really ever wanted. Surprisingly this cologne is still around a since the 1930's. It comes in a splash bottle and just a little bit gives off a powerful long lasting intoxicating cloud. The scent is also nicer than I would have thought (but also kind of weird) but not what I would normally wear. It was only a month after my Grandfather died that the night at 12:01 AM I started the ritual. That morning at breakfast my Mom noticed my new perfume and asked about it. She told me she had never smelled anything like it and that it made her feel funny in a good way.
It only took a few days when I started seeing changes in her. I'd find her staring at me, blushing when I looked at her, sometimes hear her breathing increase when I got too close to her, and sometimes her voice would get deeper when talking to me. One day I saw her little black book of her boy toys in the garbage and I heard one of them say on the phone that she most be looking for a new son.
Slowly she started to also wear clothes that were sexier and more revealing especially with cleavage. She also switched to bras that tend to show the shape of the nipples through clothes. This made me notice that often her nipples would harden when close to me. She also started calling me "dear" and "honey" which she never had before. Finally I knew she was helplessly crossing the line when her perfumes started becoming more sensual and daring. A few nights before the month was over I even sneaked into her room a small spy camera over her bed. What I saw was more than I though I could ever expect. My mother play with herself with a motorized vibrator style called a rabbit. The vibrator has a portion the stimulates the clit and another that like a big dick. The latter part not only vibrates but can move in different directions at adjustable speeds.
I the video I captured she'd be playing with the raunchy dildo at high speed while moaning and squirming in pleasure. She would even do it more than once a night. By the last two nights I even heard her say things like "fuck your mother honey" and "God I want my baby to have incest with me and be my motherfucker".
By the end of the ritual it seemed my mother was a different person. When I started using a new perfume that I had bought just for the occasion called "Danger" pinbahis giriş (https://hocanonbo.com/category/pinbahis/) by Roja Parfums my mother almost lost it. My colognes seemed to take on a new power over her. She started touching me more, look for excuses to kiss me, and would press her ample tits into my chest when we hugged. It was at this time that we had a talk about my grandfathers business. I told her that I would let her run the business but that I would be the final boss. I told her I was going to move to my grandfathers house and she could stay in our old home or move there with me. However is she moved in I told her that from now on I would be the true man of the house. I told her from now on she would have to treat me like that in all things. I told her I had wanted her since I was 12 and I loved her as my mother but I also wanted to have her as my incest lover. I also told her that I didn't just want her as a lover but as my slut, that I would want to fuck her everyday, and I also wanted to be her son. Finally I told her that I was sorry if she didn't feel the same way and I would never bring the subject up again if she did was not something she wanted. However if she did she would always have to remember, remind me, and feel special that she was fucking her own son and proudly committing incest with him.
After saying this she got up on shaky feet and went over to our bar got a sizable glass of aged bourbon that hadn't been touched since my father died. She swallowed it all in a couple of gulps and closed her eyes. Slowly her nerves relaxed, her breathing became slower but deeper, she started to sway like doing a slow dance, and looked up at me with the devil in her eyes and a hungry smile on her lips. Then she opened her purse and took out a small bottle of a vintage formulation of Coco Chanel that she sprayed on both sides of her neck, in her cleavage, on her hair, and inside her skirt.
"Baby wants to be his mommy's motherfucker. Mommy is so proud of my dirty boy your slutty mama has been dreaming of you too baby like all mothers do with the sons they really love", she said.
Then she seductively walked over to me and staring into my soul and pulled my pants down to my knees on the chair I was sitting on then pulled up her skirt and almost ripped off some skimpy lacy panties she had on. Then still looking deep into me climbed on my hard cock and lowered herself on it. It was amazing the things she could do from this position all while just looking at me and hungry smile.
"Yes Baby. With our incest I'm now yours and you are mine. You are mommy fuck toy and I am your slut. She came a few times rather quickly still just looking into my eyes before I exploded into her. This is she finally started kissing me and ripping our clothes off. Somehow we ended up in the bedroom fucking the whole night long.
This was the beginning of our new life.