![]() ![]() ![]() I was 5’8” average to heavy build with dark hair, and I wore glasses. Looking back, I think that was a mistake in some ways, but as this story unfolds, you might think otherwise.īefore I go on, some descriptions. It was either that, or the guilt I would feel by moving out. I’d argue back and then she’d sulk or not talk to me for ages until I came round to her way of thinking. Sometimes she would fly off the handle over the smallest thing. And that meant losing my freedom, and having to cope with mom’s controlling ways, and her moodiness and temperament. We had no other family close by, so I felt obliged to stay on at home and go to my local college rather than move away. Now, at the age of 18 when I just wanted to break free and experience life, I felt guilty about leaving her alone. She was also quite prudish and straight laced. The problem for me in all of this was that I had been over protected, and mom had a fiery temper, and would be very controlling. And now mom just wanted to stick to working in her job of many years as a librarian until she retired, enjoying her garden, and the occasional women’s institute gathering, a few female friends and of course taking care of her only precious child, yours truly. They had argued a lot - as far back as I could remember, and enough for me to get sick of it.Īnyway, it all finally ended with a divorce and with me as an only child. She’d married quite late compared to others in her generation at 35, been my father’s second wife and it seemed he’d only married her to have someone cook and clean and provide some carnal satisfaction. My mom had a tough life until she divorced. ‘One man in my life has been quite enough’. ‘Not after all the trouble your father gave me’ she would continue. She’d given up on men, ‘I’m not giving myself to another man’ she would say angrily, when I’d suggest she maybe try meeting someone. My mom, Margaret Addington, or Marge as she liked to be known, had divorced three years back, and now at 55, in the prime of her life, she had become a bit of a recluse. Ok, so I had a few issues back then, but doesn’t everyone at 18? For me most of these issues revolved around my mom being temperamental and difficult, and the way I had been brought up. My name is Jacob and I’m just a regular kind of guy. ![]() My problem started soon after I had just turned 18. Mother helps son relieve his blue balls,mother fucks son,mother sucks son,man fucks own mother Mother/Son Incest Story: Chapter 1 - Mother helps son with his problem.Ĭaution: This Mother/Son Incest Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Incest Mother Son Masturbation Exhibitionism Doctor/Nurse Big Breasts Nudism ![]()
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