How I Found Myself an Online Mommy
Copyright© 2022 by mommytitsfucker
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This is a true story of the incestous relationship between me and a mommy I found online.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual True Story Incest Mother Son
I was irritated, annoyed, and humiliated. The next few days were spent thinking about how I could salvage my token from that horrible experience. I was so mad that I wanted to leave a bad review of the cam girl.
But bygones be bygones. My tokens were gone and now I felt like I would never do such shit again.
I felt myself return to normal once again. Work continued as per normal and nights at home were much more mellow. Everytime I felt horny, I got down to business with a porno on my phone. I had no intention of wasting money again. Or so I thought.
Six weeks passed when one day I returned early. I was tired and really needed some sleep. So, I decided to take a quick nap at five in the evening. I fell asleep as soon as laid down and finally felt some peace.
But then, something happened. Everything is a blur to me now, but there was no doubt about who I saw in my dream. I remember very little of it but the feel persists to this day. I remembered her, the thin legs and hand, the wrinkled skin, the loosely tied saree, and the worn out hair. No this wasn’t IndianKaju. It was mom. Only this time she was a lot closer to me that I had ever been. Mom and I had a very normal relationship. I never once had felt any feelings for her in any other way. But no one can tell what your dreams show you. Today they decided to me a deep secret I must have hidden in my heart.
I got closer to her, her expression turned tense. My hand reached out grabbing hold off her shoulder. She pushed me away with both her arms, but I resisted. I pulled myself in, pressing my lips forcefully against her. She resisted. I felt our skin touch, her breasts pushed against my chest. And then ... I woke up.
My heart beating against my chest and sweat pouring down my forehead. I felt weird. I wanted it badly but also didn’t at the same time. I laid on the bed, trying to wonder what I just saw. My own mom. Do I lust for her? No. I lust for hot older women. Mom is not hot. When I thought about her, I felt nothing. I didn’t feel an ounce of lust like I did in the dream.
It was clearly evident that the frustration was slowly building inside me. Despite the regular sessions of porn, my hunger was not satiated and now it had manifested as a horrible dream about my own mother. I felt awful. But I was also horny. Like never before.
I didn’t move from bed and began to think about going online again. I got my salary and had cash to spend. But it felt awful as always to spending cash on sex like this. I always felt that but it never stopped me before, nor did it stop me now. I was insatiable.